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My wish seemed to come true the next day. I kept checking for word from Mary, Raquel, and Heavyweight, and I kept an eye on the news – both local and national – but nothing happened. I’d gotten a full night’s sleep, woken up rested enough that I didn’t need caffeine, ate like a normal college student, got through my classes, and generally indulged in the regularity of my life for a while. I even squeezed in a visit to the gym, which was starting to feel normal for me even though I’d never been much for exercise in the past. Knowing that I might really need to be able to pull myself up onto a roof to stay alive made a difference. I wasn’t lacking for motivation.
When I finished in there, I left and went on a little run, heading off-campus to the west. While I was technically within the city limits, it felt more like I was entering a suburb. After seeing Raquel’s neighborhood, the differences stood out. The homes were bigger, they were on bigger properties, and they were newer and more expensive looking, as were the cars outside of them. I saw a lot of sports cars and minivans in the driveways. There were pools in several backyards, nice-looking porches and walkways, and lots of pretty landscaping.
I’d grown up comfortable, but these places were nicer than my home. It did make for pleasant scenery, though. Most of the leaves had changed color, and if a lot of them had fallen there were still some left. I actually saw a few kids jumping into a pile of leaves at one point. I’d never actually done that, myself. Snow had always been more my thing.
After a while, I turned around and started heading back. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but the sun was setting and the light was fading, and I wanted to get back to campus. I felt tense. I wasn’t expecting anything in particular, but I had a sudden desire to be home and ready to go if I needed to get somewhere, and I didn’t want to exhaust myself in case something happened.
It was silly, really. I had my phone with me, and I had checked it a few times, slowing to a walk, both on the way out and on the return leg. I wasn’t any easier to reach on campus. At least, the people who I was worried about hearing from wouldn’t find it any easier to reach me.
I’d left a message for Mary, asking her to check in when she had a chance, but there wasn’t anything else I could do. For a second, I wondered if she could have gotten caught, but if so I wasn’t in a position to help. Besides, her arrival had been all that stopped Heavyweight from stranding Michaels by wrecking his car, and she’d stopped Feral, too. If anything, Michaels and the others who were there should be singing her praises to their boss.
Telling myself that didn’t help the anxiety. Leon tried to distract me for a bit, talking about power practice, but it wasn’t working and he soon gave up.
When I left the gym, I’d found myself laughing at how pleased I’d been when I first took my powers for a test run and clocked myself at five miles per hour. I wasn’t sure what my real limits were, but I knew that I was covering ground better now that I actually understood how my powers worked, and if I got into better shape I should be able to sustain some real speed, I hoped. I didn’t think I could outrace cars, necessarily, but then again cars couldn’t go up buildings or corner like I could.
That optimism wasn’t present as campus came back into sight. I’d lost track of time, forgetting when I left, so I couldn’t tell how quickly I’d gone, but I didn’t really care. I couldn’t think about numbers right then. Maybe it was the sun going down and the temperature dropping, but whatever the reason I could feel myself tensing up.
“It’s the waiting,” Leon said.
“I’ve done lots of waiting lately,” I pointed out.
“But this time, we’re not sure what we’re waiting for,” he said. “We’re not waiting for something to happen so we can act. We don’t have a concrete plan. It’s bothering you, because it makes it feel like things could change at any time.”
I stretched my neck, then found a patch of grass and started stretching the rest of me. “Maybe.”
“It’s getting to me, as well,” Leon said. “There’s nothing we can do, though, and tensing up won’t help. It’s best to just take it easy and enjoy the free time as much as possible, like last night. We gave similar advice to Raquel, as I recall – we need to follow it.”
I frowned a bit at the way he spoke. “Voice of experience?”
Leon hesitated before answering. “I think so. I’m not sure, but I think whatever my past was, I’ve had to wait for the other shoe before.”
I kept stretching, trying to relax. There was an idea just out of sight, a thought that was almost occurring to me or a connection I was on the verge of making, and I didn’t want to forget it. It was tenuous, though, and I didn’t want to force it either.
