Chapter 37

The bleached-blond punk suddenly jerked awake, stumbled to his feet, and whipped out a fruit knife, charging at them like a lunatic. The robot dog was compact and packed with features, but that came at a cost—its tranquilizer darts only worked for about five minutes tops. So, during that brief moment Megan and the others were talking, the bleached-blond punk had already come to. He made a beeline for Megan and Amelia. Just as he was about to reach them, Megan was yanked to the side into a warm embrace, while Amelia got shoved to the ground. The bleached-blond punk missed his mark and staggered forward, blinking rapidly, trying to keep his focus. Then, he turned and lunged at Megan again. Samuel let go of Megan, raised his leg, and cleanly kicked the fruit knife out of The bleached-blond punk's hand. Without even pausing, he landed a hard punch to the guy's face, knocking him out cold. He turned to Megan. "You okay?" Megan shook her head. Honestly, she was a little thrown off by what ju