Jordan’s eyes opened wide in panic when he looked down at the ground that was racing up to meet him and Ryan. “What are you thinking? I’m not sure that even you can survive a fall from this height, and I certainly can’t!”
Ryan reached down to his utility belt and pulled off one of the sticky grenades. “I couldn’t see any other way for us both to get out of that room alive. Now climb onto my back!”
Jordan made his way around Ryan’s body until he was hanging onto Ryan’s back. “What is this going to accomplish?”
Ryan pushed the red button on top of the grenade and pushed it between Jordan’s chest and his back. “Hopefully, it’ll save both of our lives.” The grenade erupted in a shower gooey slime, covering Jordan.
Jordan’s face twisted in disgust. “This was your plan? Get me covered in this slime before we die?”
Ryan reached his hand back and absorbed some of the sticky slime off of Jordan. “Relax, I’m pretty good at this hero thing.” Ryan’s body changed into the same sticky substance the slime was made out of. He reached his hands out until the touched a window they were falling past. The window shattered from the sudden strain put on it by their momentum, but it did slow their descent. Ryan released his sticky hold on the shattered pieces of glass, allowing them to rain down on the sidewalk below.
Ryan continued to do this to every window he could, each one slowing them down a little more. A smile filled Jordan’s face. “I see now! You wanted to use the stickiness of the sticky grenade to slow us down, and to make sure I didn’t fall during it. That was pretty clever of you, Ryan.”
Ryan grinned. “I told you I was pretty good at this whole hero thing.” With only ten stories left to fall, Ryan had finally slowed down their fall enough that the window he reached out for held their weight instead of just shattering. Ryan lowered himself down toward the street as quickly as he could.
Jordan’s smile turned into a frown. “What do we do now, Ryan? Those thugs will be down here any moment to catch us, not to mention that the city is going to be destroyed. Even you can’t protect every part of the city at once.”
Ryan dropped down the last ten feet to the ground and hurried toward the doors. “I already talked with the police. They are scattered throughout the city ready to take on the gangs wherever they attack. They just need to hold out long enough for me to get there and help out. As for this guy’s thugs here, I have an idea of how to keep them in there.” Ryan put his hand onto the space between the two doors and turned back to normal. The sticky substance appeared over the crack between the doors, creating a small seal. Ryan reached up and absorbed the rest of the sticky substance holding Jordan onto Ryan’s back, and he spread that over the crack as well.
Jordan nodded his head appreciatively. “Wow, you really thought this all through, didn’t you? You even had an escape planned for us before you got here. I really don’t give you enough credit. I’m very impressed.”
Ryan turned and ran for the closest alley, with Jordan still clinging onto his back. “Nope, I thought I was going to have to fight my way out of the building to get us out of there. Jumping through the window was a spur of the moment idea. Glad it worked out, though. Now hold on tight, I need to get you across town as fast as I can!”
Jordan’s eyes opened wide in fright. “You jumped through that window on an impulse? We could have died!”
Ryan laughed, “Of course we could have! That’s what it’s like for me every time I put this suit on!” Ryan pulled himself up onto the roof of the building he was climbing and started to sprint across town to the police station.
The Spider hurried into the interrogation room and over to the shattered window. He looked down at the falling bodies of the Super Morpher and of Jordan and shook his head. “He would rather have the city be destroyed and not have to live to see it than to work for me. Perhaps he wasn’t as strong a man as I thought he was. Have men go down to gather their bodies. I would not have them be found dead in front of my building, and perhaps the secret to the Super Morpher’s powers can be found inside of his DNA. Have his body delivered to the lab.”
The Spider gasped when he saw the Super Morpher transform and begin to slow his fall. He growled, and said, “Never mind about collecting his body, we can do that later. Saul! Contact the gangs and tell them to begin their attack, but to only send half of their members out.”
Saul pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and held it up to his ear. “Right away, boss.”
