Then he saw spear walking toward him and said, this was not a pleasant day, major.
Lord have mercy, grant thought, are we tangling the great red spot. And he really does love the boy. The cars slid past the mouth of forty-eighth street and beneath the overhang of the pedestrian mall, to a wild cacophony of screams and curses.
He nervously worked his fingers in his flight glove, hoping it would insulate him from any power surges.