Chapter 3: Engaging
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Brockton Bay, New Hampshire
Skitter could sense the inhabitants of the run-down house through her swarm, and she could tell they were Merchants. The street gang was notorious for their free use of various illegal substances, and the chemical smell and lack of hygiene were easy to detect. The house itself was a single story walk-up with a crawl-space for an attic, but there was a larger-than-average basement area. The basement area was probably where they expected to spend most of their time, and where they expected to keep their prisoners for trafficking. There were actually nine people inside the small house. Two were upstairs. These two had guns, and were probably supposed to be on guard, though they seemed to be lounging around. There were seven people in the basement and they had a mix of weapons. Two of the seven were stationary, though, and were possibly asleep, unconscious, or possibly restrained. There were several handguns and a shotgun in the basement, but they were set to the side. It was trivially easy for her to use bugs to jam up the mechanism. Skitter conveyed the information on the house's contents to the others.
"Pulse, do a loop around the block and make sure they don't have anybody on patrol or heading in-bound," she ordered. The large man nodded and took off at a jog. He could move like lightening when he was charged up, so he was ideal for checking their perimeter. The house was quiet for the ten minutes it took Pulse to return and confirm that the area was mostly empty. With that information, Skitter said, "All right. I'm going to send my swarm into the basement. You two take out the two upstairs. We can use the knock and smash. I'll head downstairs and put the fear of Skitter into them, and we can teach them not to stray into our territory." Merchants tended to be high, lazy, and poorly trained, so none of the three Undersiders were especially worried about the coming fight.
Regent walked up to the front door and gave it a knock. There was a muffled voice from inside, then Regent jumped to the side, and Pulse came barreling through at full speed, knocking the door from its hinges. The Merchant behind the door was slammed hard against the wall, and the spray of blood said he wouldn't be getting up again soon, if at all. Regent darted inside and jammed his taser scepter into the other stupefied guard, who was staring mouth-agape at what had just happened. The second guard dropped his machine pistol and spasmed to the floor. As he was lying there, Pulse came back around and punched down into the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.
Skitter, meanwhile, was swarming bugs of various kinds in through cracks in the walls. Even in January, there were enough bugs in the surrounding buildings to build up a sizable swarm. The gang had obviously tried to put out insecticide, but it was badly applied, and some of it was just stupid. Did they really think an insect controller would let her bugs climb into roach motels? Then again, those may have been there just for normal pest control, as the rooms weren't that clean. Regardless, there were more than enough roaches, spiders, and other insects pouring into the basement to cause the gang members to panic. They started reaching for weapons just as Skitter reached the basement stairs. One of them tried to bring the shotgun up to fire at her, but a couple of black widow bites made him drop the gun and stare in horror at the venomous spiders on his hands. She also had the ants and centipedes biting, and he probably thought that all of the bites he was feeling were more black widows. The other four Merchants in the room were too busy swatting at insects to even notice her when she walked into the room. That stopped when she walked up to the first Merchant, who was still staring at his hands, and smacked him in the side of the head with a security baton. The other four looked over at the sound, and their eyes widened in horror.
Using her swarm voice for effect, Skitter said,
"Merchants aren't welcome in this part of town. I thought we made that clear last time."
One of the Merchants seemed to panic and ran at her. It wasn't clear if he was running to attack or to try to get around her and up the stairs, but she grabbed him nonetheless and slammed him face-first into the door jamb. He fell back and didn't move. That was enough for one of the other Merchants to pass out on his own, the smell making it clear that he had pissed himself before doing so. The other two just huddled away from the horrifying insect mistress. Frowning to herself inside her mask, Skitter took three quick strides over to them and knocked them unconscious with her baton. Then she went over to the door into the second room in the basement and opened it, only to find two terrified teen girls huddled together. They were handcuffed to the bedpost of a bed whose frame was attached to the wall and floor with steel bolts. She used insects to pick the locks on the handcuffs, and they dropped off, startling the girls further. Not wanting to deal with them, Skitter used her swarm voice again.
"Now is your chance to run. Take it." With wide eyes, the two girls bolted out, screamed slightly at the unconscious gang members, and ran up the stairs. If they were lucky, then they would find somebody to help them. If they weren't...well, they were still probably better off than being held captive by Merchants.
Regent came down the stairs. He eyed the gang-members on the floor, then shook his head slightly. "There's nothing upstairs, other than the thirty bucks the two guys had on them. One of them had pills on him, but it was just Oxy." The union didn't deal drugs, so it was almost never worth taking as loot. The rare exception was the infrequent find of tinker-made drugs, some of which were quite valuable. Oxycontin was barely worth mentioning.
