CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Strike?” I said in alarm. “Strike, what are you doing? Why did you attack me? It’s me, Bolt. We’re on the same side.”
But Strike, apparently, did not hear me. He simply snarled and fired his lasers at my face. His aim was slightly off, however, allowing me to dodge it by moving my head to the side, although the lasers still left a burning spot where they stuck.
Not wanting to risk getting blasted again, I summoned my super strength and tore the metal off me. I shot up into the air just as Strike fired another laser beam at me and narrowly avoided getting blasted again.
I landed on the other side of the lab and looked over at Strike, who was looking at me now with deep hatred etched on his features.
“What the heck was that for, Strike?” I said. I dusted myself off.
