CHAPTER ONE
Sometimes, I wish I had a normal job like most teens my age. Like working at a fast food restaurant or a convenience store or even mowing lawns for the neighbors. Flipping burgers or bagging groceries would be a lot easier than fighting supervillains who like to rampage through downtown Golden City in giant mecha suits. And I’m not even paid more than if I worked in a restaurant, either. I’d have to talk with my boss about getting a raise one of these days. It didn’t help that today was Sunday, which was normally my day off, but my boss called me in to deal with this emergency and I couldn’t say no, not when we were dealing with a real threat here.
Not that a pay raise was my biggest priority at the moment. As I crouched behind an overturned sedan, trying to catch my breath,