Was it the bit about waiting calmly? Or something else?
Leon started to speak. “Do you think-”
“Hang on,” I said, abruptly. “Let me think for a minute. There’s something on the tip of my tongue, I don’t want to lose it.”
He fell silent.
What was it?
We’d been talking about why I was on edge. Was that it? No.
Something about Leon, then. His experience. Waiting without knowing what was going to come or when. Or maybe it was about Raquel, and the ‘advice’ we’d given? I was a little uneasy, there. It was hard to know how much to help. I was afraid that involving myself and Leon too much in her and Feral’s business would make things worse and irritate them to boot.
I’d had close friends, but there’s no one closer than a person who shares your thoughts. I had that with Leon, and Raquel had it with Feral. There was no way to discuss Leon without also talking about myself, and no way to tell someone about him without it getting personal for both of us. By the same token, I couldn’t talk to Feral or Raquel about the other without interfering, pushing my way into a relationship that was none of my business.
It didn’t sit right. No matter what I said or did, it felt like too much and not enough at the same time. She was younger than me, which made it easy to try to adopt a big brother attitude, but at the same time she had more experience with supers than I did. I didn’t think most of it had been so intense as what had happened lately, but the fact was that she had chosen to get out there and put herself in danger while I was still dithering and doubting myself into inaction. Condescending to her would be insulting and ridiculous.
I didn’t think that was it either. Whatever the thought was, I had lost it.
I sighed. Damn it. “Hey, sorry, what were you going to say?”
“I was going to ask if you’d be willing to try an experiment tonight,” Leon said.
“What kind?”
“I want you to leave me in the driver’s seat when we go to sleep, just to see what happens.”
I thought about it for a minute. “You want to see if you can sleep that way, and if I can sleep when I’m not in control? Interesting. I think I’m down, but I want to do it tomorrow.”
“Why postpone?” Leon asked.
“So far you’ve slept one night, and I had a funky dream-vision thing,” I said. “I want to see if one or both of those things happens again tonight. Try to establish a pattern before we change the situation. Among other things, I’m wondering if I might have the same dream again or experience a different one.”
“Good enough for me, I guess,” Leon said.
“Thanks. We can try your idea tomorrow, though, like I said. I’m curious to see what happens.”
I thought the dream had to be important, but part of me hoped that nothing like it ever happened again. Even compared to my own experiences, it had been intense and frightening. What unsettled me about it wasn’t just what had happened, but how it had happened and how I’d felt as I experienced it. The four attacking supers reminded me of Blitz, for obvious reasons, but they’d been more practiced at working together, despite their eventual defeat. The defenders had been a mix of supers and normal, well-armed people who had worked together well. I wasn’t sure any group like that even existed yet. Of course, plenty of powers lent themselves to violence very well, and I was sure that some militaries and other groups were working to harness that power. But it hadn’t been that long since people stopped thinking that powers were a hoax.
Just over a decade ago, a guy in a cape claiming he could fly would have been regarded as obviously crazy or part of a publicity stunt. Now it was totally plausible. Was that enough time for what I’d seen to come into being?
There were too many unanswered questions. I needed more information.
I was still speculating fruitlessly when I finished cleaning up and went to the dining hall.
…
I didn’t dream again, and neither did Leon. The weekend went by with nothing special happening. Since the time I’d recruited the Philly Five to help ambush Raquel and make certain Feral wasn’t controlling her, we hadn’t met Bloodhound for another lesson, and I hadn’t gotten back in touch with him about it yet. Before Dustin went missing, I’d been planning to wait a while to let Raquel cool down, then bring it up once some time had passed. With everything going on, I’d forgotten. We’d only had one real lesson, so far. I resolved to talk to her about it soon, maybe try to convince her that we should ask Bloodhound to come meet us again. I thought he’d probably be willing.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday passed uneventfully. I was finding a balance between doing my schoolwork, training myself, and relaxing with friends. I wasn’t all the way there, but I was productive enough to feel good about myself and I relaxed enough that I could stay sane. After the weekend went by uninterrupted, I found my anxiety abating, and Raquel seemed to be feeling a bit better too.
