Jack!” Uncle Josh’s voice suddenly pierced the air. “What the hell are you doing with the Atlas Glove?”
Snapping out of my shock, I saw Uncle Josh walking toward me, his hands balled into fists. Even though he was completely uninjured from the attack, he nonetheless looked as if I had just fired a loaded g*n in his face.
“I just wanted to help,” I said, lowering the Atlas Glove to my side, smoke rising from the fingertips. “I saw this suitcase in the trunk and—”
Uncle Josh stopped in front of me and tore the Atlas Glove off my hand immediately. He looked over the Glove briefly, perhaps to make sure it was still in one piece, and then looked at me with a disapproving scowl. “You could have killed yourself. The recoil alone is enough to break a person’s arm. It’s a miracle that you’re not
