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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 13

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“But seriously,” he continued, “if you’re the new Heroes League, I’ve been looking for you.”

Travis looked Jack Maniac over, and said, “Why?”

“You’ve got something I want. I’m looking for a vehicle we used to own. It looks like a ball. You probably saw in the news a couple nights ago. I want it back. I heard that you’ve got it.”

Keeping my voice calm, I said, “From who?”

“Man-machine’s grandson. Nice kid. He was visiting his grandmother when we came over.”

“He’s okay, right?”

“Sure. He’s fine for now.”
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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 12

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Jack Maniac seemed to get a big kick out of the name. He laughed hard enough that he wobbled in the air. “The Power? Don’t you think that’s a little fucking pretentious? What happened to the first Power?”

“I don’t know. It was available two days ago.”

“Two days? Oh that’s rich. Do your worst, kid.”
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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 9

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“You bet. We’ll pass on whatever shows up,” Vaughn said. “Right, guys?” He looked over the rest of us.

I thought about replying. It seemed like a good idea, but maybe not immediately. I had time. Then I thought about it a little more.

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Me: We might be a little too calm.
Daniel: Crap. I was concentrating too hard on resisting him. You’re right.
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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 8

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When we got back to the jet, I pulled the alert’s GPS data up, and headed toward downtown Grand Lake.

We flew westward through the sky, toward the sun as it moved lower, beginning to dip into Lake Michigan.

I gave them the short version of what Cannon had said as we flew home, but we didn’t get to really discuss it. Including the time it took to start the jet, it took ten minutes to get there.

We were too late, but in the best possible way.
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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 7

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After a little hesitation, they left me alone with him. I stood there, waiting as they shut the door, smelling concrete and disinfectant.

“Funny to see girls in the League. Never saw women as vigilantes back in my day except for Ghostwoman. She was goddamn scary — phased her pistol through my armor and nearly into my head. Stopped me a couple times.”

“Did you really think she’d kill you?”
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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 6

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“You’re going to have to talk to a judge if you want to get out.” Jaclyn stood opposite Chris’ grandfather. “We don’t have any power over that.”

Cannon didn’t seemed fazed by her response. “The old League was in bed with the FBI. You’re telling me you aren’t? Besides, I’m not expecting you to do it directly. I’ll tell you what you want to know about the ball, and after that you’ll call the FBI and I’ll tell them something they want to know.”

“Like what?”

“Not while the Mystic’s in the room. Get him out and we’ll talk.”
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Arc 2.9: Rivalry

Rivalry: Part 5

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By the time we left Lee’s, everybody wanted in on it. Not everybody went. Nine people would have been overkill. Not to mention that we might not all fit in the room.

Prison cells weren’t known for their spaciousness.

In the end, only five of us got in the jet — Jaclyn, Cassie, Daniel, Haley, and I.
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Arc 2.8: Uncontrolled Substances

Uncontrolled Substances: Part 2

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“So you just told him?” Jaclyn didn’t seem to be able to contain her disbelief.

“It’s not like I invited him to train with us,” I said. “I just told him the same thing I’ve always told anyone curious about who I’m taking martial arts from.”

“It’s not that bad,” Haley said. “Of all Sean’s friends, Dayton’s the only one who’s actually nice.”
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Arc 2.7: Hysteria

Hysteria: Part 9

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Sean looked over the oncoming crowd a little nervously, and asked me, “What are we supposed to do now?”

“No idea,” I said.

Then I turned on the loudspeaker.

They were halfway across the lawn, and the growing darkness gave the group a “Night of the Living Dead” feel. Not that they were really zombies, but a crowd of people walking toward you isn’t a normal situation.
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Arc 2.7: Hysteria

Hysteria: Part 8

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Payback screamed and fell over, his body outlined in electricity.

The air smelled of ozone, and smoke.

When the lightning stopped, I could see Payback more clearly. His chest still moved, but he wasn’t doing much more than that. His right arm looked uncomfortably red and blistered.

From behind me Vaughn shouted, “I got him, right?”
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