Chapter 242

"Are you all right?" Dr. Gelman said.

"Fabulous. Gotta go." There'd be no help for what I'd done, but I could fix what was broken.

Unless Ro and Drio, sparring in the Vault, killed each other first.

They'd left the door open. We had an air conditioning system that did a pretty good job keeping the sweat stink at bay, but they'd propped open the door because it was steamy in there. I stayed in the shadows of the hallway.

Ro, wearing gi bottoms and a T-shirt, swung a thin curved blade mounted at the end of a long iron pole at Drio's head. His pecs tensed and flexed with the movement.

The pole whistled over Drio, who'd flattened himself backward before springing back to his feet, a similar weapon at the ready. Drio's gi bottoms encased his rock-hard thighs and his bare chest gleamed with sweat. Dude was so ripped, his six-pack had a six-pack. In a flash, he was behind Ro, his blade arcing toward Rohan with a hard whoosh.