Vaughn traded strokes of lightning with Shock Jock, with the former rising higher and higher into the air. Shock Jock grinned, moving forward.
“I was hoping to see you again before we left,” he said. “I wanted to ask you a question.”
“Me too,” Vaughn replied. “Are you color-blind?”
Shock Jock extended his arms outward. Several generators shuddered and groaned, tearing their way off the ground and floating toward him. Tongues of electricity wove their way across the surface of the generators, licking any nearby metal surface in bright, violent strokes.
“Have you told your ‘friends’ yet?” Shock Jock asked. Continue reading The Omnisphere: Part 5