CHAPTER FIVE
It didn’t take Strike and I very long to reach the Showdown City Graveyard. It was located near the outskirts of the city, which would have been a fifteen or twenty minute drive, but we didn’t drive. I flew using my flight powers, while Strike used his magnetic abilities to lift himself up on a piece of metal like a surfboard. I wondered if he surfed because he certainly treated the piece of metal like a surfboard as we flew through the air, his cape flapping behind him while we soared.
Quite a few people looked up at us in surprise as we flew, but it seemed to me that most of the pedestrians on the streets below seemed more surprised by Strike’s appearance than my own. I guessed that the news about Strike saving that airplane and all the passengers on board must have spread
