Archer nodded, his hand gripping the old electron in his hand. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to use it (and if he did have to, he really hoped that it would work).
The two of them stayed as still as statues and after a few moments Archer’s leg began to cramp. He inched forward a bit and then froze when he heard a snap in the jungle. Was it ahead of him? Behind him?
Or the pirates for that matter.
“Yes.” Bruce blinked slowly.
“Oh.” Archer didn’t really know what to say to that.
Dash paused, floating a few feet above them, his lights flashing and changing colour.
“Dash,” Archer said running toward the bot. “What did they say?”
“No,” she said. “I mean, yes, but I’m still scared that they’re going to hurt him.”
The cat was right. Archer had to keep moving forward or he’d sink.
Archer glanced at Bruce. “You are coming with us, right?”