The surge hit him like a freight train made of lightning. His vision cleared, his muscles locked, and for a glorious, agonizing moment, he felt the hum of 220 volts surging through his veins. He wasn't just alive; he was overclocked.
"I need a jump!" he roared, his voice rasping against the roar of the Los Angeles freeway. The surge hit him like a freight train made of lightning
With a manic grin, Chev turned back toward the city skyline. The hunt was back on, and this time, he was bringing the lightning with him. his muscles locked