o, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his shotgun from its holster and tossed it to Wayne. The shorter man caught it with distaste—guns and Wayne didn’t agree. His arms immediately started shaking.
 “Try to hold on tight,” Wax said. “Make an opening on the north side, if you can.”
 He increased his weight, flared his metal, and Pushed on the gun, using it as an anchor to hurl Wayne out off the rocky outcropping and over the camp. The man soared from the Push before dropping through the darkness, some fifty feet toward the ground below.
 Marasi gasped. “Spoiled Tomato?” she asked.
 “Yeah,” Wax said. “Apparently it makes a mess sometimes when he lands.”