I finished it last night and revised it a little this morning. You can look forward to finding three new characters, but still no cast page. Maybe I’ll get more done on that this weekend…
Two of Night Wolf’s grandchildren came in through one of the tunnel entrances.
Daniel turned around and checked his cell phone. “You’re on time. Hi Travis.”
Travis held the metal door open, waiting for a moment as his sister Haley stepped through. He closed it as casually as I do when I’m wearing the suit. Travis stood about six foot eight and had the musculature of a body builder.
Haley was a foot and a half shorter.
Both of them wore dark gray costumes modeled on their grandfather’s and had the same black hair.
It amused me. Night Wolf’s whole shtick was being a nocturnal predator. He would step out of the darkness and lay them on the ground before anyone knew he was there.
I found it hard to imagine darkness big enough for Travis to hide in. By contrast, Haley could definitely hide, but being barely over five feet tall, how hard she could hit?
As Travis started to talk to Daniel and Cassie stepped over to Haley , I remarked to Jaclyn, “We’ve only got Marcus and Vaughn to go. And Marcus is in the tunnels.”
“Where’s Vaughn?” Jaclyn said.
“I’ve no idea. He hasn’t been in school since Tuesday so that’s two… no, three days. He was looking really tired after the uh… incident. So he’s probably at home.”
I’d called his house (his parents still hadn’t given him back his cell phone), but only got his mom. She’d told me he was sleeping, and, she may have been telling the truth. Cassie had said she’d try to talk to him in person, but she’d never told me if she had.
“Well,” Jaclyn said, “I’m not running this, but if I were, I’d say let’s start the second Marcus steps inside. Like how about now?”
“Is Marcus here already?” I checked the monitor. The tunnels were empty.
“Behind you,” Marcus said.
Marcus was the son of one of Jaclyn’s aunts and one of Travis and Haley’s uncles—which made him the grandson of both C/Hotfoot and Night Wolf.
I turned around.
Marcus was about my height, had curly hair, light brown skin and wore black sweats.
“I know Daniel said we should come in costume, but I don’t have a costume. So I came in this…” He waved his hand toward his body.
“Fine with me,” I said.
Daniel was the one who’d thought costumes were a good idea. “People need to see things,” he’d said. “If we get them into costume, putting together a team will be easier to imagine.”
All I cared about was that people came through the secret entrances so they wouldn’t be seen. We’d discussed it Tuesday night in a seemingly endless three way instant messaging session. Getting together tonight was step one of the plan.
While Marcus and Jaclyn talked, I leaned over and tapped Cassie on the shoulder. “Did you ever talk to Vaughn?”
“A little,” Cassie said, stepping away from Haley, Travis and Daniel. “It went wrong. All wrong.”
“You know how Vaughn’s parents have decided to protect him from ever doing anything wrong again and took away his cell phone and his bank account and his car?”
Cassie sat down on the command console next to the monitor I’d been sitting in front of.
“I called Vaughn’s house and got his mom on Tuesday night—you know, just to see if he was available tonight and his mom answered. I left a message to call me, but he didn’t. So I called back on Thursday and his mom answered again. Only this time she told me I was a bad influence and not to call back. Then she hung up on me. Seriously, what the hell is going on with that?”
Cassie rolled her eyes and then grinned at me. Everyone else had stopped talking.
“I’m standing there with my phone in my hand and I’m pissed. I did drop him off after a party once last year, but it’s not like I made him get drunk. I took away his keys that night. And anyway, all I wanted was for him to answer one very simple question. So, screw it, I decided, I’m breaking into Fortress Mom.”
“Uh… wow,” I said.
“I grabbed one of Dad’s old utility belts and drove over. I jumped over the fence and then went to the side of the house where Vaughn’s room is—except his room is on the second story. So I threw up the grappling hook and it caught. After that it was easy. I just crawled up the side of the house.”
I glanced over at Daniel. He had an extremely blank facial expression.
Cassie continued, “I knocked on Vaughn’s window and you should have seen the look on his face. He opened it and I’m hanging there on a rope. I started to tell him about the meeting while I was stepping inside, but we didn’t get very far. His mom opened the bedroom door and started shouting at me. I jumped out the window, yanked the grappling hook until I dislodged it and ran back to the car.”
“I may have missed it,” I said, “but is Vaughn coming or not?”
“I told him about the meeting,” Cassie said, “but your guess is as good as mine.”
6 thoughts on “Gathering: Part 3”
Being a Mom myself, I can sort of see Vaughn’s mom’s point of view. However, someone who takes away his keys, doesn’t let him drive drunk, and sees that he gets home safely wouldn’t be a “bad influence” in my book.
yeah but the whole wanna be superhero trying to get your son to take on very powerful and dangerous supervillains would be and as seen in a previous chapter she recognized our protagonist on television (in his grampa’s suit no less) alongside some of our other favorite wanabe heroes
This sort of thing never happened to Batman when he crawled up the side of a building.
Except when Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr. popped out a window on the tv show.
Gavin… Cool to see you reading this.
Yeah. Batman never climbed a friend’s window as a teenager, I’ll bet.
Wow, dating itself. Taking away the cell was a borderline thing in 2008. Nowadays? That’s nearly crippling somebody’s ability to function in society
Even then, though, I was trying to show Vaughn’s parents were part of the problem when it came to Vaughn’s behavior in that extreme reactions in parenting don’t help matters.