Sydney frowned, “You’ve checked them out, right? I mean, we spent our whole childhood with Dad telling us about people who wanted us for our powers. You checked and made sure it’s not connected to the Cabal.”
Camille pursed her lips, glancing over at Sydney, and then back to Sean, not saying anything.
She never seemed to stop talking normally, but Sean knew why. Even if she hadn’t grown up with them, her mother had been part of the same group as his dad. She’d known that she could be snatched away and murdered or brainwashed from childhood. Continue reading The Power: Part 5
Sydney had been looking back at Camille, but in response to Camille’s question, she turned to look past the closet next to the door and into the main room.
Tall and thin with long blond hair and pale skin, anyone who saw Sydney with Sean assumed that they were brother and sister. Sean knew this. Seeing Camille with Sydney made him wonder how he’d ever missed that Camille was also his sister.
Even though Camille had long, dark brown hair and tan skin, courtesy of her mother, her face had the same oblong shape and lips as Sean and Sydney. Her height was only a little shorter than Sydney’s.
He could see an echo of his father’s face in both of theirs. It wasn’t the only way his father had disappointed him, but that wasn’t Camille’s fault. Continue reading The Power: Part 4
“No problem, I’ll watch for it,” Vaughn said. “The thing is about business is that it’s all about people in the end. Get in bed with the wrong people and you get crabs or something. I mean, seriously, Uncle Russ made a deal with the Nine and he’s going to be paying for it for a long time even if he doesn’t go to jail.”
Ignoring the cascade of memories of Russell Hardwick and his father, Sean said, “Yeah. I’ll keep it in mind. I don’t want crabs.”
Vaughn laughed and after a little while they hung up. Continue reading The Power: Part 3
“How’d that work out?” Sean thought back to his own experiences fighting a dragon and an entity called The Thing That Eats. He could do without more of it.
Vaughn laughed, “I helped but not maybe not in the way they were expecting. We both controlled the weather and there we were evenly matched, but it’s not like the guy was alone. There were a bunch of nature spirits and the Dread Knights… You probably haven’t heard of them, but they’re scary. My team, Cerebus, I mean, had fought them before so they could keep them under control, but that left me going mano a mano with the weather guy—“ Continue reading The Power: Part 2
Sean Drucker stepped out of the Uber in front of the building. He didn’t know the place. He’d never been there in his life, but now it was all the home he had in Grand Lake.
At least six stories tall and red brick, it looked like a big rectangular block with a smokestack—like the factory it must have once been. Now a bronze metallic sign identified it as Cityview Luxury Condominiums. Continue reading The Power: Part 1
It didn’t take long before we reentered the conference room. It was a straight shot down the hall, after all. As we stepped inside, V8 was saying, “Unless any of you have something you’d like to add, all we’re waiting for is Working Man and V4.”
That’s the moment when Working Man opened the door. V8 turned to him, saying, “I was just about to end the meeting. Do you have anything you want to say?”
Working Man shook his head, “I’ll talk to Blue Mask in a moment, but everything’s fine. I’m happy with the work that everyone’s done. You’re all free to go.” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 66
Sitting there, I still felt everything I’d been feeling before he’d told me this was a test and I’d passed. My stomach still turned and my heart may have slowed a little, but I could still feel it beating. I didn’t know what to do with my arms.
It wasn’t as if I needed to punch someone, but it didn’t feel right to place them on the arms of the chair. I didn’t know what would feel right, but up in a blocking position was the first thought that came to mind. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 65
That didn’t stop me from continuing to talk, “Look, you literally weren’t available to answer questions and it was deliberate. You had the technology to contact us even if all you did was send a short text. I know this. I made it. In fact, I’ve been in situations this bad without losing contact with my team. Sometimes I’ve ignored them long enough to get out of a bad situation, but you were unavailable for hours. And I’ve got the experience to know when I’m out of my depth. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 64
Mateo shook his head, “We didn’t follow them. We’d fought all the way up the tower, destroyed I don’t know how many vampires by then, and they were fresh. Offering them a way out kept everyone alive.”
Chin jutting forward, Working Man said, “Including them. They’re monsters that live off of humans. They literally took over the city’s police department and influenced the local media to keep it quiet as they had the police lay siege to Unity’s base. That’s a significant level of power to let loose in this city. What’s to stop them from starting up where they left off?” Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 63
Amy landed next to me as Samita and Vincent got off my bike and I pushed it into the “garage” off of the elevator circle in the middle. In my peripheral vision, I saw that Rod had slid off Mateo’s and that Mateo was pushing his bike over as well.
Working Man waved everyone down the hall, “Conference room.”
Counting the people in my head, I stifled a groan. The conference room held six people on a good day and four comfortably. There were seven of us. Vincent wasn’t quite human-sized, but he wasn’t much smaller.
This was going to suck. Continue reading Motor City Intern: Part 62