My shots blasted through the pile that covered Mike and Bettany, and a frown claimed my face after I fired my fourth shot, the results I had observed spelling doom for my plans.
I watched as Mike pushed aside the pile over him and stood to his feet, a long yellow transparent Roman shield hovering over his right arm, protecting him.
Behind Mike was Bettany, who took shelter behind his huge frame, her eyes in the direction Gigs and Denise had run, burning with mischief.
"His companions have run, let me go find them…."
"Get into the air, they'll be easy pickings once we're done with him. Didn't you say you wanted to capture and study him, or would you prefer I kill him?"
Last time, Bettany seemed to be the one in control, but now Mike was pissed and he had taken the reins.
