Travis gave a snort. “No, but if we’re going to expand, we’re going to need a system for it. My frat has one. No reason our team shouldn’t.”
He frowned. “If nothing else, it might help to have something to point to when we say no to that guy. I’ve got a feeling he’s going to get pissy.”
Outside, Kid Biohack paused to talk to the small group of people gathered on the sidewalk, most of whom were carrying cameras. When had they arrived? How had they even known we were here?
Even as I asked the question, I knew the answer. We’d participated in a public fight. The police had been called. If the press wanted to talk to us where would they go? Here or the real headquarters (which they shouldn’t have any way to know about)?
As the photographers’ flashes went off, Kid Biohack stepped into the road and ran away, taking only seconds to match the speed of traffic. Continue reading Everybody’s Got One: Part 1
Kid Biohack’s right hand twitched, but despite what I expected, he didn’t blow up at Travis. He smiled and said, “I know that wasn’t the ideal introduction, but it’s not entirely my fault. My powers make me a little impulsive sometimes. I’m sure some of you have the same problem.”
He smiled at Haley. She didn’t smile back.
“I don’t know how it is for you,” he continued, “but my muscles and tissues respond to chemicals my body secretes, allowing me to make myself faster, stronger, tougher and more agile. No one’s found a limit as to how far I can push them. It’s all a matter of controlling my body to create the right combination of chemicals. People even write into my website to suggest ideas.”
I felt my eyebrow rise, and wondered if he saw any hint of that through my mask.”You’re pretty open about how that works.” Continue reading Hackjob: Part 11
Kayla got back to me almost immediately. “If you don’t have any reason for him to be in custody, they want you to release him, but they also want to talk to you tomorrow–all of you.”
“Did they say why?”
In the background of Kayla’s connection came the sound of tapping. “Not exactly, but they sounded unhappy about a few different things–the damage at the fight, that Kid Biohack never notified them he was going to be active here, and well, I overheard a lot about the Syndicate L guy Biohack was chasing. His name is Seth Bradley, and I looked him up. He’s got quite a record. He’s been suspected of murder a few times over, but there’s never been enough evidence to connect him to the crime.”
Floating above the ground, he didn’t seem especially intimidating, but murder? If he mostly fought normal people, he could rack up a high body count completely accidentally. The fact that he hadn’t gotten caught argued that it wasn’t accidental, though. Continue reading Hackjob: Part 10
“But,” Haley continued, looking up at the man, “my guess would be that they may have threatened his family, but he doesn’t think they’d really go after them. They mostly threatened him.”
His eyes zeroed in on her. “That’s not true.” At the same time, Haley and Travis both said, “He’s lying.”
Then they both laughed. It didn’t seem that funny. I wondered how much of it was a family thing.
The man grimaced, and looked toward the front door. I didn’t think he could possibly have a realistic escape plan, but I tensed anyway. Continue reading Hackjob: Part 9
When the door opened, we followed a ramp down into the lower level and into the garage.
It didn’t look much different than it used to (even if it was bigger), or much different than any underground parking area in the world–concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. The one major difference from most parking garages was fairly easy to notice.
Kid Biohack stopped to stare at one of the corners. “Is that a fireman’s pole?” Continue reading Hackjob: Part 8
Next to me, Haley kept her voice low, asking, “Is he still recording?”
I checked the dashboard. Now entirely a digital display, it included more than your average van. I checked the corner where it listed all the users of its local LAN. Kid Biohack wasn’t on the list even though he was listed in grey with a question mark next to his name.
“No,” I said. “To discourage bugs, I set up the van so that signals can’t get out unless they’re connected to the local LAN. His system is set up with standard cape protocols. It’s asking for permission, but I’m not giving it access.”
In the main area of the van, Kid Biohack looked at Travis and smiled. “I tracked him down. He’s connected to your string of armored car robberies.” Continue reading Hackjob: Part 7
I thought I ought to let people know that I’ve created a Legion of Nothing Patreon account. In case you don’t know, Patreon is a business that allows people to support creators they like by pledging an amount on a monthly basis.
I’ve been putting off doing this until I get everything finished with all the Kickstarter awards including Book 3, but I decided that it would be wiser to put it up.
Basically, I didn’t want to overwhelm myself. There’s no way I’m going to be putting up extra updates based on donation totals when I’m still working on fulfilling the Kickstarter.
Thus, for now, I’m putting it up, but I’m making it easy on myself and not promising much. When I’ve got everything related to the Kickstarter taken care of, I’ll get serious about Patreon.
Travis eyed Kid Biohack. “We need to talk.”
Swallowing, Kid Biohack said, “Uh-huh.”
Travis let him down to the road, and let go of his throat, but not his arm. Kid Biohack stared up at Travis with an expression that made it obvious that he probably didn’t actually want to talk as much as he wanted to be somewhere else.
“Rocket,” Travis asked, “can you get us a vehicle?” Continue reading Hackjob: Part 6
Whatever else could be said of Kid Biohack, his reflexes were freakish. I came out of my dive roughly twenty feet behind him, close enough to see the guy he was chasing with my helmet’s composite night vision.
The stride of Kid Biohack’s target was amazing. He was taking twenty feet at a step, and not because of exceptionally long legs. It was all strength. That was how Jaclyn ran. He simply wasn’t as fast. More interesting, Kid Biohack was keeping up the same way. Continue reading Hackjob: Part 5
I should have written this last Friday, but I was waiting for the person who should have written a Legion of Nothing post to send me something. Unfortunately, it appears that that person stopped writing his serial without telling any of the serial writers in the swap.
This is unfortunate as Billy Higgins Peery was supposed to write for him, but didn’t get the chance.
So anyway, I thought I’d belatedly link to the swap list: http://forums.webfictionguide.com/topic/2016-april-fools-master-list
Also, the serial I wrote for: https://jaysonagonistes.wordpress.com/2016/03/31/chapter-ix-the-true-power/
And for that matter, Billy Higgins Peery’s serial because… Well, why not? https://megapulp.wordpress.com/a-bad-idea/