Secondhand Origin Stories, Chapter 14
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Chapter 14
Issac’s contacts blanked out before Lasansky was even inside the garage.
No. Oh no no. Issac knocked his tablet against the metal chair. No sound effects appeared.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. NO SIGNAL.
Lasansky must have high-grade, government restricted signal blocking. Which meant the security systems signal was jammed, too. Which meant their phones weren’t working and they couldn’t call in their backup. He couldn’t even contact Martin. Which meant the whole plan was fucked, and how was Issac even supposed to draw information out of Lasansky when he couldn’t have a conversation with the man? Stupid. None of them had even considered signal blocking.
This meant Lasansky was deliberately isolating them. And he’d brought serious muscle. So much for Issac’s last shred of hope that he hadn’t been breaking bread with the bad guys.
Fuck. This was going to go so badly.
He looked up, could see Opal had realized that there was a problem, but couldn’t tell if she knew what it was. He wanted to tell her, but four figures rounded the corner, entering the huge open garage door. Lasansky and three goons.
Too late to explain. Too late to back out or fix the plan. All he could do now was trust the others, and bluff like hell.
Issac turned on an offended scowl, and pushed his shoulders back. Fear and anger had a lot of similar biological responses. Maybe he could make one look like the other. At least he could stop trying to hedge his bets. “What the hell, Lasansky. I already told you, I quit.”
Lasansky started yammering in response. Issac was shit at lipreading. Especially around that big plastic smile Lasansky was wearing. He strolled towards Issac and the diversionary tablet. This asshole. He could have actually helped. He could have actually saved and repaired lives.
Lasansky’s eyebrows tilted up. As if he was bargaining. A soft approach. He totally hadn’t realized his signal jammers were interfering with Issac’s contacts, so he probably assumed Issac hadn’t even noticed them.
Opal was leaning against one of the trucks with her arms crossed, looking annoyed but not, so far, ready to actually punch anyone. She said something to Lasansky, which distracted him. She didn’t like whatever it was Lasansky said back.
Maybe Opal could cover for Issac’s inability to converse, and Issac wouldn’t have to expose it. The two of them traded a few more lines while Issac tried to restrain himself from looking up to check on Jamie. Opal got increasingly worked up, and Lasansky, increasingly amused.
Issac couldn’t believe he’d let himself give this asshole the benefit of the doubt. Just because they both had to cover up a weakness, Issac had felt for the guy. He’d really wanted to believe that someone at the top could get it, and would still want Issac’s work.
Except it wasn’t really Issac’s work he was after.
Of all the stupid reasons to miss his hearing, wishing he had more distraction from his feelings right now had to be among the most stupid.
Issac focused on the henchmen. Two of them looked bored. One of them was looking something up on her phone. Whatever she found, her eyebrows went up. She leaned over to Lasansky, showing him. Lasansky laughed, quick and delighted, and with one last glance at Opal, he turned back to Issac.
Whatever leverage Lasansky thought he’d just gained made him turn to Issac with much less delicacy, and a lot more open demand. What did he have?
Issac’s attention flicked to Opal. She discreetly pointed at her other hand, which she positioned as if she was holding the drive. “I’m not giving you the data.” He clutched the useless thumb-drive-shaped slag in his hand, held it up a little higher, to make sure Lasansky had something to focus on. Stall stall stall…
More monologuing. It was hard to want to pay attention to the man. Issac glanced at Opal again. He’d have to rely on her to figure out when Lasansky had…had what? If they weren’t recording, then what was the goal, here?
One of the guards casually laid a hand on a holster of some sort.
Surviving was a good goal.
Lasansky had come in too close. Issac stepped back, but the back of his legs ran into a truck. Lasansky stepped in closer, and squinted at Issac. Issac caught a flicker of discomfort as Lasansky’s attention flicked to the goons behind him, and he pulled something out of his breast pocket.
Issac's blood ran cold.
Reading glasses. Lasansky put them on, and glared down his nose at Issac, who tried to look like he wasn’t having a heart attack at a very young age. He jutted out his chin in his best Jamie impression, and stared Lasansky down.
Lasansky wasn’t smiling now, and he was so close, Issac was fairly sure he lipread “What have we here?” Issac wanted to shove him away, but the only altered on his side in here was unarmed. Even Yael would take a while to rush in. And they had no backup, and they couldn’t call for help, and--
Lasansky laughed. He straightened, taking his glasses off before turning back to his goons and tapping his Botoxed crows’ feet.
Damn Issac's dark eyes, Lasansky had seen that Issac’s contacts weren’t working.
