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"You’d never do this outfit justice.” Angela waved invitingly. "Though it never hurts to try."
Our banter died as the door swung open. Angela always did what she could to maintain spirits,
Puffy red eyes, swollen cheeks and chappy lips suggested she hadn't stopped crying for weeks. Her
clothes were wrinkled and stained, and she supported herself uneasily against the doorframe. The
"I'm sorry to intrude," I opened sombrely. "This is my assistant, Angela. I understand this is a very
difficult time for you, which is why I'd be happy to come along at a later--"
"No," she interrupted, with a quick, certain headshake. "No, come in. I'm sorry, I look terrible. It's
just been..."
"Nonsense," I jumped in as she trailed off. "An associate of mine recently lost a child as well. I have
no reference to what that's like, but it can't be easy. You being on your feet shows incredible strength."
Her laugh was hollow. "Thanks."
Angela and I peeled off our shoes to follow her into the living room. A ring of couches sat around
a small television overlooking a carpet covered in action figures. Several were Heroes we allowed
However, as using Rogue activity for entertainment profit was illegal, the ‘villains’ interspersed
"Oh goodness," gasped Susan, scrambling to pick them up. "Just let me…"
Angela, on the other hand, bent over to help her while shooting me the evil eye.
"Hon?" barked a gruff voice from the top of the staircase. Tyler Underwood, its owner, registered
"Mr. Skies, I hadn’t realized you’d arrived.” He winced. “Sorry for the mess."
"As I told your wife, there’s no issue. I understand this is a difficult time for your family."
As Susan cleared the toys, Tyler summoned their two boys from upstairs. One was too young to
Driven.
"Are you the Alpha Boss?" he asked as he climbed to the couch, then made an expression of
"We’re going to try," I told him honestly. “That's why I'm here. Maybe by learning about Sarah, I
It was never pleasant to explain to a grieving couple that their daughter’s murder was
premeditated, but I figured a lie would do more harm. "Yes. The associate I mentioned earlier had a son
killed in the exact same way. We're still trying to understand the why."
"Roots," I explained, "but you only get fruit from a whole tree. The killer and accomplice have
I decided to let the parents handle that piece of errand thinking. Switching the focus back to
Susan went still, so Tyler piped up. "Kind. So kind. Too kind, really. She always wanted to help. I,
eh, was hosing the plants once, and a frog got caught in the spray. She refused to release it until I'd
apologized and spent the weekend nursing it back to health."
"She'd often miss the afternoon bus," Susan continued. "It was always something. Raising banners
for the book fair. Helping a classmate find a ribbon. Even staying with one of the boys in the infirmary
because he hurt his knee." Her voice broke. "Everyone loved her. They said one of the older students
tried teasing her. The entire class came after him. I just d-don't understand w-w-why they'd..."
Tyler placed a reassuring hand on her thigh while Jasper's eyes darkened. Skin hardened to
diamond across the back of his hand, filling the room with a crinkling noise.
Jasper snapped out of his reverie and attempted to scrape them away. Unfortunately, as skin
wasn't in the habit of just peeling off, he failed. "I'm sorry, I'm usually better. Sarah used..." He cleared
his throat. "She was better than me at it. She used to teach me."
"Granite, steel, agate," he recited. "She was faster, but I'm tougher. Sarah said it was because I’m
thickheaded."
"It should've been me," he lamented frustratedly. "I could've taken the guy! She wasn't--"
"Jasper," I interrupted as metallic gray began to spread from his eyes. "Can I tell you a story?"
"Yes."
I beat resentment down before it reached my face. "Sometimes. But other times, I felt... less. My
brother is special and strong, too. He was already Bishop-Class at sixteen. A few years before that,
though, he lost a fight. Badly. He was too confident and ambushed a Rogue that nearly killed him. Long
story short, he got out, but I had to make a four-hour drive to Connecticut to make sure he stayed out."
"Yes, thanks to the police officer who noticed how badly I was swerving and pulled us over. He got
us to the hospital in time. When my parents arrived, they ignored me. They praised him and said how
proud they were that he'd mustered the courage to go after a Rogue, even though I was the one who got
"My father asked the old boss of SWORD to have special soldiers watch Matthius, my brother,
while he and my mom finished their mission. I snuck into one of their vans and stole a few grenades,
then jumped back into my mother's car to finish the job. It went about as well as you'd expect. Tremor
beat me within inches of my life and was about to haul me away for ransom when my dad arrived and
saved me."
I laughed. "Not really, no. The beating I'd received was punishment enough. My dad wasn't really
even angry, just annoyed that I'd delayed him. He dropped me off at home, then didn't even bother
grounding me or anything. He just said if I got in trouble again, he'd leave me to my own devices."
