Chapter 71
“DON’T RAM it,” I told Ceren. “Not yet.” What was I going to do, talk her through a PIT maneuver to take out a car? The puttermobile didn’t have the mass to knock Danger’s massive red van off the road.
The van’s engine roared—diesel, almost certainly. The puttermobile didn’t have nearly that kind of power.
If the van sped away, maybe I could jump out and supercharge myself again. Run down the road. Outrace the puttermobile. Leap through the air, grab the van’s bumper, and wrench it to a halt.
A bit of melon juice stuck to the bowl in my lap. I ran the fingers of my left hand through the drying syrup and sucked them clean.
But hurt as I was, my body probably had all it could do just keeping me vaguely functional, even with the meager slices of super-melon I’d scrounged.
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