The Spider stepped away from the window and started across the empty room, but paused halfway across. “Make sure to tell them that they are not to loot or plunder until this city has been reduced to ashes. I would not have them be distracted while there is still work to be done.”
Saul nodded his head. “Of course, I will personally make sure that each gang leader understands your orders.”
Ryan leapt over a street and gasped when he saw men armed with guns and torches making their way through the streets. “I didn’t expect the attack to begin already!” Ryan picked up his pace to a breakneck speed.
Jordan watched the street that they had just jumped over, and saw police officers swarm out to meet the gang members. “The police will be able to hold out until you are able to assist them. Don’t worry about it. Besides, they now have uniforms made from the same indestructible fabric that you do. There is very little those thugs will be able to do to them.”
Ryan leapt to another roof. “You mean besides give them incredibly painful bruises when they are shot and possibly scramble their internal organs if they use any sort of explosives on them.”
Jordan frowned. “Of course there is still some risk, but they are better protected than any fighting force ever has been. Which reminds me, that morphing cap over your right hip has a bit of Jordanium in it. It’s a new alloy I synthesised that as far as I can tell is indestructible. Nothing should be able to hurt you if you are made out of it.”
Ryan jumped down from the top of the building and landed on the sidewalk in front of the police station. Jordan grunted at the sudden stop and Ryan smiled. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind. Now let’s get you someplace safe!” Jordan climbed down off of Ryan’s back and hurried into the police station.
The police officers sat behind desks with radios and maps in front of them. They looked up when Ryan and Jordan entered the station. A man with graying hair stood up and shook his head. “Now is not a good time, fellas. The entire city is erupting into chaos in case you hadn’t noticed.”
Ryan said, “I am aware. I’m going out to do what I can to put a stop to it, but I wanted to make sure that Mr. Godard was someplace safe. The man I just rescued him from is behind this attack, and I don’t know what lengths he is going to be willing to go to in order to get him back.”
The man nodded his head. “Fine, he can stay here with us as long as he doesn’t get in our way. We are too busy guiding our officers to where the gangs are attacking to be able to have any distractions right now.”
Ryan smiled and nodded his head. “Thank you.” He turned and hurried out of the building.”
The police officer sat back down behind his desk and said, “The Super Morpher just left the station and is coming to give you some aid.”
Jordan watched the police officers answer radio calls and update their maps, decided that they weren’t paying any attention to him and slowly moved over to a computer that he would still be able to hear the radio reports coming in. He turned the computer on and logged on to the internet. He opened two sites, one that would allow him to receive and send out transmissions over the radio, and one that would allow him to have the computer say what he typed in.
Jordan turned the radio to the frequency that him and Ryan usually used, and typed in a message. “Ryan, it’s me, Jordan. I’m listening to the police scanner and an alarm is going off at Crystal’s Jewelry store, and there aren’t any officers there to deal with it. Once you are finished there, I will guide you to the next fight.”
Lieutenant Jacob cried out in pain when a bullet crashed into his shoulder. He dropped down to rest his back against the car he was using for cover, and muttered a few curses under his breath. Thanks to the bulletproof uniforms that Jordan Godard had finished just in time, that bullet only left a very painful bruise instead of a hole in his shoulder. Another officer dropped down next to Lieutenant Jacob and pulled out his empty clip and replaced it with another one filled with rubber bullets. “Are you okay, Lieutenant?”
Lieutenant Jacob gritted his teeth and nodded his head. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” A bottle with a flaming rag tucked inside of it flew over the car and crashed into the building behind them, lighting it on fire. Lieutenant Jacob muttered a few more choice curses. “Get on the radio and call the fire department down here! I don’t know how we’re going to be able to make it through the night if they keep this up!”
The other officer fumbled for the radio attached to his shoulder and started to call in the fire. Lieutenant Jacob stood up and started firing at every gang member that he saw cheering and leering at the flames. “That’s right, stand there and make it easy for me! Where is the Super Morpher? He promised to back us up!”
