"Let's kill this thing, honey."
Qinglan's voice was silky and sweet. Liang Mei was already crouched high on the broken exterior, calves tight as bowstrings, an arrow nocked that looked more like a spear than a shaft.
"Everyone hear me," I barked into the convoy comms. "Engines off. No panicked running. It tracks vibration, but its actual sigh seems horrible. So lets bait it on our terms."
A rapid chorus of jeeps went silent, and men halted their movements in response. The jeeps' hum died, and the street settled into a tense, brittle quiet. Somewhere distant, a loose sign creaked in the wind, and far below, I felt it and the vibrations and a massive noise.
The Alpha wasn't happy.
I touched my palm to the ground. Earth qi poured from me in a low thrum, spreading like ripples through a pond. Come on. Feel me. I'm here.
It thrashed about like a wild stallion in mating season.
Without our vibrations, the monster seemed aggravated because it lost a meal.
