By the time Treehugger and Mecha Knight reached the stage, nearly the entire audience was gone. Most of the security guards had moved onto the stage now, standing around Bolt’s unconscious body, cuffing his arms and legs together to keep him from running when he awoke. A couple of the security guards were moving Strike off the stage on a stretcher. Treehugger couldn’t see Strike’s face due to the fact that he was lying in such an awkward position, but it was painful to see him looking almost dead.
Arnold and Porter were off to one side, both quietly speaking to one another. Mr. Apollo and Blood Boil were nowhere to be seen, but Treehugger figured they were likely searching the auditorium for any other possible dangers to the Vice-President’s life.
“Greetings, Arnold, Vice-President,” sai
