Read Jericho Johnson: The Gauntlet of Time Page 17
“What’re you doing?” I shouted at Chloe as she jumped over me, bolting as fast as her suit would carry her at the behemoth of machinery that occupied the center of the street, still spraying bullets everywhere with the two massive guns attached to its forearms.
Scrambling to my shaky feet, I monkey-crawled deeper into the alleyway, screaming like a Comanche warrior as concrete exploded all around me as I did so. Once deeper I figured I’d take a break and revise the situation, but apparently the S-20 had other plans for me as the walls around me started getting hit, too. “Un-freaking-believable,” I grumbled, getting to my feet and dashing down the snow-ridden alley. Although the suit was amazing, I was still breathing hard and my heart was beating like the bass drum at a death metal concert.
Leaping to my left, I kicked off the brick wall and shot to the opposite wall, which I ran up like a ninja, the heavy feet of the suit digging deep into the wall with each step. When I reached the top I kicked off again and landed on the other building. I bolted to the edge almost fifty feet away and skidded to a stop, peering down at the battle.
Chloe was kneeling in front of the mech, her hands behind her head as the twenty foot machine from hell took the last step, stopping in front of her.
Wow. That was fast. And here I thought she was the one who was saving the day.
Oh, well.
No one lives forever, they tell me.
Wait.
Okay, I get it now. You guys are totally lost because I skipped chapter fifteen, aren’t you? Alright, alright, I’ll go back and tell you fifteen but only because I can’t stand gaps.
Remember that this is for me, not you. I don’t even know you