"Help me search down here," she said in her normal Skitter voice. The two went through the gang-members pockets, and then searched through the sparse furniture. They turned up slightly more than five hundred dollars in cash, the majority of which appeared to be an emergency stash. There was also a varied assortment of recreational chemicals, all of which got flushed -- mostly just to be petty.
"Shit, even their guns are crap," said Regent, looking over a cheap .380 semi-automatic that obviously hadn't been well maintained. He sighted down the barrel, ignoring the fact that he was aiming at one of the unconscious gangers, then made a disgusted noise and tossed the gun onto one of the couches, unfired.
Skitter just snorted. "They're Merchants, what do you expect? If you want good gear, you need to hit the Empire." The Nazis were more dangerous because they were better-equipped, but they were also more lucrative to loot for the same reason.
"Hey, we got a van pulling up outside," yelled Pulse from upstairs.
Skitter cursed to herself. The winter weather made it a lot harder for her to keep track of her surroundings. She could barely sense the vehicle pulling up outside thanks to ground vibrations. She motioned with her head that they were going up, and she and Regent both joined Pulse, who was looking out the window from behind blinds.
Outside, two Merchants jumped out of the cab of the rust-stained white Econovan. The driver ran to the side door and pulled it open, yanking toward the back. Out of the van stepped something that looked like a stout man covered in random debris -- the Merchant cape Mush. His power had something to do with armoring himself with garbage, though Skitter honestly didn't know if he had to use random crap or if it was just a Merchant thing. He was followed by two more Merchant's, though these two were each carrying a Kalashnikov-style assault rifle.
Overall, it wouldn't have been a big deal...if they had Über, Bitch and Tattletale along. Thanks to Tattletale convincing her father to hold them back, they were at half-strength. She considered her options. They could try and draw them into the building, but there wasn't a lot of space for Pulse and Mush to duke it out without Regent or Skitter getting caught in the crossfire. They could make a break for it, but that would look like they were running, which would undo some of the work they put into intimidating the Merchants. She decided to split the difference. They could engage outside, then run if it got to be too dangerous. "Pulse, I want you to hit Mush as hard as you can. Regent, I'm going to distract the guys with guns, then you do your thing to throw off their aim. Once they're occupied, we'll close range and try and take them out, then help Pulse finish off the cape."
The other two nodded their acknowledgement, and Skitter summoned up as much of her swarm as she could. She formed them into two swarm clones, with fliers carrying the biting and stinging insects that were available at this time of the year in New Hampshire. Maybe she could convince her dad to retire to Florida someday? The swarms there could be killer. The door was kicked open, and the two clones ran out at the gunmen, who raised their weapons. The two from the cab had to grope for theirs in their waistbands. Regent made a gesture, and the two assault rifle wielders jerked their guns off to the side as they fired. The idiot to the right had his gun on full auto, the recoil of which combined with Regent's attack sent the gun almost straight up into the air. That was enough to let Pulse, who had built up a good charge, dash out at super-speed and smash Mush into the side of the van, to the sound of much cursing from the trash cape.
Skitter followed Pulse out the door at a slower rate of speed, running up to the rifle-holder who still had some control over his weapon and hitting him with her baton. She heard two gunshots, and turned her head to see that the two pistol-wielding gangers had both fired their guns while pulling them out, again thanks to Regent. One moron had actually shot himself in the leg while doing so and was rolling around on the ground in pain, though he was probably lucky not to have given himself an impromptu vasectomy. The other had dropped the gun when it fired unexpectedly and was desperately scrambling after it. Meanwhile, Mush managed to grab Pulse's arm and toss him off to the side, away from the fight with the gunmen.
Skitter quickly turned her attention back to the riflemen. She took two sidesteps and slammed her baton into the temple of the one who was just now pulling his rifle back down to point at something other than the sky. He collapsed in a heap, and she went back to the other and gave him another whack, this time on the back of the skull. This sent him to the ground. While this was going on, Regent had walked over to the loser trying to pick up his pistol and hit him with his taser. He then kicked both pistols into a nearby storm drain. Skitter picked up the rifle from the ground in front of her and tossed it back through the front door of the house, taking it out of reach.
