CHAPTER TWENTY
White Lightning sat at his seat around the Meeting Room table, feeling a little anxious, but managing to stay still regardless. He looked around the table at the other people, mostly as a way to avoid thinking about his anxiety.
Bolt sat next to him. While Bolt had taken some heavy hits from that explosion in the warehouse, Healing Touch had managed to heal most of his injuries quickly. Still, Bolt’s voice was a little more hoarse than usual due to the fact that he had inhaled a lot of smoke, though Healing Touch had assured them that Bolt’s voice would recover eventually.
Bolt himself sat with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his head down. He still smelled like smoke, though he had already replaced his costume with a cleaner copy from his room. Even though Bol
