Chapter 10
Smoke released a cloud of acrid smoke into the air and ducked behind a row of lockers. He didn’t know how much protection they’d provide. Their metal was thin and weak, but at least they’d keep the enemy from seeing him. And these were New York cops, not outsiders, so they’d have some respect for the clubhouse even if Heartstring was controlling them.
“You can’t hide in there forever.” The voice sounded tinny as it came through the megaphone. “You know it and we know it. Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up.”
Smoke flipped the cops off. It wasn’t like they could see him.
Firestarter popped up next to him, his big ears sticking out like jug handles. “I don’t suppose the cavalry is planning to show up any time soon?”
Smoke glared at him. “They said they’ll
