of the rampager’s main wings, and its ponderous flight suddenly turned into a ponderous crash. There it is.” ‘There’ was in the middle of the dust, which meant less to me than it would to Roger, so I helpfully pointed. “It’s banged up, but we probably knocked off most of the pieces that would pop off anyway. Good news is, it’s coming after us instead of the town.”“Also the bad news,” Zeke said. “Oh, well, we wanted it over here anyway.”“Yeah.” Roger laughed, so: points to him.