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Arc 3.3: Counterattack

Counterattack: Part 10

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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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Arc 3.3: Counterattack

Counterattack: Part 9

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“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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Arc 3.3: Counterattack

Counterattack: Part 8

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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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Arc 3.3: Counterattack

Counterattack: Part 7

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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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Arc 3.2: Legio

Legio: Part 8

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By the time the guy and his severed leg hit the ground, I’d already rolled away. Given what I’d seen in his fight with Jaclyn, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that he might be able to grab me, and crush the life out me.

I stood up, keeping myself out of arm’s reach.
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Arc 3.2: Legio

Legio: Part 7

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Vaughn started coughing as I landed next to him on the roof.

“Got a big breath of hot air and smoke,” he said.

“You think you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah. It’s my own fault, anyway.”

It wasn’t really his fault, but when you depend on wind to fly, it’s not much of a surprise if the wind carries smoke along too.
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Arc 3.2: Legio

Legio: Part 1

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Around four on Sunday afternoon, Lt. Van Kley showed Travis, Haley, Daniel, and I the dead bodies. There were three of them — two men and a woman, each of them horribly burned.

The house looked as bad inside as it had outside. Outside, it stood as an excellent example of urban decay in Grand Lake. Built in the 1920’s, the house had cracked, beige paint over wooden siding with spots of greenish moss. It sat in the middle of a neighborhood of houses almost exactly like it.
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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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