“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.”
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Targets: Part 12
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.
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Targets: Part 11
“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.”
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Targets: Part 9
Even the most obnoxious people will stop arguing when they know the building they’re inside is about to explode.
In theory, at least.
“What?” Julie asked.
Sean looked from me to Lucas. “You’re kidding, right?”
From behind him, Sydney said, “Sean!”
“No. And now it’s twenty-three seconds. Go!”
Above us, something in the ceiling crunched. Continue reading Targets: Part 9
Targets: Part 7
We let him in, bringing Lucas up to the conference room.
He limped as he walked, sighing as he sank into the chair. “Thanks. I was going crazy standing out there. Their fliers could have come by at any time.”
Rachel and I sat down with him, but not before Rachel said, “Thirsty?”
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Graduation: Part 23
I didn’t stop trying to fix the arm, but it would be hard to imagine a worse week to try to fix it than my last week of high school ever.
I didn’t get back to working on things on Monday night because the whole family got talking. With Grandpa and Grandma Klein visiting from Minnesota, that happened easily. Grandpa had taught cultural anthropology at the University of Minnesota, worked for the U.N. in the 1960’s, and had friends all over the world. Continue reading Graduation: Part 23
Graduation: Part 3
The next day at school, it occurred to me that I should have been more scared after receiving that message.
I can’t say that I wasn’t scared at all, but I didn’t freak out. Marcus and I called Isaac Lim, and the FBI traced the call to a payphone somewhere near Nashville. It surprised me that Prime could even find a payphone.
I mean, seriously, who uses them? Continue reading Graduation: Part 3
Graduation: Part 1
The next day wasn’t much better.
You know how in the Harry Potter books, there always seems to be some period in which Malfoy struts around as if he owns the school? That’s what happened with Sean. And not just Sean, everybody in Justice Fist got attention.
Sean, Dayton, Jody, Camille, and Julie seemed to be surrounded with people all day. Even the teachers seemed to want to hear about it.
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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