Ryan ran out of the police station toward the alley on the side of the building before making his way up the fire escape to the roof. He looked over the city in dismay as he saw the glow of several fires blazing. Should those be his priority? Or should he search for something closer? This would be so much easier if he had one of those police radios and knew where the closest fight was.
Ryan jumped when he heard a robotic voice come over his radio. “Ryan, it’s me, Jordan. I’m listening to the police scanner and an alarm is going off at Crystal’s Jewelry store, and there aren’t any officers there to deal with it. Once you are finished there, I will guide you to the next fight.”
Ryan started to run toward Crystal’s, and he said, “Jordan? What’s up with your voice? Should you really be talking like this when there are so many police officers around?”
Silence answered for a few moments, and finally the robotic voice replied, “Not to worry. I’m using a text to voice software to communicate with you, so I’m not actually saying anything. Even if I was, the police are so occupied with all the reports coming in that they don’t have time to notice anything I’m doing.”
Ryan stopped at the edge of the roof across the street from Crystal’s Jewelry store. This is where it all started for him, the place where he had faced the first robot. He reached down and grabbed the morphing cap sitting over his right hip. He squeezed it and a small ball of Jordanium popped out into his waiting hand, and he absorbed it. He jumped off of the roof and was surprised when he jumped fifteen feet higher into the air than he expected to. He dropped down onto the sidewalk, sending small cracks out from his feet. “What is going on? I feel super light.”
One of the gang members left outside to watch for any police interference shouted inside of the store, “We have company!” He pulled out his pistol and started to fire at Ryan.
The bullets harmlessly bounced off of Ryan, and he charged across the street at the thug. The gangster gasped in surprise at Ryan’s speed, and dropped to the ground after Ryan’s fist slammed into his stomach. Ryan’s eyes opened wide in shock when he realized how fast he had just moved. “I think I should have practiced a little more with Jordanium before now. I feel faster and stronger than I ever have before!”
The robotic voice in his ear responded, “That must be because of how lightweight the alloy is. I can’t wait to run some tests once this is all over to see just how much it improves your performance.”
A grenade rolled to a stop at Ryan’s feet and he gasped in surprise when it exploded, sending a car that was parked behind him sliding ten feet across the street. Ryan was sent flying into the car, but marveled when he noticed that he wasn’t damaged at all from either the explosion or slamming into the car. “Oh, I have a new favorite transformation.” He looked over at the front of Crystal’s Jewelry and saw that it had been replaced with a large hole. He shook his head. “I’ve let this go on for far too long. Time to finish this.” Ryan darted into the store amidst shocked shouts from the gang about his survival.
Ryan darted from gangster to gangster under a hail of bullets, beating each of them unconscious. Once he had them all out cold, he tossed them out onto the sidewalk in a pile of moaning bodies. He pulled one of Jordan’s sticky grenades off of his belt, pushed the button, and dropped it onto the top of the pile. The grenade opened up and a green liquid shot out of it, covering the gang members and sticking them to each other and the sidewalk. The grenade closed once more, and Ryan picked it from the sticky mass and put it back onto his belt.
Ryan dusted his hands off and started down the sidewalk. “That’s one attack taken care off. They won’t be getting back into the fight anytime soon either. I left them in a sticky pile from one of your sticky grenades. Where’s the next closest fight?”
Jordan replied, “That was quick. There is a group of officers under heavy fire four blocks over on Ninth street. Go and give them a hand.”
Ryan sprinted down the sidewalk toward Ninth street until he saw the police officers pinned down behind their cars and the gangsters with pistols, machine guns, and shotguns firing relentlessly at them. Ryan rushed at the closest gangster and slammed his fist into the man’s face. The man’s eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto a man wielding a shotgun that was standing next to him. The man was thrown off balance and fell over onto the pavement. Ryan appeared at his side a second later and sent him to join his friend in sleep with a blow to the head.
