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
We scouted it out even before we left HQ.
Prime’s men had parked in a dirt parking lot. Adjusting the roachbot’s position on the car gave us the name of the business — Perliss Manufacturing, Co. The roachbot’s GPS system gave us the exact location, and soon we were looking at it through Google Maps.
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Bugging the house and cars paid off even before we got back to HQ.
It wasn’t perfect. I hadn’t known whose car was whose so I’d bugged all of them. When one of them started going, we got excited, but then we followed where it went on the car’s dashboard screen. It ended up at Meyer Music, a local store.
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So where do you look for a professional killer?
On Saturday, the whole team got together in HQ to read what the databases we had access to had on him, and figure out the best way to tackle the issue.
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Finding Ray didn’t sound like a good idea, but it sounded better than finding him after he’d killed everyone we knew.
Isaac Lim wasn’t available when I called about protection for our parents. I left a voicemail.
“So,” I said after hanging up. “How do we find Ray?”
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I read the transcript and then played back the entire recorded conversation for everybody. Russell Hardwick stood in his home office, pacing the hardwood floor, cursing, and talking on his cell phone.
“The Impregnator disappeared? How did that happen? And why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
From there it devolved into shouting at the person on the other end, and Hardwick never did say where he’d kept it, or anything useful.
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Chris glanced over at me. “I thought everybody knew.”
“I told Lee. When everybody went over the plan, I thought that I’d either have to do remotely guided missiles, or ask you. After you said yes, I told Lee, and I must have forgotten to tell everyone else. Sorry.”
With everything else going on, the important thing was that our escape had been taken care of, right? And anyway, back when we’d been dealing with Justice Fiend, the Maniacs, and the Ball, Cassie had been more than a little suspicious of Chris.
She wouldn’t have been the only one, and I didn’t want to deal with it.
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For a moment, Lee and I must have been the only people who realized that Prime was dead.
He grinned as I looked up from the head, and saluted me with the bloodied blade. In that moment, someone shouted, and it seemed like everyone turned to see him standing in front of Prime’s body.
“Rocket, grab the head and dump it someplace!”
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I checked the the sky, searching it for Vaughn’s cloud.
It floated above the field, smaller than most clouds, and, it struck me, smaller than the last time I’d seen it.
Daniel hadn’t been joking about not being alone in the air. At least fifteen people flew toward the cloud, dark figures outlined against the moon and stars.
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Bluish sparks surrounded Rachel’s gloves, and the man let go, trying to grab her, but only passing through her body without touching anything.
Knowing that he was strong, and guessing he might be able to rip my armor off, I gave the rockets some fuel, and shot into the air, hovering forty feet above the ground. Continue reading War: Part 9