M3C33 - Bullets Again

<I am not injured,> I said. <But I must tell you: I am profoundly tired of your people.>

<I’m not exactly thrilled with them myself,> Tobias said. <But you need to morph, man. Nothing on that beach is getting out alive. I just talked to Marco, he’s in fly morph. Not a bad idea to get wings.>

Chnth-chnth-chnth!

Bullets hit the sand beside my head. I scooted sideways just as another burst tore up the sand where my head had been.

I began to morph. Tobias and Marco were both right: Wings. I was sprouting harrier feathers as the next explosion hit the beach near me and pelted me with sand.