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Worth a shot, he figured. He started using his iron to catch anything that flew close to the truck. Farther objects were more of a problem, though. He couldn't just propel an iron fishing line out and reel back in, unfortunately. Even if it were possible for him to "shrink" his iron back toward him like that, he doubted that these furious winds would allow him to pull that off.

But the iron wall that he'd made earlier was still flying around the tornado--in big pieces, maybe, but it was there. He decided to use those pieces to accumulate more things, catching more objects with thick iron nets and tentacles.

There was so much stuff. It took all his concentration, all thought processes. Those lightning rods from earlier? Ignored. The non-servants should've been underground by now, anyway.

But wait, wouldn't that mean that all this iron in the tornado would attract the lightning, instead? And none of it was touching the ground, either, so where would the electricity go?

Shit. He couldn't worry about that, yet. He had to focus on finishing his work here. He could sense the tornado bending and squirming, losing some of its shape--and the truck, it felt like it was slowing, if only a little.

Was this actually working? Or was the tornado just fading naturally?

He couldn't really tell one way or the other, but he didn't intend to stop. He'd amassed several giant clusters of debris already, and there was almost nothing else left. Just a few things here and there, too far away from everything else to catch. But not too far from each other. He attached them together with iron shackles and created one last little cluster.

Things were definitely slowing now, but the situation was still dangerous--perhaps even more than before, Hector suddenly realized. Sure, the tornado was no longer drilling through the airport like it was paper, but now there half a dozen house-sized wrecking balls of debris flying all around him.