The news that Dustin was back with his parents broke, and there was a media frenzy. The cynical part of me noted that his return received less attention than his disappearance had, despite the fact that his powers were public knowledge.
I traded messages with Raquel and Heavyweight, but there wasn’t much to say. Mary sent a brief message saying that she was all right and that she would be in touch when she could, but that was about it, and until we heard from her we were in a holding pattern. I wasn’t inclined to go try fighting normal crime in my spare time, and no disasters happened while I was around, so there wasn’t anything unusual to do. For a while, I was just David. Flicker was waiting in the wings, unneeded.
Thursday, I got word from Mary again.
She asked us to meet her at a movie theater, going to a particular showing. I thought the precautions she outlined were a bit theatrical, but she was taking a risk, so I wasn’t inclined to argue.
It was some romantic comedy that had been out for a while. No big name actors. I met Raquel outside, and we bought tickets and went in together. I grabbed some popcorn, more for the sake of appearances than anything else.
Less than half of the seats were full. We sat down together and started eating the popcorn; we were there a bit early, so the movie hadn’t started yet.
Feral was outside, watching for any sign of Michaels or anyone else uninvited, just in case. I didn’t think that was necessary either, but Raquel had seemed to dislike Mary from the start, so I wasn’t surprised. I was a bit hopeful, actually; her willingness to let Feral out of her sight for lookout duty suggested the two of them weren’t walking on eggshells quite so much anymore.
“I still think we shouldn’t have met where she wanted,” Raquel said.
“We’ve been through this already,” I said impatiently. “Yes, she could be planning to double-cross us somehow. That’s always possible. If you’re paranoid enough, everyone is a potential enemy. She dealt with us straight so far, pointed us right to Dustin. I’m okay with being cautious, but if Mary wants to meet, I believe it’s important.”
“Fine, but if it goes bad, remember I warned you,” Raquel said.
“You told me so. I’ll remember.”
“We should cut her some slack,” Leon said privately. “She’s likely still feeling a bit leery of the unexpected at the moment.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said grudgingly. Raquel had been grating on my nerves a bit since the meeting came up. I was a bit on edge myself, but I didn’t really expect anything to go wrong.
I dropped some popcorn in my mouth.
“I do wonder why she picked this for a meeting place,” I said.
“Me too,” Raquel said. “I wish Heavyweight could have come as backup.”
I shrugged. “It would be nice, but I’m not surprised. I don’t know how old he is, but he’s definitely out of school, probably by at least ten years if I had to guess.”
“I’m not sure how old he is either,” Raquel admitted. “I think he’s got a night job, though. Or at least, works night shifts sometimes.”
I winced. “We shouldn’t speculate. If he doesn’t want us to know, that’s his choice.”
Raquel turned toward me, eyebrows rising in surprise. “You don’t think we should all know each other? I mean, if something happens it’s nice to know you know where to find me, in case I need help. Or if something happens…well, you could tell my mom.”
I felt a pit in my stomach. “I guess I can understand that, yes, but I really hope we never need help that urgently. As for the general idea, well, I can see it either way. I mean, if we know each other then we can help each other in an emergency. But if we don’t, we can’t tell anyone who shouldn’t know. You and I seem to be resistant, but there are telepaths running around, including one in Blitz. I really wouldn’t want him to be able to pick that out of my brain.”
“True, I guess,” she said.
“I figure that’s the main reason the Philly Five are so obsessed with their secrets,” I said. “Anyway, if Heavyweight wants to keep his name to himself I guess I feel like that’s his call. I admit, it is nice to be able to talk to you about all this stuff when we’re not fighting, though.”
“I believe Mary has just arrived,” Feral said, interrupting our conversation. “She appears to be alone.”
Raquel and I fell silent, waiting. I had to make an effort to keep from watching the repetitive crap on the big screen. It was all ads and trivia, the stuff they put up there as a placeholder before the trailers even start. It was annoying to realize that even when we were there for something important I had to work to keep my eyes away.
