At Parker's command, everyone sprang into motion again. Several assault boats were quickly launched. Within moments, they began pursuing Wendy through the winding flooded streets.
This time, he and Chester personally joined the chase.
The boats sped through twisting waterways, following closely behind Wendy. But every single time they almost caught up, something would happen.
A narrow turn.
A floating obstruction.
A collapsed structure blocking part of the route.
Again and again, they were forced to slow down while Wendy somehow continued pulling ahead.
The distance between them kept widening and shrinking in an infuriating cycle.
"Damn it!"
Parker rarely lost his temper like this.
After several failed attempts to close the gap, even Chester became certain something was wrong.
"Parker," he said grimly, "there's something strange about this woman. This whole thing is too bizarre."
