Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,26
white drone uncloaked, opened one of its ports, and a blue light covered me. It beeped, the light went dark, and then four ports opened with gun barrels sliding out of them. Alfred pointed one barrel at each of the people in the room. “Toxin confirmed. Assassinate threats?” Alfred’s voice had a bit of an accent and sounded completely human.
“No!” I shouted.
“Situation?” Tyson asked.
“Heroes Hurricane, Galactic Gargoyle, Vortex, and Alura are inside Lucy’s room.” Alfred said.
“My competition?” Tyson asked with a chuckle. “Never mind, don’t answer that. Alfred, mark those four as allies. Re-cloak and send me your scan results.”
The drone disappeared.
“You’re dating Transistor, aren’t you?” Austin asked.
“Hand him the phone, please,” Tyson requested.
Everything had happened so quickly that I hadn’t had any time to react.
“That’s not a good idea,” I said.
Tyson sighed. “Just let me talk to him, please. We will only discuss your ailment.”
“My what?”
Alura took the phone and handed it to Austin. “He wants to talk to you.”
“How—”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m right next to you. I can hear him.”
Austin walked to the other side of the room, speaking too softly for me to hear.
“Transistor?” Hurricane asked. “You’re dating a villain?”
I looked at Alura, unsure what to say. She wasn’t even supposed to know. How had she found out?
She just rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”
“He’s not evil,” I mumbled. My ears were beginning to ring and sparkly dots glittered in my vision.
Austin squatted down in front of me. “He wants you to come to his lab. Are you okay with that?”
“So many OSHA violations in the kitchen,” I whispered. Was the room swaying, or was I? Both?
“She’s getting worse. That means it is spreading. I’m on the way, meet me out front,” Tyson said from the speakerphone.
“Can we trust him?” Vortex asked. “Didn’t he try to kill her like a dozen times when she was with Cobalt?”
“Never hurt me,” I muttered.
Austin picked me up. “We can trust him when it comes to Lucy’s safety.”
He started walking, and I was hit with an extreme wave of vertigo.
I yelled and my arms flailed.
Austin crushed me against his chest. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
“Alura, don’t let him drop me,” I gasped.
She chuckled. “You’ll be fine.”
“Just close your eyes,” Hurricane whispered.
I obeyed.
The floor fell, and I screeched. “We’re falling!”
Alura laughed.
“You think we’d just let you fall?” Vortex asked.
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“I have wings, remember?” Austin whispered in my ear.
Oh, right.
“And I’d never let anything happen to you,” he continued.
“You wouldn’t?” I asked. “Because you like me? Because I’m pretty?”
“Yes, because you’re pretty,” Alura said and kissed my cheek.
I laughed until tears leaked down my cheeks.
My body was placed on something warm and soft.
“Why are her eyes closed?” Tyson asked.
“She started freaking out,” Hurricane said. “It was easier to just have her close her eyes.”
“Oh, no. They’re all together,” I whispered.
Alura sighed. “Stop talking, Lucy.”
I closed my mouth and someone put a seatbelt on for me. Then, the car was moving.
“Are you dizzy?” Tyson asked.
I tried to reply, but my lips were still clamped.
Tyson grumbled, “I’m going to kill whoever drugged you.”
My mind spun, and I lost track of time and space again. When I came back to full consciousness, I was strapped to a table and robots were scanning me and taking some of my blood.
“Hey! That’s my blood.” I protested.
Tyson came around from behind me wearing a lab coat and carrying a beaker of smoking green liquid without any safety goggles or gloves on. Didn’t he know he needed Personal Protection Equipment when he handled chemicals like that? “Don’t worry, they’re only taking a little bit.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Where is your PPE? Do you have any Material Safety Data Sheets for that liquid? How many OSHA violations are you committing right now?”
He swirled the liquid in the beaker with a smirk. “Over a dozen.”
A robot started trying to draw more blood and before I could voice my irritation, my powers activated and the robot exploded.
Tyson sighed. “Clean up in the laboratory.”
A different robot, this one short, round, and with several hoses coming out of it, making it look like an octopus, rushed over and cleaned up the destroyed robot.
Tyson walked away.
“Hey! I’m still strapped to this bed!” My voice echoed in the room, which was super white and sterile-looking.
“I’m just behind you,” Tyson said. “Until I get this toxin out of you, you’ll have to stay strapped there.”
“I have work,” I argued. “Lots of interviews.”
“You’re in no shape to do interviews.”
“I have to,”