M. E. Holland

Unstoppable

We rocketed through the narrow airways between the skyscrapers of Metrocity, the Speedster’s sleek metal body vibrating and its double rocket-boosters flaming as we wove through a barrage of bullets, energy blasts, and assorted projectiles. Our haul lay tucked securely in the Speedster’s saddlebags, our escape impeded by every hero – super or standard – that the city could throw at us, but I focused my attention on the metallic companion riding pillion behind me.