Blood and Fyre, Part 1

“Okay…” Sam stumbled to his knees. “I need a minute to—”

Thunder had the good sense to pull away from him before Sam sprayed his breakfast on the concrete.

“You know, if we’re going to continue being partners, you really should learn to get used to riding the lightning,” she mused. “Either that or you learn how to fly on your own.”

“I’m…” Sam was hit by another bout of vertigo, forcing him to gag some more. “…Working on it.”

He got up on shaky legs and wiped the spit from his mouth with the back of his hand before he could focus on their new surroundings.

“Is this the place?” Sam asked.

Thunder nodded. “Warehouse Thirteen on West 48th Street in Hell’s Kitchen. This is it.”

They were both staring up at the large warehouse’s red brick façade. It must have been five stories tall and wide enough to fill most of the block.

“Think they know we’re coming?” he asked.