Young Justice Season Three 소설 & 이야기

I take a bite of burrito before I answer, mostly to stop myself from talking too fast. “Yeah. I think we achieved our parameters, and it was great getting to work as part of a team.” I still can’t keep the smile off my face. “How are you three getting on? Have you completed the course now?” Morgan’s proud smile is infectious. “I have. Jed and Liam are going into what’s hopefully their final day of Stage Three today.” “It’s fucking awful,” Liam says, his face scrunched up. I laugh. “Tell me about it. I did Three and Three B, as well as extra interrogation training with Nicholson and Blake.”

Just when I think I've finally gained the upper hand in a situation, Vincent throws me for a loop. "A trip? Where? How long?" I leave out the part of demanding to know if we'd be driving. Puking on Vincent Valiant could be the highlight of my week. He rests his hand on my shoulder and squeezes. "Pack enough for three days." "Three days where?" There's a big fucking difference between attire for Alaska versus Florida. Vincent turns and walks back to the elevator, leaving me alone in the garage without answering my question. Ugh. How did getting a car turn into me mad at him?

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

until I heard a masculine grunt and looked up. While I was having my "Street Fighter" moment, Josh was single-handedly holding court against three well built bullies with guns. While he was landing a left-handed punch against one, another came behind him and wrapped an arm around his neck, as a third guy stepped back to land a solid kick into his gut. Oh hell no. Lifting a nearby chair, I slammed it over goon #3 head as his leg was lifted to land another kick. Losing his balance, he fell to the ground, hitting his head with a solid thwack.