Nacy and Brock flew towards where they'd heard the WWOONNGG because that's where they figured Gramps and Estelle would be.

     "You okay?" Brock asked Nacy as they raced along.

     Nacy made a face like she wanted to cry out in pain, and she massaged the shoulder where the Silver Scorpion had smacked her. She didn't slow down, though. Brock and Shawnacy continued their flight across the exhibit. 

CONTINUE