But the both of them knew that with every second that passed, that became less and less likely. Jennifer turned to the control booth on the second floor of the hangar. “Scatterbolt, I know Orion told you not to let us see the monitor, but we have to know what is going on over there.” In the glass-encased booth, Scatterbolt sat in front of a large, flat monitor embedded in the wall. On it, he could see the rampaging trigulsaurs flying through Boston Common and dismantling the heroes. “Just—just stay there and wait,” Scatterbolt stammered. “It’s fine. I think...I think they will be back soon.” Jennifer could tell Scatterbolt was lying. She wracked her brain, desperately trying to figure out what she could do to help. But she knew she couldn’t. She had to just sit there, and wait—wait and see if Tobin and the others would survive, and wait to see if her and her friends were going to have a home to go back to or not. “Jen,” Chad said, his voice wavering. “I just thought—through all this, I haven’t even had time to think.
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