‘Yeah... I mean, it’s functional... but the face is all dented from the hammer. I could smooth it out with the grinder, but that’d weaken the metal...’
‘Substance over style, Hector.’
‘These corners on the jaw piece are going to dig into my neck if I don’t shave them down...’
‘You want to stay and keep working?’
‘I can’t. The clubroom is closed. I don’t think there’s anyone even left in the school...’
‘Then you might as well get over here.’ Garovel started giving directions.
‘So, uh... what’s Colt been doing?’
‘Sleeping, mostly.’
‘The whole day?’
‘Yeah. But then, he is the most wanted man in Brighton right now. I can’t imagine daylight being very friendly to him.’
‘Oh yeah...’
‘But he’s awake now. Looks like he’s preparing to leave.’
‘Any idea where he’s going?’
‘No. But it must be something important if he’s risking exposure. He’s taking a gun with him.’
Hector started running. Soon, he reached Brighton’s inner city and asked for more directions. Garovel gave them, but Colt was moving now, so following was made more difficult. Hector wasn’t empowered with strength, either. His body still ached in protest every time his feet hit the pavement.
He finally stumbled to a stop when he saw Garovel.
‘You don’t look so good,’ the reaper said, grasping his shoulder.
Relief washed through him. ‘Where is he?’
Garovel pointed toward an alley behind a department store.
Hector slipped his head into the helm.
‘It doesn’t look so bad,’ the reaper observed. ‘The dents make it look a bit abnormal, but in a good way. An imposing way. How does it fit?’
He rubbed his neck. ‘Could be worse, I suppose...’ He made his way over to Colt.
‘Substance over style, Hector.’
‘These corners on the jaw piece are going to dig into my neck if I don’t shave them down...’
‘You want to stay and keep working?’
‘I can’t. The clubroom is closed. I don’t think there’s anyone even left in the school...’
‘Then you might as well get over here.’ Garovel started giving directions.
‘So, uh... what’s Colt been doing?’
‘Sleeping, mostly.’
‘The whole day?’
‘Yeah. But then, he is the most wanted man in Brighton right now. I can’t imagine daylight being very friendly to him.’
‘Oh yeah...’
‘But he’s awake now. Looks like he’s preparing to leave.’
‘Any idea where he’s going?’
‘No. But it must be something important if he’s risking exposure. He’s taking a gun with him.’
Hector started running. Soon, he reached Brighton’s inner city and asked for more directions. Garovel gave them, but Colt was moving now, so following was made more difficult. Hector wasn’t empowered with strength, either. His body still ached in protest every time his feet hit the pavement.
He finally stumbled to a stop when he saw Garovel.
‘You don’t look so good,’ the reaper said, grasping his shoulder.
Relief washed through him. ‘Where is he?’
Garovel pointed toward an alley behind a department store.
Hector slipped his head into the helm.
‘It doesn’t look so bad,’ the reaper observed. ‘The dents make it look a bit abnormal, but in a good way. An imposing way. How does it fit?’
He rubbed his neck. ‘Could be worse, I suppose...’ He made his way over to Colt.
Hmm wait a sec, does Hector have super (or at least abnormal) speed/strength on a normal basis? I mean is it passive and what Garovel actually does is give him even more power when he touches him?
ReplyDeleteProbably just ran. You don't need powers to do that. Heck, I can run about 5 miles in under or around 30 minutes.
ReplyDeleteYeah, but that's like marathoner speed. 6 minute miles for 5 miles?
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