Images of Rook’s base, the glow of the jet’s dashboard during our flights, and the earlier fight with Rook’s people blurred inside my head.
Daniel gave me a mental poke. Nick, talk.
“Just kind of out. Uh… This is Daniel, a friend of mine for years. You’ve met Haley, and probably Cassie…”
He nodded, which was good, because I wasn’t sure I had introduced him to Cassie.
I indicated Izzy with my hand. “This is Izzy. She’s visiting from California. Uh…”
I’d looked at her, realizing that she was wearing the same black and blue exercise clothes she’d worn during the fight. The only difference was that instead of wearing a mask, she was wearing glasses. Continue reading Picking Up Pieces: Part 7
I felt a flash of uncertainty that turned into an uncomfortable feeling.
Daniel’s words floated into my head. I don’t like our options. We can either trust her, or I can blur her memories a little.
I think you’d have to do more than blur her memories a little. She was in the van when Rook attacked, and she changed into a spare League suit. Plus she went with Vaughn and Travis to Haley’s cousin. You remember the doctor? You’d have to edit her whole night.
My memories of the night—starting with when Courtney and I went to the house—flashed through my head. I knew I wasn’t doing it.
That’s worse than I thought. His frustration washed over me. I’d have to wipe the whole night after you started walking away from the house. Continue reading Picking Up Pieces: Part 6
Flick threw a ball into the main group of heavy bird bots as they began to run across the floor toward us.
The ball punctured the bird bot’s chest, coming out the other side, and continuing through each bot behind it.
I’d never known for sure what her power was, but it had something to do with controlling mass and momentum. I’d heard that there were very specific rules about how it worked, but I’d never seen her in action, so I didn’t know what they were. Continue reading Breaking & Entering: Part 12
I digested that information in my head, and said, “I think the two of you should get out. Neither of you are immune to nerve gas, right?”
Jaclyn shook her head. Izzy looked down at me, asking, “But what about you?”
“The suit’s air tight, and the original Rocket fought gas using villains in the 80’s. Actually, he fought Dr. Madness as far back as the 50’s. So the suit should be able to handle it.”
“Should?” Jaclyn raised an eyebrow, and looked steadily at me.
“Will,” I said. Continue reading Breaking & Entering: Part 3
“Don’t move, or we’ll shoot!” Some kind of gun hung under each forearm of the lead guy—just like they’d hung under the forearms of Grandpa’s armor during World War 2.
On the one hand that could be a fanboy thing—Rook had said he’d admired Grandpa. On the other, it could just be more convenient.
The robot birds hovered near the top of hall, staying between us and them.
Filtering out the wings’ flapping, the Rocket suit’s newly enhanced ability to amplify sound turned noise into speech.
A tenor voice with a Midwestern accent said, “Teenaged girls? I’m shaking in my boots.” Continue reading Breaking & Entering: Part 2
Jaclyn punched too quickly for me to see her arm move, but the dome dented. She struck a second time as I registered the dent, and that time her hand went through.
She put both hands into the hole, and pulled back, tearing the roof like I might tear fabric.
I thought about reaching in to help, but I didn’t get the chance. Izzy reached in and tore it from the other side.
In seconds, they’d ripped a hole large enough for all three of us to jump through at the same time.
Izzy stared down into the gap, undoubtedly listening.
“They heard the roof tear, and they heard the jet. They’re sending people up.” Continue reading Breaking & Entering: Part 1
“Oh,” I said, looking over the instrument panel in preparation for take off, “by the way, we’re thinking that they’ve got psi-blocking devices all over.”
Alex said, “Well, that screws us over big time.”
“Yeah, we’re hoping to take them out, but if we’re lucky we won’t need to. Our first group’s got a good chance of getting Captain Commando out by themselves.”
“Good, because without teleporting, we’re not going to be much help. No one here can fly.”
So if we got in trouble, and couldn’t take out the psi-blockers, anyone coming to help us would have to do it the hard way. Continue reading Here We Come: Part 6
Well, the gun shouldn’t become a problem, I told myself, not if Cassie’s around to control it.
On the other hand, I thought, you could argue that it might be even less of a problem if Cassie and every one of us completely ignored it forever. In fact, thinking about it abstractly, you could argue that Cassie’s very existence was a problem. If (as government scientists suspected) spliced in DNA caused the Abominator citizen’s mark to be written as a structure in her brain, reverse engineering it would open up the possibility of humans using truly horrible technologies.
Plus, what if aliens wanted it too for some reason? If anybody, they ought to have access to Abominator technology and the ability to remake it, right? On the other hand, Grandpa had implied that outside of their appearance on Earth, the Abominators had been gone for a while.
Then I remembered that Bullet said that the Nine had been infiltrated by aliens. Continue reading Here We Come: Part 4
We let the telepathic connection lapse, and I concentrated on flying. Specifically, I thought about the route, and whether I ought to be getting special permission. The signal had come from Canada.
Theoretically dropping by without warning could cause an international incident.
Of course, Canada got along with the US pretty well. It wasn’t as if we were going to fly into North Korea, for example.
Still, Canada had its own supers as well as an air force, and I didn’t want to run into either of them.
Continue reading Here We Come: Part 2
Bits of light sparkled around the end of the barrel. I waited to see if it did it again. It didn’t.
Good. Then I didn’t have to put it back in the locker.
I put on a little speed, and joined everyone else by the jet. Haley had touched the door, and it opened, lowering to the ground, and altering to become a short stairway.
Sean looked down at the gun and said, “What’s that? You looked like you were talking to it.”
Not even waiting for me to answer, he reached out to take it.
Continue reading Ready or Not: Part 6