The gang members took notice of Ryan’s arrival and focused their assault onto him. Ryan ignored their attacks and continued to move from person to person, leaving them out cold with blows to the head or gasping for air with blows to the stomach. Ryan piled them up once more and dropped a sticky grenade onto them. “Where to next?”
Things were looking bad for Lieutenant Jacob and the officers ducking for cover from the gang members’ constant attacks. He would have thought that they would have run out of ammo by now, but they must have brought enough to wipe out the town. He and his men had taken a few of them down, but not enough to make a difference. Sweat trickled down his face because of the intense heat of the flames of the building burning behind him. Where was the firefighters he had called for?
The officers gathered with him began to cheer and he looked to see what they were so excited for. Had the gang members started to surrender? Had back up finally arrived? He was disappointed when he saw the Super Morpher sprinting toward him. He had heard reports about the aid that he had given other officers at the fights scattered around town, but he still wasn’t happy to see him. A grenade sailed through the air and bounced to a halt in front of Lieutenant Jacob, and tears began to trickle down his face. They had held out for so long, and now that they finally had backup, even if it was that Super Morpher punk, it was all going to end like this?
Lieutenant Jacob gasped when he saw the Super Morpher leap onto the grenade so that he was covering it with his body. The hollow thud of the grenade going off sounded in the night, and the Super Morpher was sent flying into the sky. Lieutenant Jacob sighed and shook his head. That was just like him; he arrived to give him and his men some hope, but took it all away by dieing as soon as he got there. At least he had managed to help keep them alive, but how long until they threw another grenade to finish them off?
The Super Morpher landed on the sidewalk with a thud and quickly got back on his feet. “Looks like I made it just in time. Let me take care of these flames quick before too much damage can be done to this building.” The Super Morpher stepped toward the burning building and his silvery skin turned back to the normal peach hue, or perhaps it was a trick of the fire light? He dropped down to the ground once more, his face contorted in pain. “What is this? Did that grenade do more to me than I thought it did?”
The officers watched the Super Morpher twitching on the sidewalk, and didn’t notice the gang members begin to swarm around the cars they were hiding behind. One of them, a large man with a sawed off shotgun chuckled. “Looks like the Super Morpher has had more than he can handle tonight.” He ejected an empty shell from his weapon and loaded the next one. “This is for what you did to Tyler’s gang!”
Lieutenant Jacob watched in horror as the Super Morpher gritted his teeth and reached out to the fire of the burning building. His horror turned into amazement as the flames that had encased the building flowed toward his outstretched hand and disappeared inside of him. His body was replaced with dancing flames and he struggled to get up to his feet once more, but collapsed back down onto the sidewalk. Flames burst from his body and engulfed several of the gang members standing closest to him. Lieutenant Jacob raised up his hands to try and block the sudden heatwave that overtook him.
When he looked again the gang members that had been closest to the Super Morpher were lying on the ground, twitching and moaning in pain. The gangsters looked down at their friends lying on the sidewalk, and then at the form of the Super Morpher struggling to get back up onto his feet. They rushed over toward him and started to kick him and beat on his body with their firearms.
Lieutenant Jacob jumped up to his feet. “We have to help him out! Take them down, men!” He began to fire his rubber bullets into the backs of the distracted delinquents. Other officers joined him in his efforts and soon the gangsters were lying on the ground moaning in pain.
The Super Morpher slowly made his way back to his feet and smiled appreciatively at Lieutenant Jacob. His body appeared to be made out of some black substance. Perhaps he had been burned by the flames he had somehow absorbed from the building. His skin turned back to a normal fleshy tone once more and a nearby pothole seemed to magically get filled in. “Thank you for your assistance.”
Lieutenant Jacob snorted. “It’s not like I could just sit back and watch someone get beaten up, especially not after he had just saved the lives of me and my men. What happened to you back there? It seemed like you suddenly lost all of your strength.”
