69 One Final Sketch

69 One Final Sketch The group kept retreating until they were a good couple of hundred metres away. The Big X still looked huge, as did the cloud of robotic fish. Peanut could see Mr White, still glowing in the night air, whispering to Alan. ' Mr M, how long will it take us to get to the bunker from here?' asked Rockwell. 'Walking backwards at this pace, about a day and a half!' 'Oh.' Peanut wracked her brains. 'OK, you four stand guard. I'm going to draw us something to speed things along a bit.' Peanut crouched down, and started sketching. ' Er, Peanut. Something's happemng...' said Little-Bit.

'What?' 'I'm not sure, but Mr White is talking to one of the fishes and pointing at us.' I'm nearly done...' A minute later, she stood up. 'What do you think?' There in the snow, were two very basic outlines of scooters, similar to the one she'd drawn back on the Strip. This time, however, instead of wheels, they had huge jet rockets sticking out of the sides of the footplates. 'Something's definitely happening back there,' said Rockwell. 'PEANUT, LOOK OUT!'