She then turned toward where Pulse and Mush were wailing on each other, one with charged up fists, the other with bits of debris and trash, including something that looked like half of a cinder block. Unexpectedly, Mush dodged backwards, then charged forward, pushing Pulse toward a boarded-up store front that had been a shoe shop back when the neighborhood was wealthier and less abandoned. This turned out to be deliberate, as when Pulse was within a few feet of the painted-over display window, a large figure smashed through it with a burst of steam and hammered into Pulse from behind, eliciting a cry of pain from Skitter's teammate. Trainwreck must have come in through a back entrance and waited for the right moment to jump into the fight. The odd Case 53 tinker was encased in what looked like a set of steampunk power armor. He and Mush together were more than a match for Pulse. What was worse was that they weren't ideal opponents for her and Regent. Her bugs would have trouble getting through their protections, and neither she nor Regent would last in hand-to-hand with either of them.
She turned, startled, at the sound of a shot from behind. Regent had extended the knife blade from his scepter. It was his backup weapon, as the scepter took time to recharge. He had stabbed it through the back of the Merchant whose rifle she had forgotten about, stopping him just as he was about to shoot her in the back. The two brute Merchant capes and her almost fatal mistake with the gunman made up her mind for her. She whistled out the signal to retreat back to base. Pulse extended a good percentage of his charge to knock Mush and Trainwreck back, and then Regent made sure they each stumbled. The three of them took off at top speed, heading back toward the DWU compound. They could hear the clanging sound of Trainwreck trying to follow, but neither of the Merchant capes were known for their speed. They also probably couldn't drive the van armored up like that, and their other drivers were all incapacitated. Still, Skitter didn't relax until the compound was in sight and she could see Bitch's dogs patrolling along the outer perimeter.
When they went to report, her father wasn't pleased. "The Merchants were able to chase you off?"
Taylor shook her head. "The three of us weren't enough to fight off two brutes by ourselves. We needed the whole team."
"Mush isn't much of a brute," commented Sarah snidely.
Zephron narrowed his eyes. "I had Mush handled until Trainwreck showed up, too. They were expecting an attack." The man was rubbing his bruised ribs as he spoke.
Danny shifted his gaze between Zephron and Sarah. "This is not a good result for us. It makes us look weak."
"So we hit 'em again," said Taylor, "but this time we take everybody."
Her father glared at her. "And then you walk into another ambush. Jesus." He rubbed his hands through his hair. "No. I want the whole team here tomorrow. Skidmark is an overconfident asshole. If he thinks he has the advantage, then he's going to attack here."
"We can take them if you let us go out!" she insisted.
Instead of responding, he strode over to her and slapped her. She didn't cry out, but she did jerk back, and kept her eyes lowered from his face.
"I said," he said slowly and evenly, "that I want the whole team here tomorrow. I'll call your school and tell them you're sick. Do you understand me?"
She nodded her head.
He waved them away at that. "Go take Zephron and have Stevie look at his ribs." Stevie had been a medical corpsman in the Navy, and was the informal nurse for the union. As the group began to file out, Danny added, "And Sarah, she was right when she asked to take the whole team. That was a shit call on your part." Sarah's face turned grim, but she nodded and then left with the others.
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
Winslow High School
Sophia sat down at her usual spot in the cafeteria. To her relief, Taylor hadn't come to school today for unknown reasons. She didn't really care why as long as she didn't have to put up with her and her crew. Most of the others were too meek to try anything without Hebert. That led to a generally good morning, and she was in good spirits when she sat down next to her usual lunch companions, Macy, Miguel and Cass. Macy was a tall, almost too-skinny black girl, while Cass was a petite mixed-race girl who had a black father and a Chinese mother. She barely topped five-four. Both were on the track and field team with Sophia. Miguel, on the other hand, was a quiet kid who shunned athletics in favor of music. He had joined the three a couple of years ago almost by accident when the girls had intervened to stop a group of ABB from hassling him. They had found the artistic kid to be easy company, as he didn't seem to suffer from the typical teen-aged boy affliction that saw girls as either things to covet or as incomprehensible aliens. His eclectic tastes in musicians also meant he had a lot of interesting things to say about pretty much any genre of music, which was nice when the girls disagreed about such things. Outside of school, Macy was the only one Sophia regularly hung out with, mostly because Cass lived a long way away and Miguel's parents were a little odd about him having a social life.
"I'm just saying his last album was a lot better," said Cass. Sophia rolled her eyes at Cass and Macy rehashing the exact same argument for what must be the third time.
"I really don't get why you think that..." started Macy, but she paused when Tim, one of the members of the boys' track team, came over to the table. All four of them looked over at him, wondering what he wanted, seeing as it was the off-season.
