“Oh, Minnie,” Clara sighed. “Did you attack Faulkner?”
“Damn right I did!” said the pigeon hoarsely. She flapped her wings rather feebly. “Captain. The flock has sustained losses.”
“I know, Min, I’m so sorry.” And she really was. The sight of those poor, limp pigeon corpses wrung her heart. ‘Can you fly?’
Min lifted her head, coughed, and flapped. She rose slowly into the air, wobbly but airborne. “No permanent damage taken, Captain. I’m ready for duty.”
“Someone needs to get help for Lukas. Can you handle that?”
Min nodded and took off without another word. Clara didn’t stay to watch her fly. She could hear the roar of the autocarriage engine; it was ready to go.
Clara ran.
“Hildy!” she yelled as she reached the garage. “You’re in no shape to drive!”
Hildy didn’t move from her pos
