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UGLIES 391
heard of anyone riding four boards at once. But the closest
cruel pretty was only a few strides away.
Tally snapped her fingers and rose swiftly into the air.
The Special jumped, amazingly high, the fingers of one
outstretched hand just brushing the front edge of the
boards. The contact set them wobbling beneath Tally. It was
like standing on a trampoline while someone else jumped
on it. The other Specials watched from the ground below,
waiting for her to fall.
But Tally regained her balance and leaned forward,
heading back toward the building. The boards picked up
speed, and seconds later Tally leaped off onto the roof,
kicking one pair of hoverboards to Croy. He pulled them
apart while she separated the other two.
“Go now,” Maddy said. “Take this.”
She handed Tally a swatch of orange fabric, a small bit
of circuitry visible on one side. Tally noticed that Maddy
had cut pieces from the forearms of all the jumpsuits.
“There’s a tracker in that cloth,” Maddy said. “Drop it
somewhere to throw them off.”
Tally nodded, looking around for David. He was running
toward them, his face set into a grim mask, the tube of
glue crushed and empty in his hand. “David—,” she started.
“Go!” Maddy shouted, pushing Shay onto the board
behind Tally.
“Um, no crash bracelets?” Shay said, her feet unsteady.
“This is not my first party tonight, you know.”