Strike 2: Dawn of the Daybreaker Read Online Free PDF

rooftop entrance of the Boston Police Department headquarters. The grey-haired superhero was wearing his usual long, red coat, his black boots, and his quiver of arrows on his back. As he adjusted his glasses, he looked down and checked his watch.
    “Teenagers,” he said with a grumble.
    Finally, the door opened, and Tobin and Scatterbolt walked into the police station from the rooftop outside. Tobin was dressed as Strike.
    “About time you got here,” Orion said. “What took you so long?”
    “I was, uh, helping him with his homework,” Scatterbolt replied.
    “Yeah, that’s right,” Tobin agreed. “Homework.”
    “Sure,” Orion said, rolling his eyes. “Uh-huh. Yeah.” The old man led the boy and the robot toward a stairway. “C’mon, Randy has something to show us.”
    After opening the door to the police station morgue, Orion, Strike, and Scatterbolt walked into the dark, metallic-walled room. Keplar was waiting for them there, along with Officer Randy Norris of the Boston police department. Seven months ago, when Strike had first begun fighting crime in Boston and its surrounding cities, most of the police officers in the area had looked at the hero as a threat. Some, however, had seen that the mysterious, masked vigilante could be a great help to them, and, if they worked together, the city of Boston could be safer than it had ever been. Luckily, Officer Randy Norris was one of the cops who saw Strike as an ally: for months now, he had been helping Strike and his friends from Capricious, and in return they had helped him solve many cases of his own. For the forty-two-year-old veteran policeman, it was a little strange to be dealing with a masked teenager, a talking dog, a miniature robot, and a superhero that appeared to be older than his father, but Officer Norris was almost starting to get used to it. Almost.
    “The chief would kill me if he knew I called you guys about this,” Officer Norris said, as he led the group through the morgue, “but hell, we don’t know what to do with it. I thought it’d be more of the type of thing you guys would be used to.”
    Officer Norris opened one of the morgue draws; there was a dead body lying on it, covered with a sheet.
    “We were getting reports of all kinds of weird stuff from people down at the fishing ports,” Officer Norris said. “People’s stuff getting stolen, fisherman saying something was eating whatever they caught, sightings of weird stuff under the docks. So last night we went down there and got into a fight with this guy.”
    Officer Norris whipped the sheet off the gurney, revealing the dead body underneath. It was a man of average height, about thirty-five years old, with dark hair. His skin and lips were blue, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
    “So the guy could use some sun,” Keplar said. “So what?”
    “Look closer,” Officer Norris said, pointing to the man’s neck.
    Orion leaned in and carefully moved the dead man’s head to one side.
    “This man has gills,” Orion explained.
    “What the hell…?” Strike wondered, looking closer. He could see them, too: there were four slits on either side of the man’s neck, a few inches under his ears.
    “Why would he have gills?” Scatterbolt asked.
    “That’s not all,” Officer Norris said. “Watch this.”
    Officer Norris reached to a nearby table, grabbed a pitcher of water, and dumped it onto the dead man’s body. The man’s skin suddenly turned green, he grew slimy scales, his eyes bulged out and moved to the sides of his head, and his nose disappeared. His hair also fell off, shortly before being replaced by a dorsal fin that ran down his neck.
    “Whoa,” Scatterbolt said, his eyes wide.
    “I thought I smelt something when I came in here,” Keplar said. “I just thought it was Randy.”
    “Ha ha, very funny,” Officer Norris replied. “So you guys know what it might be?”
    “Umm…Tuna-Man?” Strike offered.
    “The Amazing Goldfish?” Keplar