Choir

My only choice now was to use my best weapon.

I started to sing, all of me.

From what I’d seen, the Singers the Fae used varied greatly in power. The ones who were strong enough to cover an entire city were rare, but they had more of those who had medium power, and even those were outnumbered by those who had minimal power. The more they sang, the stronger they got, but my guess was that they varied in terms of their initial power. If they all received the same training, the ones who’d started ahead would leap forward much more quickly than the ones who’d been born with little talent.

All one hundred of me started to sing with the power of the strongest Singer I’d assimilated; each of me was able to control a city. I didn’t know what effect a chorus would have, a hundred voices raised singing the same song with the same power. My guess was that those who would have been resistant to one voice or even to two would strain under the impact of ten or twenty, much less a hundred.

I also suspected that the troops the Fae had were bred to not to be resistant to the Singers or to glamour. Those who were resistant would have been killed.

I sang, and the people inside listened. A thousand people streamed out of the domes, then ten thousand, then more. Tens of thousands of people walked forward and stared at me blankly as I sang a song that made them extremely suggestible.

Ten of me stopped singing and they started moving forward. They created ten portals; five of them went to Boston, and five of them went… somewhere else.

It took a little coaxing to get people moving forward, but as they started moving into lines, the others started to mindlessly follow. The civilian prisoners took the portals to the left, while the military took the ones to the right.

Soon, we were moving two hundred people a minute through each portal.

In the first ten minutes, I’d moved ten thousand people through each set of portals. Ten thousand people had moved through the portals to Boston, and Glory Girl and Miss Militia were helping the parents there to keep people moving so that they didn’t block the portals. Fortunately, the effect lasted for a while, so the people were still suggestible. Blocking the portals could kill people who were left behind during the inevitable reprisals.

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