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Graduation: Part 5

I called the police. Then we put our costumes on, and went to investigate.

The cops seemed to find the idea of superheroes calling the police about a dead body more funny than I did, but they  did finally identify the guy. He was a homeless person who lived downtown, bouncing between the city’s homeless shelters.

We told them about Prime. Continue reading Graduation: Part 5

Counterattack: Part 10

Vaughn, Marcus, and Daniel, each of them too tired to fly, ended up riding in the back of Night Wolf’s car with Travis and Haley.

With the Rocket suit’s computer down, I didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of flying either, so I ran back to HQ. Jaclyn ran with me, making sure I made it. Even with many systems down, the suit still did most of the work, so I was okay. Besides, I’d rested a little while other people talked to police and reporters.

Taking off the suit turned out to be a near impossible without help. Systems that were supposed to unlock the armor’s sections wouldn’t release their hold.
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Counterattack: Part 9

“Accelerando,” I said, “They’ve got people on top of the Meijers.”

“Go,” Jaclyn said. “Night Wolf, Ghost, let’s head over there.”

I didn’t wait to see what happened. I shot across the road, weaving to make myself a less of a target, and keeping low.

The parking lot passed in blur of dark cars.
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Counterattack: Part 8

According to Lee, anyone who chooses to fight you has a reason to think they’ll win. They may not be right, but they’ve got a reason, and the sooner you know it, the better.

I had no idea why they thought they could beat us.

Granted, we were supposedly there to talk, but what were the chances of that?
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Counterattack: Part 7

After the attack of the week before, we’d made the patrols less obvious. No more swinging through the streets, or even flying low for Vaughn and Daniel. We concentrated on stealth, or at least on keeping a low profile.

We didn’t see any more snipers.

They’d apparently decided to go for another method of attack — and so had we.
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Counterattack: Part 2

The stealth suit didn’t have as much hardware in it as the regular Rocket suit, but it could sense damage. The damage readouts showed a “2” in red.

“2” meant that at least one bullet had passed the jacket’s outer layer, and into the inner gel layer, but had stopped before going through the layer I could wear under clothes. Passing through that layer would have been a “3.”

A “3” meant that I would be visiting the hospital soon, if I were lucky.
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Counterattack: Part 1

I don’t remember exactly who made the patrol schedule, but whoever it was never scheduled Haley and I on the same night.

I asked Cassie about it one night, and she’d said they tried to match people’s movement styles, like putting people who could fly together, for example. “And also,” she’d said, “We want you to patrol instead of making out in the car.”
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