Regroup.
“Yeah, we kicked their asses!” one of the Goths shouted.
“Don’t be quick to celebrate. That wasn’t a full assault! That was a probe of our defenses,” Agent Smith scolded the younger man.
“Who are you, grandpa?” one of the other Goth’s asked.
Smith shook his head and walked past Misty. “You need to educate your group. They have no idea when we get our asses handed to us.”
Misty examined him in passing, arms spread wide and a smile on her face.
El watched the exchange in disbelief. She had never been this close to death. She figured it would get much worse before it got better.
Crystal and Misty tried to collect their followers, but El’s only concern became finding Evan. She’d seen him enter the hangar before the attack. Even with his power to shield himself and others, he mi
