Chapter Eighteen
A few hours later, we were driving in a van down the main highways of New York, following the road to New York City and to the house where the man who claimed to be my father awaited us.
How we got the van was pretty simple: I asked Emma to steal it for us. Yeah, I know, as heroes we’re technically not supposed to steal, but I would have you know that I am a prison escapee and a criminal now, so it wasn’t like I already wasn’t going to jail again if I got caught. Plus, it technically wasn’t me or Blizzard who did it, but Emma, and Emma has never called herself a superhero. And we needed a ride to get to New York City, anyway, because I figured that whatever was going to happen there might very well help save the country from White Lightning.
I don’t know for sure where