Instead of just standing and talking, Tim grabbed the empty seat at the table and sat down. "Hey," he started. "I heard something you probably want to know about. You girls know Ricky Dasich?"
Macy frowned. "Yeah, he's in my trig class. Little Empire wannabe?" The kid was a stereotypical skinhead, junior branch.
Tim nodded. "A few of us were hanging out by the east entrance before school, and I heard him talking to one of his friends. He was complaining how Mike and the other E88 wanted him to prove himself before they'd led him join officially. The other kid said he should pick an easy target, and he mentioned Miguel here by name." He nodded his head toward the other boy at the table for emphasis. Miguel's eyes widened a little in alarm.
"Who was the other kid?" asked Sophia.
Tim shook his head. "I didn't see him. I just heard them talking around the corner, and I didn't recognize his voice. He used Ricky's name, though, so it was pretty easy to figure out who one of them was."
Macy looked at him skeptically. "You sure he wasn't just messing with you?"
The boy shrugged. "Not sure why he would. I don't think they knew we were there, and even if he had...Ricky's the kind of moron who thinks most white people think like him. I doubt he'd think any of us would try to warn Miguel. None of my friends can stand those Empire assholes, though."
After a moment when everybody considered what they had heard, Miguel smiled at Tim. "Thanks for telling me," said Miguel quietly.
Tim smiled. "No problem. Watch yourself, now, right?" When Miguel nodded, Tim got up and went back to finish lunch with his own friends.
"So what are we going to do?" asked Cass.
The four of them exchanged looks. Finally, Macy shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure there's anything we
can do. It's not like telling the cops is going to make a difference." She fixed Migeul with a look. "Are you going to be safe going home on your own?"
"I...don't know. Probably, unless they attack me on the bus," he replied.
"No, that's not likely," said Cass. "My cousin is ABB, and he told me that most of the gangs treat the buses as neutral ground. Fighting on them gets too much attention and people start putting pressure on city government. If Ricky's trying to make a good impression, he isn't going to fuck that up."
Sophia looked at Cass in surprise. "Your cousin is ABB?"
Cass frowned. "He didn't have much choice in the matter. If you're Asian and live in certain neighborhoods, you're almost drafted."
"So you're good until the weekend, probably?" asked Macy, ignoring the byplay between Cass and Sophia. He nodded. "All right, we'll think of something before then."
The rest of lunch passed unusually quietly, as nobody seemed in much of a mood to make small talk. Sophia had to wonder, though, if there was something she could do. She thought back to her conversation yesterday with her father. She knew the last thing he wanted was for her to risk herself as a vigilante. She could defend herself if she was attacked...but that wouldn't help Miguel unless she spent all her time following him around. It also wasn't like she could explain
why she was following him, and the skinheads weren't going to back off because she was around. They would probably see it as a bonus. Sophia shuddered a little. Maybe her dad would have a better idea?
When she got home after going to the gym that afternoon, her mother told her that her father wasn't going to be home until early in the morning. He was working an extra shift to make up for taking off yesterday. Sophia spent most of the evening browsing the Web in a desultory fashion, unsure what she could do, or what she
should do.
Before bed, she spent a few minutes going through her clothing, trying to find something that would conceal her identity. Ultimately, she had to settle for black jeans, a black hoodie, leather winter gloves and a dark blue bandanna. It was a shit costume overall, but it would probably keep anybody from recognizing her if she needed to hide her identity. She set the clothing aside in a spare gym bag and tried to go to sleep.
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Thursday, January 13, 2011
St. John's, Newfoundland
"Why are you sending
me down there?" asked Anya irritably. She was standing in the teleportation room with Metis and William.
Metis looked at her with a toothy grin.
Anya waved disdainfully at her. "Don't give me that look. I've dated people with more teeth that that!"
Now the black lizard actually chuckled. "William had the suggestion that we try a locator spell for Richter while we're in his home, and you're the best witch on the team right now."
"You can't get Willow, or one of her students?" asked the currently-brown-haired girl. "I'm not exactly in practice."
"They're in the middle of a minor apocalypse, and you should be more than capable of a simple locator, Anya," said William with a little frustration in his voice.
"That's not the point! When you folks asked me to help, it was supposed to be mission support and money management, not risking my life looking for missing people on evil mirror worlds! I've got things to live for now that I'm finally having sex with somebody with proper depth perception again." she said crossly.
