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
“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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“I’m going to take it and let everyone listen,” Daniel continued.
He clicked a few buttons on his keyboard, and the view from his monitor appeared on the big screen, covering most of the wall.
The switchboard program showed a list of callers (ten reporters in the last five minutes) and voicemails, followed by information about the current caller. This amounted to:
Caller: Unknown
FBI Notified. Tracing…
Daniel answered, “This is the Mystic.”
Continue reading Targets: Part 10
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
I set the red alert on my communicator–not the one for the complex. That would have shut down all the entrances, and the rest of the League would need them.
From outside came the sound of screeching brakes. One of the older streets in the city, State Street ran straight into downtown from the suburbs.
Cars filled all four lanes, and between standing in the middle of the road and (in one case) getting hit by a pickup truck, the Cabal’s men had blocked three of the four.
Continue reading Targets: Part 8
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?”
Continue reading Targets: Part 7
After talking to Haley, I went through variations on the same conversation with Daniel, and Chris–except Chris and I also talked about getting the new armor to HQ.
I put on the stealth suit, covered it over with clothes, stuffing the helmet into the backpack that hid a mini-rocketpack, and ran to League HQ, the guitar bumping along in its cloth case on my back.
Continue reading Targets: Part 6
I happened to glance at the guy I’d been fighting as I flew away. He had blood dripping from his eyes. I’d hurt him for real.
Almost as gross, I glimpsed the damaged eye reforming out of goo.
We’d talked about what we’d do if they detected us, and agreed that we’d have to fight all out to escape. It wasn’t as if we’d be able to permanently hurt them. All of Prime’s reserves were nearly invulnerable, and they regenerated. It hardly seemed fair. Continue reading War: Part 23
I leaned forward, and dove toward where Haley crouched on a branch. Prime’s people pulled rifles off their backs, and the short guy crouched, preparing to jump, aiming upward at her.
I maneuvered myself into an upright position, hovering a little below Haley and above Travis.
In the meantime, the short guy had left the ground. Continue reading War: Part 22
What sucked most about the figures flying after me was that they were gaining.
We’d planned for aerial pursuit. We’d even planned for the possibility that I might be attacked while still on the ground, and a few other possibilities that meant that everyone in the League was out here somehow.
Unfortunately, the Rocket suit made me the fastest flier, making it necessary to pass Daniel and Vaughn’s position for them to be able to help. Continue reading War: Part 21