“She’s got her ticket, and she’s going in now,” Feral reported.
“Got it, thanks,” I said. “No one suspicious around?”
Raquel gave me a look. “I thought you said I was being unnecessarily cautious?”
I nodded. “I did. That doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea. You’ll note I didn’t try to argue you out of taking precautions.”
“No, everyone appears to be acting normally,” Feral said. “I don’t see Michaels, or anyone else I recognize.”
“Thanks, Feral,” Raquel said.
It was a little thing, but their calm interaction really did take a load off my mind. I didn’t think everything was completely better, but at least they were talking to each other again and working together.
Mary walked into the theater, and we both stopped talking. I almost started staring at her reflexively, but managed to control myself.
She picked us out easily enough. It was a small crowd, and I was carrying a big thing of popcorn and wearing a baseball cap. When she looked at me I stood up and took off my coat slowly, and she started walking towards our section of the seats, sitting in the row behind us. We were near the back already, though not quite all the way there, and no one else was sitting near us. Personally, I thought that made the whole setup a bit silly; if anyone was paying attention, they’d notice that she sat right near two people when there was enough space for her to sit alone. I supposed that was inevitable, though. It was hard for people to meet without looking like they were meeting. Being able to hold silent conversations with Raquel, Leon, and Feral was spoiling me a bit, since it meant we could communicate just as stealthily in a crowd as we could in a closet, even if we were on opposite sides of the crowd.
Neither of us looked at her. We didn’t want her to get a good look at our faces, for one thing. She hadn’t seen them yet. Raquel’s hair was hiding her face well enough for now. As for me, Leon was trying something new.
I’d done some practicing the past few days, and Leon had done more. The result was that we’d managed to combine what Bloodhound taught us about making light and our innate ability to turn invisible. We were more certain than ever that that capability worked by bending light, because Leon had figured out how to mix the two and distort our image, instead of hiding it completely. It still wasn’t quite right for public use. Raquel had said I looked funny when we demonstrated, warning us that it seemed to hide some of my facial features, rather than making them look different, which was what we were going for. The net effect was like I was wearing a hood that cast deep shadows over my face.
It ate energy up pretty quickly, too.
For now, though, it meant I could stand up in the theater and be confident that Mary wouldn’t be able to make out my face for a few seconds. That was all we needed.
Once she sat down, it was hard not to look around, either at her or the other people in the room. Her desire to meet in a public place had us wondering whether she was afraid of being followed, which was a worrisome possibility.
We waited while the minutes stretched out, Raquel and I taking increasingly half-hearted turns whittling down the popcorn one handful at a time. I kept glancing at the entrances and emergency exits, or the people in the seats. Which ones should I be more concerned about? Lone individuals? The couples? The larger groups, maybe? There was one set of five teenage girls sitting together, talking loudly. Normally I’d consider them a non-threat, but powers changed things and Michaels’ brainwashing abilities changed them again. If he had enough time, it might not matter how little someone was inclined to violence, and he or his boss might consider it useful to control a few random people, unconnected to their illegal operations, just so they could run errands in public or spy on people inconspicuously.
Alternatively, maybe I should be watching Mary. She could have been caught in the aftermath of freeing Dustin, and turned on us to save herself.
The urge to turn around and keep an eye on her was growing stronger by the second. The only thing that kept me from actually doing it was the fact that Feral was sitting halfway under a seat just a few feet away from her.
Like I said, Raquel really didn’t trust Mary. I’d argued that it would be better to have Feral watching the outside, to see if anyone followed her, but Raquel had disagreed and I’d eventually given up.
Even knowing Feral was there, I felt like there was an itch between my shoulder blades. Mary was sitting right behind us, after all. It was the perfect spot to stab us in the back.
My paranoid side pointed out that she had asked us not to involve the authorities. It was possible that she would decide to get rid of us at some point, to eliminate the risk that we’d turn her in. If she’d been thinking about it, the debacle at the house might have persuaded her that we were too dangerous to keep dealing with.
