CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Stinger sat on the concrete floor of the parking garage, his arms cuffed together behind his back. Unlike Bolt or White, Stinger lacked the super strength necessary to break his handcuffs, so all he could do was sit there, the back of his head aching from where one of the guards had hit it, hoping against hope that Talon and Electrica were on their way and would be able to save him, because right now, he couldn’t save himself.
But Stinger hadn’t heard from either Talon or Electrica since they went into the Mann Building, and he was starting to fear that they must have run into their own issues that were preventing them from escaping. Maybe they had been caught like him; or worse, murdered in cold blood by one of Mann’s agents, perhaps even by one of the Venetians. He wo