The Super Morpher weakly replied, “I’m not entirely sure, but I’m feeling better now. I suppose I should take care of these guys and move on to the next group. Help me get them into a pile?”
Lieutenant Jacob and his officers helped the Super Morpher throw the gang members into a pile, except for the ones that were badly burned. They needed medical attention soon. The Super Morpher pulled something off of his belt and dropped it onto the pile of unconscious bodies, and a green liquid shot out and covered them. He picked something the size of a baseball off of the pile and put it back onto his belt. “Stay safe, we’ll make it through this night.” The Super Morpher turned and ran toward the street corner.
Lieutenant Jacob watched him weakly run off and shook his head. That kid should be heading for the closest medic after what he just endured, but instead he was going to continue his fight to keep the city safe. Perhaps he had misjudged the Super Morpher, but he would have time to consider that later. “Stop standing around and gawking like a bunch of schoolgirls at a pop-star’s house. We need to get medical attention here to these young men that were burned. Someone call this in and tell headquarters that we have a group ready for pickup and find out where we should head to next. There is a lot more to do yet before this night is over.”
Ryan jogged down the sidewalk slowly. “That last area is clear, where should I head to next?”
“The next closest group to you is five blocks over on Smith Avenue. Head over that way. Are you feeling okay? I’ve been hearing reports come in about you collapsing and taking quite a beating.”
Ryan flinched and started toward Smith Avenue. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling pretty beat up right now. I turned back to normal to absorb a fire, and it felt like I was a newborn. I lost pretty much all of my strength and the gang members took advantage of it and gave me a pretty bad beating. I’m starting to feel a little better though.”
Jordan was silent for a few moments, but finally replied, “Maybe you should take a break for a while and let the police handle the rest of this. You freed enough of them up that they should be able to take the rest down without too much damage to the city once they regroup.”
Ryan increased his pace. “No, I can’t just step aside and this city take any more damage than it has to. I’ll be fine, you just keep guiding me to where the fighting is the worst!”
“Very well, I’m going to run some tests on you later to see if something is wrong with you when this is all done though. I suggest not using the Jordanium until I can figure out if that was having some sort of effect on you.”
Ryan groaned. “That reminds me, I left it behind at that last fight! I dropped it when I changed back and forgot to pick it back up!”
“It’s fine, just focus on getting through the night and I’ll get you a new one.”
Ryan broke into a sprint when he heard the sounds of fighting in the distance. “I’ll be fine, it’s those gangsters you should be worried about.”
The Spider switched his radio off in frustration. “I’m really beginning to hate that draxxin Super Morpher! Saul! You passed on my order that our men were to leave the looting until after the city was destroyed, didn’t you?”
Saul approached the Spider’s side with a glass of scotch and ice in his hands. “Of course I did. It would seem that they were simply too inept to follow orders.”
The Spider took the glass from Saul and took a deep drink. He tapped his pointer finger on the desk and shook his head. “I suppose it’s of no consequence. If the city was destroyed I would have to relocate my operation. Send word to my scientists that they are to begin preparations for the next phase of my plan. If the Super Morpher won’t join us, I’ll simply have to destroy him.”
Ryan stumbled to the front of the police station with the sun rising at his back. Somehow they had done it. The gangs that had been attacking the city were either in custody or had fled, leaving the city with only minimal damage sustained. Police cheered as Ryan approached, and the police chief approached him with a smile on his face. Ryan returned the chief’s smile. “I think that should do it for tonight.”
The police chief held out his hand and nodded his head. “I believe you are right. I wanted to thank you for all of your help, I can honestly say that I don’t think the city would still be standing if you hadn’t come to our aid. It seems to me that the police could really use a man like you to help us. How would you like to join the police force?”
Ryan shook his head. “I appreciate the offer, Chief, but I think it would be best for the city if I didn’t. I want to be a hero that defends the people and pursues justice, not an attack dog on a leash to be sent wherever the government feels is necessary. I will continue to protect the city as I have been.”