I was startled when the lights cut out and the screen changed. I’d been so absorbed in my thoughts that it snuck up on me.
We sat through the trailers, still ignoring each other, then continued to wait as the movie started. After the first five minutes, I was getting impatient. After ten minutes, I was on the verge of turning around in my seat.
Fortunately, Mary didn’t make us wait much longer. She must have knelt behind our seats, I guess; she leaned forward and stuck her head between Raquel and I.
“What the hell happened?” she asked.
I couldn’t see Raquel’s face, but she straightened abruptly in her seat, starting to turn, and I grabbed her wrist.
“Relax,” I said. “Hide your face, remember? I’ll do the talking.”
Then I had Leon do his thing again, obscuring my features, and leaned sideways toward Mary.
“You’re asking about the house?” I said.
“Yes, I’m asking about the fucking house,” Mary said. “Seriously, what happened? I thought you were going to show restraint!”
“Keep your voice down, please,” I said. I glanced at the closest people in the theater. They were all looking at the screen; I didn’t think they would have heard her. She wasn’t whispering, but she was speaking in a low voice.
“What did Michaels say?” Raquel asked.
I winced. Part of me had hoped we could avoid that question somehow. I hoped I was right about the answer, but if not Raquel and Feral would probably fall apart again, and I really didn’t want that. I especially didn’t want it to happen at that particular moment.
There was a pause before Mary answered. Hesitation? I reminded myself that Feral was watching her.
If only we had someone else who could watch Feral.
“Michaels said he felt something,” Mary said, finally speaking. “Several people he didn’t know. One of them felt pretty normal. The last one he had trouble pinning down, for some reason. The first one, he said he just got a lot of anger. He tried to redirect it at the rest of you, and it didn’t work. He’s not sure why, but it scared the shit out of him. He’s never had his powers go wrong before. There are one or two people they haven’t worked on, like the boss, but when he tried that nothing happened at all.”
I tried to stifle my sigh of relief, but I did a crappy job. Fortunately, the movie got loud for a second, handling it for me.
“That’s about what it looked like from our side, too,” I said a second later. “Michaels tried his mojo, and instead of doing whatever he meant to, he just turned up the rage, hard. After that, we were all trying to contain it, but it didn’t work that well. Then Dustin set the house on fire and everything went to hell. You arrived not long after that.”
There was another silence; I assumed Mary was thinking over what I’d said.
“One of the guys we grabbed died in the van on the way out,” Mary said quietly. “One never came out of the house. Neither did the doctor guy. With the guy who bled out on the lawn, that’s four dead. They may not have been great people, but I came to you hoping to avoid blood.”
“Three, actually,” I said. “The doctor guy? He got out. After he thought everyone was gone.”
“Really?” she said.
“Really,” I said. “I saw him look around and make a break for it. No idea where he went after that, but he left before I did, so I’d say he probably got away clean as far as the police are concerned. What’s his story, anyway?”
We waited a few seconds as laughter in the movie made it hard to hear each other.
“I don’t know his name,” Mary said. “He’s a doctor. Has a legal practice, but I think the boss got some dirt on him or something. He does some work off the books. Patches us up after trouble. I’m not sure what he did, but he seems mostly decent. Just trapped.”
“Like you,” I said.
She didn’t reply.
“What about the other guys?” Raquel asked after a second. “Were they coerced too? Or…recruited by Michaels?”
“No,” Mary said. “Most of the normals are recruited the old fashioned way. That’s one reason for BPSC. Only a few of the people there are actually involved in anything illegal, but it’s an excuse for looking up some kinds of information, and it lets the boss scout out dangerous guys. Mostly just thugs, but there are a few ex-military, too. Plus the company can buy equipment, then ‘throw away’ old surplus after a while. Stuff like that.”
“So who were they?” Raquel asked.
I could hear a hitch in her voice. I didn’t look over. I didn’t want to draw Mary’s attention to it.
“Mostly convicts,” Mary said. “Hard for them to get work once they get out. Michaels might have given them a little nudge to accept the job, but it probably wasn’t to get past scruples. The ones there all knew who was in the house. He tries to use people with records for stuff that’s blatantly illegal, set it up so they look like they’re responsible if something goes wrong.”
