He lay on the road. Then he pulled himself up, and limped to the side.
He sat down in the front lawn of an old white house that hadn’t been painted in at least twenty years. Most of its paint had flaked off the wood.
With luck, no one lived there. Continue reading Targets: Part 20
I did something stupid. I looked back.
The big, bald guy handled the door differently than I had. He leaned in and hit the metal edge of the door with his shoulder, smashing it out of the frame, and the frame partly out of the building.
Turning my head forward, I ran across the lawn toward the car. Continue reading Targets: Part 19
There weren’t any windows in the room, so when the lights went out, it didn’t just become a little darker in the room, it became completely black.
Well, completely black except for the line of light at the bottom of the door.
“Don’t move,” Ray said, and something clicked, followed by a frustrated sigh.
Then, I heard a rustling noise. I guessed it might be Ray or Allen’s gun being pulled from its holster. Continue reading Targets: Part 18
Allen opened the door, and said, “Kerri, please come in.”
If you follow comics, you’ll get the impression that all women with superpowers are long-legged, wasp-waisted, supermodel types with massive–
Never mind.
None of the girls on our team (or any of the grown-up women I’d met) looked like that, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that their telepath didn’t either. Continue reading Targets: Part 17
The Syndicate L representative walked through the door only moments later.
If Ray had worn his khakis and button down shirt as some kind of office camouflage, the Syndicate L rep went one step further.
Middle aged with a tinge of gray in his brown hair, the guy wore a light brown suit coat over a black shirt. I thought I saw a bulge under his left arm, but couldn’t be sure.
It had to be a gun though. Continue reading Targets: Part 16
I put my seatbelt on, noticing as I did it that they hadn’t just sent “Burning Hands Man.” The driver was one of Prime’s reserves–a big, bald muscular guy.
Talk about overkill.
Even with part of the stealth suit under my clothes, I still had no chance against either of them.
Continue reading Targets: Part 15
Minutes later, Haley drove Night Wolf’s car to the far end of the hangar and into the tunnel. Rachel rode in the front with her, and I sat in the back.
We came out in the forest. The “rock” closed behind us, and we followed the access trail out of Veterans Memorial Park.
Once we got to the road, Haley accelerated, moving ten to fifteen miles per hour faster than the speed limit at every opportunity.
Continue reading Targets: Part 14
“Ask him if he can use the underwater entrance,” I told Cassie.
I was pretty sure the Defenders’ jets could.
Cassie passed it along.
“Right,” Alex said, “I remember that from when I was a kid.”
Continue reading Targets: Part 13
As telepathic contact ended, I became aware of the world around me again.
Haley had taken my hand, and in a quiet voice said, “Can we go over there?” She nodded toward a spot away from the main table where we’d been sitting.
With Sean standing behind our chairs, I could guess why.
Continue reading Targets: Part 12
“I’ll pass that on,” Daniel said, his voice flat.
“Then that covers it. Get the Rocket over–” He stopped. “What?”
A woman’s voice said something unintelligible.
“I’d never have thought they had it in them.” Ray’s voice sounded distant, as if he wasn’t talking into the receiver.
“Congratulations. You’ve put the fear of God into my allies, but it won’t change anything. Be at Fulton and Sykes.You’ve got less than an hour now.”
Continue reading Targets: Part 11