I shrugged. "Did the trick. Until I left home the next year. Point is that rushing into things is never
a good idea. I know the look in your eye because I've had it before. The frustration and helplessness. The
feeling that you could do something different if you were just given the opportunity. And you know
I leaned forward. "But more importantly, you're probably wrong. And if that's the case, you're not
going to be the only one who has to deal with it. Your mom and dad just lost their daughter. You're an
Alpha, Jasper. That means you have a responsibility to help people, just like your parents. And the best
Jasper’s face scrunched up. A supernatural undulation rolled down from his head to his feet,
Three seconds later, the transparent, studded texture turned reflective, metal gray.
"And graphene?"
That took him twice as long, and he only managed to turn his forearms to the inky, slick black
surface before he deflated with exhaustion.
"Alright, that’s enough. Go lay down for a bit, then drink some water. Well done, Jasper."
Susan caught my eye and lifted the other boy off her lap. "Tim, go with him."
They scampered up the steps. I steepled my fingers as I waited for the sound of a door closing.
Tyler shook his head. "Sarah was a complete shock, let alone Jasper."
"I'll be frank," I told them. "Tim is in no danger. This killer seems intent on hunting young
Alphas. Unfortunately, though, that means Jasper still is. And based on the power level of this... hunter,
"You have a choice. I understand separating from any of your children after what just happened is
the last thing you want to do, but he can't stay here. If they come back for him, we won't arrive in time."
"Quiet." I rose to my feet. Angela sensed my unease and did the same.
"Excuse me?" growled Tyler, rising as well. "I'm not sure who you think--"
"Is someone supposed to be on your roof?" I asked as I hit the panic button on my watch.
"She'll get your kids," I assured, motioning for them to follow me to the door. "But for now, we
I double-tapped my earpiece, feeling stupid for having left the Droids in New York. "Gary, start
The two followed me down the driveway to our Mercedes. I frowned. "Gary, do you read?"
No reply. That was strange. We were in the middle of the city, so the...
Fuck.
From my position in the driveway, I spotted Gary's head lolled back against his headrest, throat
I almost joined him. The knife trimmed the tips of my hair and continued, ramming into the side
of the Underwood’s Lexus. My attacker packed enough power to punch through the van's metal and
I ignored Susan's screaming to unholster the nine-millimetre resting in my jacket pocket and put
two rounds through the back of my assailant's knee. Alpha attackers were always tough, so I grabbed his
Just to be sure.
"You’ve gotta be shitting me!" Tyler moaned, gaping at the damage to his car.
A shadow fell over us, so I shoved him back while rolling away from the aerial assault of a second
Lovely.
My Scattato XC contained 20 rounds per mag. Four pinged off the Rogue's sleek pauldron.
Modified Kevlar, by the looks of it. Intimidating, until I noticed the gaps in the wrists, ankles, and neck.
No helmet, either.
His attack came far too fast to be anything but Alpha. Flat feet would've got me pulverized.
I slipped wide of the jab and stabbed my knife into his extended wrist. It didn't get through more
than a couple inches, but the shock stopped him cold. Long enough, in fact, for me to twist the handle,
I wasn’t surprised to hear the weapon hiss angrily. Heating to two thousand Kelvin had to be at
Now uninhibited by superhuman toughness, I dragged my blade through his arm. I rotated
against the shoulder to wedge leverage on the joint and brought the elbow down hard on my knee.
His scream went up at least nine octaves as the bone snapped with a wet crunch. I dislodged my
knife, kicked him back and shot him seven times in the head, careful to avoid the eyes and nose. As
expected, the bullets cut through his skin but couldn't penetrate the skull. Not that I wanted to kill him.
I used my right hand to switch comm channels and my left to reload. "Angela, sit-rep."
The Rogue flying through it glided over the driveway and crashed halfway across the street.
Angela glanced out to check he was still on his back, then waved to someone behind her.
The boys stampeded through the front door a minute later. Jasper was in full diamond, standing
Tyler and Susan rushed to their children while two other bodies fell from the second floor,
splatting to the asphalt around me. Angela vaulted out afterwards, though she landed gracefully.
She shook her head. "Gear and spread smell military, but I haven’t got IDs to prove.”
An important lesson gleaned from law enforcement courses is that shouting an order at a civilian
crowd will result in one of two things. One, they listen. Two, they freeze as their brain processes it.
