CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Before leaving the garage, I put on my entire Beams costume. I expected to fight whoever the intruder was, so I wanted to make sure I was combat ready for whoever awaited us. Greta kept her back to me the entire time, because there wasn’t much room for me to change in the garage. I could tell she wanted to look, but she had enough self-control to keep her back to me until I told her to turn around and face me.
“Wow, Alex,” Greta said, eying my costume. “I forgot just how much your costume, uh, enhances your body.”
I was glad my helmet’s visor hid my face, because my face became as red as a tomato when she said that. “Thanks, Greta, but we’ve got to go. I’ll lead, because I’m stronger than you.”
“And get us both lost?” said Greta. “No, I should lead, because I know the
