“Huh,” I struggled to come up with some way to deny it. What exactly had we said? Haley had mentioned Storm King. That linked us directly to the Heroes League without question. Plus everyone knew Travis was Haley’s older brother, and she had to have heard him if she heard Haley.
Well, maybe I’d gotten lucky and she’d missed that part?
“You’re with the Heroes League?” She said slowly. She stopped walking, and so did I.
I checked around us—again, seeing only the porch lights of the houses around us, the streetlights, and campus directly ahead. If someone were around, I couldn’t see them.
Given the powers of people I knew, that meant nothing. Continue reading What She Asked For: Part 6
I answered. “Hey, how’s it going?”
Haley’s voice came over the phone. “He’s moving. He left the house just after you did, but not before we sent in the roachbots.”
The sound of a car’s engine roared in the background, and Haley talked over the noise—but not to me.
“He turned left! Don’t let him go!”
Travis, her older brother said, “I know! Let me drive, dammit.” Continue reading What She Asked For: Part 5
Despite my anxiety, I understood how the Nine had failed to find her. The girl in the picture resembled Cassie the way a picture might if, hypothetically speaking, they didn’t have any idea what Cassie looked like, and instead had to resort to gender-flipping an exact clone of her father in Photoshop.
Cassie could thank Dr. Mind, and splices of DNA from unknown (possibly alien) donors for not having a cleft chin, for lighter blond hair than her dad, and other small details that made her not quite the same.
Of course, we were all still wondering what else he’d hidden inside her.
Continue reading What She Asked For: Part 4
On Thursday night, Courtney and I walked up to a house near campus. A brown two-story, it had to be around a century old.
The lawn hadn’t been mowed in the last few weeks. The bushes in front of the houses hadn’t been clipped either, and had grown high enough that they partially blocked the windows.
Courtney knocked on the front door, and a college-aged guy opened it. Square jawed with obvious muscles showing through his t-shirt, he fit every stereotype I had about football players.
Of course, I had no reason to believe he actually was a football player, so every part of the stereotype but that.
Courtney smiled uncertainly, and said, “I’m looking for Davis?” Continue reading What She Asked For: Part 3
“Really? How?” And also, I should have said, “What? What did you figure out?”
“I don’t think I should talk about it on the phone.” She sounded a little nervous.
“OK,” I said. That seemed a little paranoid, but honestly, given that Isaac said we were all being watched, it wouldn’t surprise me if the FBI were bugging our phones.
Not that she would know that, right?
“Can we meet now?” Continue reading What She Asked For: Part 2
There were other people to ask, or so I learned on Sunday night. Haley wasn’t mad exactly, but she wasn’t happy either.
“There’s me, and Marcus, and Kayla too. She’s staff, but she’s still part of the team.”
We were in League HQ, but not the main room. After getting back around seven, I’d gone to the lab to recheck the modifications I’d made to the main Rocket suit over the summer, and then start looking over our power impregnator.
Someday soon, I’d have to modify the spare suits, but not tonight.
Continue reading What She Asked For: Part 1