Under the Heavy Rain
The downpour slashed across the city like a curtain of liquid knives. Thunder roared. The ruins of central city smoked and burned beneath black clouds shot through with purple lightning.
Kevin rocketed through the air faster than light, leaving nothing behind but a greenish blur. Rain turned to steam in his wake.
As he zipped past, a military helicopter bucked violently in the air, the rotors screaming.
> “s**t—what was that?! Did we hit a bird?!” Kolade barked into his comms, grabbing a handhold as the cabin lurched.
> “Negative, sir!” the pilot shouted back, eyes wide. “Nothing on radar!”
> “It might be the wind shear! The weather’s going crazy at this altitude!” added the co-pilot as lightning forked in the distance.
> “Fine,” Kolade snapped. He r
