18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 377

Brandon wolfed down two bowls of spaghetti, the carbs filling him up enough to regain a semblance of dignity. Gone was the ravenous beast; in its place, a gentleman with poise. But the fire in his voice remained, "Sis, I caught a car thief."

Stella almost choked on her pasta, coughing violently. "Cough... cough cough..." she sputtered, barely managing to swallow.

Ungrateful punk, she thought. She'd even given him back half the meds, yet he was still hung up on the car. Nine years, and he still wouldn't let it go!

She was so close to smashing her bowl over his head. If not for the three souped-up Mustangs, she wouldn't have even considered giving back those meds.

But she forced a smile, masking her irritation. "Really? Who was it?"

"He got away," Brandon muttered between bites, "but if I get my hands on those jerks, I'll drink their blood and feast on their flesh. I'll chop off their heads and use them as soccer balls!"

Stella had enough, her tone turning icy. "Cars like that aren't unique, and who's to say it was yours?"

"I'd recognize that car even if it were ashes," Brandon shot back, burning with indignation. "Sure, there are more worldwide, but only one in the country!"

Stella wanted to slap him. "And how do you know it's the only one in the country?"

"My cousin handled the paperwork, it was the first one here."

Stella rolled her eyes. "Your cousin's a nutcase, taking meds daily. You believe everything he says?"

Brandon was steadfast. "He might be sick, but he wouldn't lie about

Stella's growing frustration, Jasper chimed in. "Maybe it was smuggled in, or the paperwork wasn't processed yet. Predators are armored vehicles; the military might have them, and their records are top secret, beyond your cousin's reach." Brandon paused, considering the logic but still felt the

twisted the knife. "Oh, you're so capable. How come you're

and conscience had run dry. If not for old

he couldn't finish his spaghetti. "Yeah, I'm a waste of space without

end, he was just a second-generation rich kid, living off his father's name. His

pity. "Even if you got the car back, could you

bled.

you're strong enough, jets and cannons will be

limits. He had arrived full of confidence, only to

Jasper asked, "What's your

and a regular job was out of the question. Scavenging seemed the only

their lives for scrap metal. He'd played dead during

to buy jets and yachts without blinking, and

him laugh, but soon tears followed. How humiliating, crying in front of

a tycoon's son, he wasn't immune to harsh realities.

wanted to give up, but his father's words kept him going. He lived for the

he asked, "Stella, what should I

was in her Arcadia.

swore this was the last time. If he ever brought up the car again, she'd chop

labor isn't your thing. Let Jasper show you a few tricks to pass the military exams. Becoming a fireseed operative is your best shot against the cataclysm. Shane