Metis looked at her, and her smile vanished. "Your husband is going to be fine, you know. He's a lot more sturdy than he used to be, and that's not counting his axe and amulet." Anya's husband, Xander Harris of Sunnydale, California, had saved his future wife's life right before falling through a dimensional rift. Through a variety of odd circumstances, he ended up meeting the Family and being gifted the hand-me-down axe of Thor, the god of thunder, and an amulet that protected him against magic that used to be in the hilt of the sword of the king of Atlantis. Between Family healing tech and his artifacts, he was more dangerous than most of the things he fought.
Her glare softened a bit, then she simply said, "Fine. You want the Mallachi Life Ward version, right? Something to see if the guy is still alive?"
"That would be ideal, thank you," replied Metis. Anya went to stand on the teleporter, and the lizard triggered the transport, making her vanish.
"What was that all about?" asked William. "She's not usually a skittish one." He tacitly ignored the odd comment on depth perception.
"It's the first time she and her husband have been apart for any length of time since he disappeared and came back, and she both misses him and is annoyed with herself for being so dependent," replied Metis. "She's also a little afraid one of them will get hurt, though she knows that isn't nearly as likely as it used to be."
William considered that. "Hunh. You know, you should work as a therapist."
With a smirk, she replied, "It's been suggested before. There are a number of reasons why it's a bad idea."
Down in Andrew Richter's old living room, Anya was looking around at the furnishings. She was distinctly unimpressed by the Spartan decor. Apart from being ugly, it made it harder to find things to use as the focus for her spell. She needed items he that held some meaning to him, or that he interacted with regularly. She assumed that the various spy devices scattered throughout the house had already registered her appearance, so she didn't want to waste too much time. The fake fireplace mantle held two pictures in frames. One was of an elderly couple. The other was of a cat. Making some assumptions based upon his taste in decorating, she grabbed the cat picture. Then she wandered over to the bookshelves against the back wall and started looking for something that had seen some use. The best bet was a worn and well-thumbed catalog, which she at first thought was from a toy company, but turned out to be filled with various weird future science gadgets. It seemed to be the most referenced book on the shelf, with worn spots on the cover.
Nothing else really seemed that personal on the ground floor, so she climbed the stairs to the second floor and went into his bedroom. If anything, that room was even more depressing. There was nothing interesting under the bed or hidden beneath the mattress. A search of the mostly empty dressers yielded a single pair of socks with a hole in the big toe and a pair of boxer shorts covered in flowers. It reminded her of the kind of shirts her husband used to wear in high school. Semi-reluctantly, she pulled the hopefully-washed underwear out with pinched fingers. She then sat cross-legged in the middle of the bedroom and poured out a circle of salt and sand from a pouch she had in her pocket. The shorts, the photo and the catalog all went into the circle. Two cheap birthday candles provided the flame aspect, and then she began chanting. The spell itself wasn't terribly difficult, and it also didn't call on any specific greater power. The second aspect made it useful when you were in a foreign plane or dimension and weren't sure which powers were available. The drawback to the spell was that it only gave you a sense of direction and a distance, rather than an exact location. On the plus side, it also let you know the overall level of health of the target in a general sense.
There was a brief flash of amber light, which presumably the spy cameras also caught. The result appeared as runes in the sand and was...slightly surprising. "Huh," she muttered. "You really have gone someplace strange, haven't you Mr. Richter?" Tapping her communicator, she said in a louder, clear voice, "All right, I've got everything I need here." With another flash, she dematerialized and reappeared back on the ship.
"Did you get a position on the guy?" asked William.
She shook her head. "No, he doesn't seem to be on the planet. He's alive, though."
"Interesting," said Metis. "Well, let's leave them something else for the watchers to examine." She popped open a panel on her armor and pulled out a stuffed animal. There was something written on the side in black ink. She put the toy on the floor in the teleportation zone and beamed it down to the house.
William snorted a laugh. "They'll either panic or be confused as hell at that."
"Why not both?" replied the lizard with a grin.
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Slightly more than seven minutes after Anya disappeared, a brilliant streak of light in the sky heralded the arrival of the superhero known as Legend. Reforming out of his laser-like breaker state, he surveyed the grounds around Richter's house and the surrounding land. There was no movement, which wasn't surprising if the intruder either was or was working with a teleporter or tinker, as she appeared to be from the spy camera footage. He had exceedingly keen eyesight, so he was confident he was alone on the property. He might not have seen somebody with a Stranger power, but they theoretically had monitoring for that on-site already.
