Savior Part 2: Son of Eden (The Savior Series) Read Free Page B

be able to get there in around twenty-five minutes. I’ll take care of the cops and the green lights. Just make sure you get there as soon as you can!”
    “Guys this isn’t necessary!” I insisted.
    “Shut up, Reaper!” Howie snapped, then abruptly ended the call.
    I stood there for a second, wondering if I should be pissed or thankful for Howie’s interference. I had never attempted to take on so many foes at once, so I certainly understood Howie’s concern but I couldn’t help but feel a bit disrespected by the amount of alarm that he had shown. So what if they had me outnumbered 800 to 1? What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like they can actually kill me, I thought as I reassured myself that Howie was simply overreacting.
    “Sorry about that. My buddy can be a bit overprotective,” I said as I turned my attention back to Alias. The Strangers that surrounded me withdrew electrified batons and tightened their circle around me as I easily lifted their leader into the air with one hand.
    “Now… where were we?” I asked, grinning beneath my mask as they all lunged toward me with their weapons thrust before them. In a flash, I tucked Alias’ body beneath my arm against his will then took one deep breath before zooming headfirst into the fray.
     

2. ROAD RAGE
ACE:
    MY JET-BLACK BODY ARMOR CONSISTED OF QUITE A FEW Kevlar armor plates, however I had gotten used to gearing up in a hurry over the last two years therefore I was fully suited and ready to roll in less than five minutes.
    “How’s the freeway looking, Echo?” I asked as I tied my long black headband around my tactical combat mask and switched on its internal heads-up display. Reaper and Howie always said my combat gear made me resemble the ninja version of a Navy SEAL and, to be honest, I couldn’t agree more. I had several versions of my basic gear but the “ninja” look was best suited for my skill set and consequently it was always my favorite.
    “The freeway should be fairly clear, Ace,” Howie advised over the radio. “ I’m extending the red lights leading to most of the entrance ramps but I left the one nearest to you green for now. Are you already on the way?” he continued as the garage door of my New Haven safe house retracted upward.
    “I’m taking off now. Can you close the door for me?” I asked as I revved the engine of my supercharged black sports motorcycle and zipped out of the garage.
    “Done,” Howie confirmed as I zoomed down the street, already approaching 100 miles per hour.
    “I’m getting on the freeway now. Any cops up ahead?” I asked as I stormed up the entrance ramp.
    “All clear for now.”
    “Good,” I said as I hit the throttle and accelerated to over 200 miles per hour as I rocketed onto the freeway.
    Usually all eight lanes would have still been completely packed at this time but Howie had done well to manipulate the traffic lights so luckily the streets were relatively clear.
    What in the hell is Reaper thinking? I thought as I squeezed the throttle once more and accelerated past 250 miles per hour, weaving between the few cars that were still left on the highway. I hugged my bike closer and accelerated to over 300 miles per hour as I left the rest of the civilian vehicles in my dust. I was moving so fast by that point that a single miscalculated move could have easily spelled the end of me, but luckily my reflexes and reaction times were about twenty times quicker than the average man’s due to the intense training that I had received since the age of four, as well as a few other factors that Howie and Reaper were completely unaware of.
    “How’s the situation in Manhattan?” I asked.
    “I’ve noticed quite a few explosions but at least not the big one. Not yet anyway,” Howie replied.
    “Any word from Reap?”
    “Negative. They started jamming his comms so I can’t get through to him anymore, but I can still see him on the satellite footage. He’s zooming around right now