Chapter Twenty
Mimic gestured at Hernandez with his g*n. “Now, put the serum down in the box and let me take it.”
Hernandez looked like he was about to do it, but then I held up a hand signaling the Professor to stop. His hand froze halfway down, but Hernandez himself looked too scared to even speak to me.
I looked at Mimic, who was now glaring at me as if I had just insulted him, and said, “What are you even talking about? When did you become a Visionist?”
“Why should I tell you?” said Mimic. He waved his g*n at me threateningly. “I'm not afraid to shoot you. Even with your bullet-proof suit, I'll still kill you if you keep talking.”
I almost went along with his demands, but I was too curious about this revelation to care. “No. I'm going to call for backup.”
I raised my hand to tap