He swiftly moved down to the bedroom window of the house below, and quickly had the screen off and the window open, as it wasn't locked. Inside, he examined the pile of items in the center of the floor. There were Richter's old things, what looked like a pile of sand, and some partially burnt birthday candles like you would see at a child's party. The last bit sent a slightly unexpected wave of sadness through him, but he pushed it down. He pulled out some evidence bags from the belt of his costume and collected everything, being careful not to touch any of it on the off chance that it was dangerous. When that was done, he carefully replaced the window screen and closed the window.
Moving downstairs, he traced the strange woman's steps. Other than the things she had taken for the strange little ritual, nothing was disturbed. However, in the living room where she appeared, there was a small stuffed animal on the floor. After staring at it briefly, he put that in another evidence bag to take with him, shaking his head a little at how nonsensical it was. Why the hell would somebody leave a stuffed dragon with a PHO address scrawled on the side of it in black marker? Frowning, he said, "Doorway to Contessa," then stepped through the portal and left the house in silence.
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The house was quite far away, so Cherish watched through the tinker tech scope as Legend arrived and entered the house. Putting the scope down, she then watched his actions inside the house through the cameras hidden throughout the residence. She watched him gather up everything left behind and look through the house for anything else of note. When he finally vanished through a portal, she picked up her mobile phone and hit a pre-set number.
"Papa, Legend showed up just as we expected. He collected everything the woman left, then disappeared into a portal." She paused to listen, then continued. "Mostly he was curious and confused. There was a brief wave of sadness when he noticed the stuffed dragon, for some reason. I don't believe he had any idea who she was or why she was in the tinker's house." If anything, he had appeared as perplexed by the situation as she was.
There was another pause as she listened to the phone. Then, in a surprised voice, she said, "You don't want me to stay? What if she comes back?" Another pause. "Very well. I'll meet up with Guillaume and we'll head back to Ottawa...I love you too." She smiled fondly as she disconnected the call.
It was odd. Whatever that woman did, her father seemed to think she had finished her task and wouldn't be back. Perhaps the
maudit Chaudron would have more insight into the matter? It was unlikely that she would find out in any event. With a shrug, she began to pack up her gear so she could go and meet with her brother. If she turned up again in Canada, then the Guild would look into it.
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She paused, looking over the transmissions from the house. Did that stuffed animal mean what she thought it meant? How could it? If it did...was it some kind of trap? Was the woman looking for Andrew Richter, or something else? There were too many unanswered questions...
Worriedly watching for any signs that her stalker was nearby, she considered her options. The safest bet was to try and get someplace reasonably safe, and then send messages to her contacts before sending an instant message to the PHO account written on the stuffed dragon. Her friends could check on any reply...and deal with the consequences if it
was a trap.
If it
wasn't a trap, then hopefully they could advise her on next steps. That decided, she made ready to leave. She had to keep moving if she wanted to avoid capture...or worse.
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Winslow High School
The morning was sunnier, but still cool. The sunshine made the trip to lovely Winslow a lot more pleasant, although Sophia was still nervous about seeing Taylor again. After getting off the bus, she kept her eyes open as she went into the school, but there was no sign of Hebert or her crew. Instead, Miguel was waiting for her at her locker.
"Miguel? Are you OK?" she asked. He looked really nervous for some reason, as well as over-tired.
"Sophia, you remember what Tim said yesterday?" At her nod, he said, "Well, I kept a lookout when I was going home. There were two guys who looked like Empire thugs watching to see what bus I got on."
Alarmed, she asked, "Did they follow you?"
He shook his head. "No...but it's not like it would be hard to find my address in the phone book. I think they wanted to see my daily route."
She frowned. That was a bad sign. "Can you stay late after school tomorrow?"
He grimaced. "My mother doesn't like me to be late. She has to take care of my abeula, and I help her when I get home."
Sophia considered that. "Maybe...all three of us could take the bus with you? They might leave you alone if they see you're with a group? I'll ask Cass and Macy when I see them in class. We can talk about it at lunch."
"It would make me feel better," he admitted, "but I don't know if it will be enough."
She patted his arm. "We'll figure something out. Don't worry."
He seemed slightly relieved, and went off to go to his own locker. After he left, Sophia began fretting about the situation. She knew she had options the other girls didn't...but that meant risking discovery as a cape. That would put her family at risk. Could she really live with herself if her inaction let Miguel get hurt, or maybe even killed, though? By the time the bell rang for home room, she didn't have any real answers.
On the way to the class room, she did finally see Hebert, but the girl seemed to be deep in conversation with Emma about something. Madison and the other hangers-on weren't around. Sophia quickly moved on to avoid drawing attention to herself.