When the Cyborg jabbed the needle into Bolt’s neck, Bolt felt his muscles grow weak. He tried to stand up, but then the Cyborg kicked him down. The Cyborg’s kick hurt far more than it should have, making Bolt groan.
“Bolt!” said Beams, stepping forward. “No!”
The Cyborg looked down at Beams with a dispassionate gaze. “My research suggested that you would try to resist, even seeing Bolt fall. No matter. I’ve captured far more dangerous prey than you in the past.”
Bolt gritted his teeth. He tried to push himself up but found that even that simple movement was almost beyond what his body could do. It was like all of the strength in his body had been sapped away, just like—
“The formula,” said Bolt. He looked up at the Cyborg. “The Defiants hired you to capture us, didn’t they?”
“I am no
