“It’s just a flesh wound,” I lied. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I’ll be fine.”
Cyberkid looked at me skeptically, but then shrugged and flew over to me. He scooped me into his arms bridal style (which felt kind of awkward) and then lowered us both to the deck below. When we landed, Cyberkid kicked open the door and rushed inside. I followed, ignoring the pain in my shoulder as best as I could, though the bleeding was harder to ignore.
Once we passed the threshold, the sound of battle outside became a lot more quiet, especially when I closed the door behind us. We stood in a narrow wood hallway, which stretched ahead toward the front of the ship and had about three or four doors on each side. There was no sign, however, of the vigilante himself.
“Where did he go?” I said, looking around