The police chief nodded his head. “I understand. I think you can do more good on your own, but if you ever need help, we will give you any aid that you require.”
Ryan smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I could really use some sleep.” Ryan turned and jogged toward the rising sun. He ran past stores and buildings with broken windows and some buildings that still smoldered, but he knew that things could have been a lot worse.
Ryan’s whole body twinged in pain, and he almost collapsed onto the ground. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but ever since he absorbed that fire his body had felt like it was having trouble functioning. He was going to go back to his dorm and try to sleep this off. Wait, his dorm was a crime scene at the moment, and everything in it was destroyed. Ryan sighed. He supposed a nice bench in the park would make as good a bed as anything else at the moment. He was tired enough he didn’t think he’d care too much about where he slept.
Jordan yawned and shifted, trying to find a comfortable position in the chair he was sitting in. A tired looking police officer sat across the table from him with a notebook sitting in front of him. The police officer said, “Can you tell us anything about your kidnapper? Anything that might help us to catch her?”
Jordan shrugged. “She was a woman with brown, puffy hair, around five eight maybe? She said her name was Tami Wickers and she took me warehouse 14, the abandoned one by the river. After that, a group of armed men in suits put a bag over my head and took me to the Zimmdaran Accounting Experts building. That’s all I can think of that would be at all helpfull.”
The officer nodded his head. “We’ll look into this Tami Wickers and see if that wasn’t just an alias she used. You said earlier that you were questioned by someone else about the Super Morpher’s identity. What can you tell us about the one that did that?”
Jordan shook his head. “I’m afraid that I can’t tell you anything more than I already have. I never saw the person questioning me and the voice was the same distorted one that was calling for the Super Morphers return.”
The police officer stood up and started around the table. “Thank you for your cooperation. We’d like you to stay in protective custody until this matter is settled.”
Jordan shook his head. “I very much doubt that would be necessary. I believe the kidnappers have discovered that I can’t be used as a pawn to get what they want from the Super Morpher. I can’t imagine them having any other use for me. No, I’d like to return to my dorm and get some sleep.”
The police officer shook his head. “I’m afraid that we’re going to have to ask you to remain at the police station until we complete our raid of the Zimmdaran Accounting Experts building. We have a cot in back that you can sleep on for now.”
“I’d really prefer to go back to my dorm to be honest; I’ve always had a difficult time sleeping in public places.”
The police officer gave Jordan a stern look. “I’m afraid that we can’t allow that. Your dorm is a crime scene and you were just kidnapped yesterday. Whether you can sleep or not, you’re staying here until we complete out raid on the tower.”
Jordan cringed. He needed to get back to Ryan as soon as possible and figure out what was wrong with him. If Ryan wasn’t back up to one hundred percent when the man that did all this made his next move, the city could be in serious trouble. “Very well, but please hurry!”
Kari and Ryan walked down the sidewalk through a part of town that had been untouched by the riots the night before. Ryan sleepily admired the way that the setting sun reflected off of Kari’s red hair, making it seem to dance with fire. Kari looked over at Ryan and awkwardly chuckled. “I’m so glad that you still decided to come with me tonight, Ryan. I think you’ll really enjoy this bible study.”
Ryan nodded his head. “I’m sure that you’re right. Do you want to go and get something to eat with me after the study? As friends of course. I’m saving our date for something special.”
Kari giggled. “I’m not sure you’ll be hungry after the study; there’s usually lots of snacks here.”
Ryan shrugged. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see after the study, won’t we?”
A young man ran down the sidewalk toward Ryan and Kari. “Kari! Good to see you!”
Kari smiled. “Chance! I want you to meet my friend, Ryan. He’s going to be joining us for the bible study tonight.”
Chance held his hand out to Ryan. “Any friend of Kari’s is welcome at our bible study.” Ryan shook Chance’s hand and opened his mouth to reply, but before he could Chance turned his attention back onto Kari. “I’m glad to see that you weren’t hurt by any of the rioters last night.”