Raquel slumped in her seat a bit, and I held in another sigh of relief. If she’d said that they were innocent men who’d been brainwashed I wasn’t sure what it would have done to Raquel, but I was relieved that we wouldn’t find out.
Not that this was okay, but at least it wasn’t even worse.
“I need to know if you’re going to keep killing people,” Mary said abruptly. “If you are, I don’t know if I want to work with you anymore.”
Raquel whirled on her angrily. “I never wanted-mmph!” She glared at me as I covered her mouth to stop her from shouting, but I gestured at the theater. After a few seconds, she turned away from both of us.
I turned back to Mary. “Don’t be a bitch,” I said quietly. “We’ve never tried to kill anybody. If anyone’s to blame, its Michaels, and I’d appreciate it if you’d lay off.”
It was hard to see, but I thought she was glaring at me. “I’m sorry if I don’t find it easy to shrug off three dead bodies.”
I tried to keep my cool. “I’m not asking you to apologize,” I said. “But we’re not taking this any better than you are, so if you could keep unfair accusations to a minimum, that would be fucking appreciated. Okay? We went on a rescue mission and I wound up fighting my way out of a burning house. And unless you’ve forgotten, it was Heavyweight who took the cat off the field to make sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. He bled for that, and it may have saved your life.”
“Calmly, David,” Leon said.
“Not to mention that you’re the one who asked us to get involved with the guy who manipulates emotions, his boss, and their army of possibly-brainwashed thugs with guns,” I finished. I glanced around again. My volume had risen a bit, and I hadn’t noticed until I stopped speaking.
We were still clear, I thought. I turned back to Mary, speaking again as she started to open her mouth. “Now I’m not accusing you of anything, for the record. But that guy whose arm I totaled the night we met was very much present at the house, and not out of town like you said he would be. If I was a more suspicious man, that would make me wonder if I could trust you, especially since he’s the one who tipped Michaels off that we were there.”
She opened her mouth and closed it, twice, before speaking again. “I was wrong. I thought he’d be out of town for longer, getting the arm looked at. I don’t know how he got it fixed so fast.”
“Okay,” I said. “What’s his deal? Is he ex-military? A con? What?”
Mary shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m tied into BPSC, and the boss has me helping Michaels, but he doesn’t tell me everything. I don’t know where he found that guy, or whether Michaels did anything to him or not.”
“All right,” I said.
The movie got loud again, car tires squealing on asphalt, forcing us to wait for a bit.
“So, are you going to keep working with us or not?” I said. “If you say no, there’s not much we can do about it. But I doubt we’ll ignore whatever happens next, although I can’t speak for Menagerie.”
“I…yeah, I’ll work with you guys,” she said. “I need your help. Someone’s help.”
I waited. Raquel’s face was still turned away from both of us, though I suspected she might be watching Mary through Feral’s eyes; she’d been still for a bit longer than was natural.
Mary took a deep breath. “I’m not sure what’s going to happen from here. The good news is that I think the boss is going to leave Dustin alone. I’m not even sure why he had us grab him in the first place, honestly. It’s weird. When I was recruited, everything was moving slowly. He recruited people, had jobs for us, but it was all patient, you know? It seemed like secrecy was the most important thing to him. Now he’s got us kidnapping people and even abducting a kid. I think there’s some kind of deadline coming up. I think the boss is scared.”
That got my attention, and I saw Raquel’s head twitch toward us. “Scared of what?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Mary said. “He’s never told me why he’s got us doing this stuff, or even what the end goal is, assuming there is one. But he’s acting a bit different. I never see much of him, you understand. But he’s short, now. The way he talks, I mean. Like something’s happening, and he’s rushing to get ready for it. For now, I think he’s going to try to keep things quiet here in Berkeleyport, at least. The bad news is, I think that means more stuff is going to be happening in other places, and it might be hard for me to find out about it.”
“All right,” I said. “So what’s our next move?”
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