When Kendra finally hung up, Vic slammed the receiver down on his boss’s desk. Morrison glanced at him, worried. “Braunson…”
Vic turned on his heel, ignoring the man, and raced back to his locker. The employee lounge was empty now, his coworkers ensconced in the afternoon session of the safety seminar. His large fingers trembled slightly—it all circled back to Jordan, he thought as he fumbled with the combination lock that kept him from his cell. Taking a deep breath, Vic grabbed the lock with both hands and pulled down on it. A growl of frustration escaped his throat but the metal didn’t twist away as he’d hoped. The lock stayed shut, stubbornly clinging in place. Vic punched the front of his locker with one angry fist. “f**k!”
Where were the powers now that he needed them? Taken away