The Underwoods did the latter, though Jasper's heightened reflexes allowed him to recover
quickest. Regardless, I just wanted to be sure they stayed put as the first Rogue Angela’d thrown was on
My pistol tagged four separate areas of his head. It hurt, no doubt, and the Rogue probably
thought that was as bad as things could get.
His kick passed harmlessly through her intangible legs; then his head snapped violently backward
from her very tangible fist. Angela offered no reprieve as her foot stomped down on his chest, burying
Tyler quickly looked over his children and nodded. "Yes. Yes, we're okay. Thank you. God, thank
you so--"
"Easy. Take a breath, Mr. Underwood." I holstered my weapons. "SWORD will cover the
damages. How about you two go back in the house while we give the surroundings a quick sweep?"
There was no need. My men and drones would already be combing the neighbourhood down,
but I wanted them out of the way. He nodded, waving his family back inside.
Before he could follow, though, I put a hand on his shoulder. "A word?"
Tyler kissed Susan reassuringly, then followed me over to a secluded corner near his totalled van.
"I don't know who those men were," I began. "We're not sure what they want, and you saw their
powers. I'm not trying to steal your kid, but his safety is both of our primary concerns." I produced a
He looked down at the paper in my hand, gritting his teeth before finally relenting.
I nodded. "We have a training facility just an hour off base. He'll be okay."
Tyler nodded tiredly. "I'll speak to Susan."
Angela waited for him to rejoin his family before coming up on my right. "They weren't here for
the kid."
"I got there too late. The three from the roof slipped in through windows. One of them led to
Jasper's room. The Rogue looked him dead in the eye and walked right past, which is where we met."
"They killed our driver. Fought me in retreat, like I was in the way. Then they ignore both
My statement came out in a disbelieving laugh. With everything going on right now, my own
safety was barely an afterthought. Internally, I knew my position as Director made me a target, but the
idea that someone would actively send Rogues to assassinate me in broad daylight was, well, laughably
absurd.
"We need to get you back to the Sheath." She turned to make for the house. "I'll tell the
Underwoods."
"No."
"Stand down."
Anger replaced her confusion. "You can't be serious. After all this, you're going to lie--"
"Jasper is still in danger. We don't know who these men are, and we don't have the means to keep
Angela's posture squared. The definition in her skin and eyes sharpened, a sign she'd increased her
atomic density.
"You better know what you're doing," she snarled before spinning and stalking away.
I turned back to the house. Jasper skipped out of it, sporting a fashionable Lightning McQueen
backpack. Tyler followed, lugging a travelling bag down the porch steps. Susan had Tim in her arms,
***
Travis did not want to interrupt. He wanted to stay as far from that godforsaken room as he could
If he found out that information was withheld from him, Travis would suffer a far worse fate.
Three knocks, he told himself. If no one answers in three knocks, I'll leave.
Travis hadn’t even reached the door before a booming voice barked, "What?"
Dammit! "News came in, sir. Thought, uh--" Travis cleared his throat. "Thought you might want
to hear it."
"Come in."
Travis obeyed.
Floodgates, still recovering from his altercation with Blacklight, sat in the back of the room,
picking at the cast on his arm. A few other Rogues Travis knew by heart but didn't dare meet in the eye
"Yes, sir. We got word from our men on the mainland. Skies survived."
He could taste the fear from the crowd around him. Failure, open and admitted, was grounds for
execution. And given the breadth of power he commanded; others could get caught in the crossfire.
Travis shook his head. "They don't think so. He fought off two while his bodyguard took three.
"We can't have that," sighed the Boss. "What do you suggest, Trevor?"
Travis swallowed. "We need to clam them up. We can't afford to be seen now, especially if
"Are you suggesting, Thomas, that we're not powerful enough to survive SWORD, led, for your
information, by a blank?"
"N-no, sir, of course not. Strength isn't the issue. No one is as strong as you."
"Obviously, so why?"
"Positioning. We still have a few more loose ends to tie up before the final act."
The Boss nodded sombrely. "LA isn't the final act. It's only the beginning."
Travis lowered his head subserviently. "Too right, sir. As I said, your reasoning is flawless."
The laughs were muffled enough for Travis to ignore his embarrassment. Everyone was too afraid
"Either we extract or execute. But time is running out, so execution is likely our best bet."
"We have contacts," said Travis. "Part of the system is compromised from the Denver purge, but
Travis frowned pensively. "Dead Cell is on standby after Blacklight caught Floodgates. We could
use him."
"You're an Alpha. Act like one. Twitching like an insect every time you speak to me is
unbecoming. More importantly, it fucking annoys me. Gain confidence, or I will kill you."
Travis tried and failed miserably to swallow the lump in his throat. "Of course, sir."
Then he ran.