Kari nodded her head. “Me too. It’s crazy to think that something like that could happen in our city. I’m really glad that the police were ready for it and able to keep things from getting worse than they did.”
Ryan cleared his throat. “I believe that the Super Morpher had something to do with the outcome as well.” Kari and Chance weren’t paying any attention to Ryan however, and were in fact walking ahead of him toward a blue house. Ryan stalked after them while muttering under his breath.
Ryan’s mood brightened after he followed Kari and Chance through the front door and saw a small table set up with snacks covering it. There were cookies, brownies, a platter with slices of cheese and sausage stacked on it, bowls of chips in three different flavors with two different styles of dip, and a bowl of mixed nuts. Ryan gave Kari one last glance and decided to go and grab some snacks.
Ryan was loading a paper plate up with goodies from the table, when two smiling guys approached him. One of them, wearing a blue flannel shirt, held out his hand. “Welcome to my home, my name is Troy. I haven’t seen you at one of these studies before, which church do you go to?”
Ryan swallowed the rest of the brownie that was in his mouth and accepted Troy’s hand. “I’m Ryan, and I don’t go to church.”
Another man frowned and chuckled awkwardly. “You must be new in the area then. How long have you been a believer?”
Ryan shook his head. “I’m not a believer. Kari is trying to convert me though. I’m here with her tonight.”
Troy smiled. “Well, I’m glad that you joined us tonight. I hope that you enjoy tonight’s study. If you have any questions afterward, I’d be happy to help you try to understand.”
Troy and the other man moved to a different group of people and started chatting with them excitedly. Ryan frowned and shook his head, and went back to his snacks.
Ten minutes later Troy cleared his throat and said, “I think we’re going to get started. If you want any snacks grab them quick and then head down to the basement.”
Ryan stood up and made his way to the basement behind the others. A ring of chairs, stools, and couches was set up in the basement, and Ryan smiled when he saw a spot on one of the couches available next to Kari. Kari smiled at Ryan, and he smiled back. It was worth it to have been ignored since they got there for one of her smiles. Ryan’s smile quickly turned into a yawn, which he covered up with a hand. He hadn’t slept very well on that park bench, and he still felt drained from whatever had happened when he absorbed that fire.
Troy sat down on one of the stools and said, “I’d like us to open with a word of prayer. Everyone please close your eyes and bow your heads.” Ryan gladly closed his eyes and tilted his head forward. Troy continued, “Father, I ask that you would be with us tonight and reveal yourself though the book of Romans. We are grateful that you brought Ryan here to be with us tonight, and that he is here for a purpose.” Ryan fought to stay awake, but sleep called to him and he finally gave in and drifted off. He started snoring and everyone looked at him. Kari blushed as her face contorted in horror.
An hour later Kari stormed out of Troy’s home and Ryan followed after her. “I’m sorry, Kari! I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Kari turned and glared at Ryan. “If you weren’t interested in learning anything tonight, why did you agree to come along in the first place?”
Ryan shook his head. “That’s not what happened! I tried to stay awake, I really did! I’ve been under a lot of stress lately because Jordan was kidnapped yesterday and our dorm was destroyed. I didn’t get any sleep last night, and when he asked us to close our eyes, I sort of lost the fight to stay awake. Sorry.”
Kari’s glare melted away and was replaced with sympathy. “Oh, Ryan. I’m so sorry to hear that. Is Jordan okay?”
Ryan nodded his head. “Yeah, he’s fine. The police found him, but they are holding him until they are sure that whoever did this isn’t going to be coming after him again.”
Kari sighed. “I’m glad that he’s okay. I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’ll be praying for the two of you. We can give this a try again next week if you want.”
Ryan smiled. “That would be great. How about we go and get something to eat and you can tell me about what I missed when I fell asleep?”
Kari shook her head. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. It sounds like you need some sleep. I’ll see you around campus, Ryan.”
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