Lucky Strike (Super Harem #1) - Catherine Banks Page 0,69

and rolled over the top of the desk, landing on the cold concrete as the room began to spin viciously.

Grandfather shoved the desk away with two of his four arms and dusted himself off. “You see, Violet, I’m more than just a scientist. I don’t just experiment on others. I’ve also enhanced myself. So much so that even your father won’t be able to destroy me.”

I rolled onto my side and vomited. Monsters, I hated being dizzy. I hated it so much.

“Protocol purple,” Transistor whispered.

“Protocol purple engaged,” Alfred said in a deeper than usual voice.

I heard the sound of metal pieces clicking and clinking together and whirring, but I couldn’t get my vision to straighten enough to see clearly.

“Lucky,” Transistor whispered. I felt a hand on my face and tried to focus on that, tried to center myself so I could stop spinning.

“You think you can stop me?” Grandfather said in a booming voice and laughed so loud it made my ears ring.

Gunshots echoed in the room and I felt spurts of heat, making me think someone was using fire.

“Spins,” I said, elongating the last sound.

The needle was jerked from my neck and I gasped.

“It’ll stop soon,” Transistor said and then grunted in pain.

“Injured?” I asked.

“Yeah.” That was the only response I got.

The sounds of fighting intensified and the explosions grew closer.

Transistor draped his body around mine. “Shit.”

“T!” Gargoyle yelled.

“She’s drugged. It’ll stop soon,” Transistor said.

“What in the Galaxy is that?” Gargoyle asked.

“Her grandfather,” Transistor answered. “He’s been enhancing himself.”

“Wonderful,” Gargoyle muttered.

“Plan?” Hurricane asked.

“I c-can’t fight,” Transistor said. “She’s out of commission for another few minutes, and Alfred is losing quickly. My droids are coming, but it’ll be several more minutes.”

“So, we have to distract him until the droids come?” Vortex asked.

“We can do that,” Hurricane said.

“What is going on?” the panda woman from earlier screeched.

“The Genetics Director is a villain who infiltrated the Association,” Transistor said. “He’s trying to kill Violet Strike and me.”

“Y-you’re a villain,” she snapped.

“No, he’s not,” Hurricane said. “If we don’t get him out of here, the Genetics Director’s going to end up destroying the entire building. How do we get him to leave?”

“Bait,” I whispered. Slowly, my dizziness was subsiding and I was able to think straight.

“What?” Transistor asked.

I rolled onto my hands and knees, took a few breaths, and pushed myself up to my feet.

The world tilted and several sets of hands caught me and kept me upright.

I opened my eyes and was glad to see the world wasn’t spinning anymore.

Alfred had turned into a robot with legs, and cannons for arms with a red laser coming out of his single lens in the middle of his face.

My grandfather was now a huge lizard man with spikes and four scaled arms.

“I hope that doesn’t run in the family,” I muttered and swayed on my feet a bit.

“You sure you’re up to fighting?” Gargoyle asked me.

I turned and looked at the four men with me. They were all ready to fight, ready to do what was right, what they could to protect me.

It was time for me to protect them. I smiled and then kissed each of them.

The panda woman blinked at me, her eyes widening even more when I kissed Transistor.

I took a step back and said, “Bait.”

We were on the east wall of the building, seven floors below ground. To the left was the garage and from the garage there was a tunnel that led out to the surface. And that surface had miles of uninhabited land where we could keep the civilians safe from our fight.

“Hey, Grandpa!” I yelled.

He stopped attacking Alfred and looked at me. “What?”

“What’s your name? I mean, your villain name?”

“My name is Doc Creation,” he said.

How conceited!

“I bet Mom didn’t tell you about the newest creation she has. A creature capable of projecting a person’s voice, creating a means of communication that has no range limit. I have one and I’ll sell it to you,” I said as I maneuvered myself towards the wall that separated us from the garage.

He rolled his lizard eyes. “Pass.”

I shrugged. “Then I guess I’ll just have to take this!” I snatched the vials of Transistor’s blood that he had taken and left in a carrying box on the counter.

“Put them back,” Doc Creation roared.

I jiggled them in front of my body with a smile. “These? Now, why would you want these? Oh, I know why...his blood is the answer to fixing Dad’s sickness. Because Transistor has nanobots in his blood.”

“What?” everyone