Lasansky turned around with a speed Issac hadn’t expected from a man Lasansky’s age, and grabbed him.
* * *
It was the only opening Jamie was going to get.
She focused on trusting Opal and Yael. She had to convince herself that they would handle the situation in the garage for a few more moments. Otherwise, all of this was for nothing. Jamie was the only one inside who was still able to move freely, and the noise of Lasansky and Issac grappling for the prop covered her movement.
She slipped off of the top of the truck, straining to reach the guard rail of the upper walkway and hauling herself on, squeezing under the lowest railing. She’d get back as fast as possible.
She crawled on her belly down towards the VIP suite, up on her feet once she was out of sight. She tried to ignore the sounds behind her. She eased the door open, slipped inside, and closed it again. She checked her phone. She’d been right about Issac’s reaction-- no signal. They really were on their own. No time to be embarrassed that they hadn’t considered that possibility. She had to act fast.
She’d never gotten around to pulling Issac’s bug out of her guitar, but the old Z-wave technology in it shouldn’t be bothered by the signal blocker.
The damn bug was hard to pull out. It was lucky her hands were so small-- she had to fit one almost completely into the guitar before she could scrape it out, snapping the strings with alarmed little pings.
There were footsteps and muffled voices coming from down the hall. She ducked behind the sofa furthest from the door and checked her phone again. Success! A direct link from the bug to her phone, no outside signal required. Everything would be recorded.
The suite door opened. “--Janet can handle one dumb altered kid.” Opal.
“Oh my G-d, look at this. It’s a whole trash apartment. What’s LodeStar’s kid doing in a heap like this?”
“Maybe Daddy didn’t like his new little supervillain-spawn girlfriend.”
Jamie was trapped.
“We’re not being sneaky, right? We can just turn the place out?”
A loud clatter, like a drawer hitting the floor, was the only answer.
If they ransacked the room, they’d find her. She looked around frantically, but anyplace big enough to hide her would be big enough for them to look. At least there was no research for them to find.
There was going to be a fight-- Jamie against two altered men. By herself.
This was the kind of do-or-die moment she’d imagined for herself all her life.
She’d always imagined, in that moment, that she’d finally feel bigger. Stronger.
So far, no dice.
She slowed her breathing the way years of fighting for oxygen had taught her to do. She stayed still. She couldn’t dart them yet. They were both faster than she was, and armed with more than darts.
But she could record them, from here. She could keep still and wait.
“What the-- Mark, lookit this shoe. It’s tiny. How many kids have they got up here?”
“Forget that, look at these pants. Fucking giant. I’m not worried about Thumbelina, but we should wrap this up before whoever’s pants these are gets back. Could be an actual fight.”
“You don’t think LodeStar or Helix or somebody--”
“In this dump? It’s a squat for runaways. Hold on, this looks like the kid’s stuff.”
More rustling. More digging. A few steps in either direction could expose Jamie. She felt sick. Her heart hammered hard enough to make her hands shake no matter how slow she breathed. Her ears were ringing.
The rustling of clothes turned into the rustling of paper as Jamie tried to remember any paper in the suite. One of the guards barked a laugh. “Holy shit! ‘If you’re reading this, then I failed--’ Kid’s already written as good as a suicide note for us! Ha! It’s like he knew we were coming and baked us a cake.”
The letter Issac told them about yesterday. The one that explained about Martin. She couldn’t let anyone actually read it all the way through. And them wanting Issac to have written a suicide note--
“OK. So, kid dies of tech overdose, and when the boss finds him, the Flynn girl attacks, because she’s mad her dad’s locked up. So, we have to take her down. Doesn’t get any neater than that.” What could she do? She had to find an opening-- any opening…
A loud crack of a noise from outside shocked her. She’d heard it before, mostly on TV. It was a gun. Then clattering in the room, as the guards moved towards the window. Their earbuds made noises Jamie couldn’t make out. One of them barked an answer. “Do you need backup?”
The other’s voice was hushed with horror. “Ezekiel--”
A long silence as they watched whatever was going on outside. How could anyone mistake Yael for Ezekiel? There were no more gunshots. Nobody moved. Jamie waited, and prayed.
“They won’t catch up to him,” one of them said. Jamie gave a slow, even exhale. Yael was safe. But Yael was gone.
Jamie didn’t feel bigger, or stronger. If anything, she felt smaller.
But it was good. Like she was distilled down to her most basic components, with no room left for doubt or panic. She could still feel her fear, feel her heart rattling in her chest, feel the weaknesses of her body, but they were dull and distant. They felt unimportant, compared to the glow of a perfectly clear mission.
“Bridgewater must have sent him. Explains the bait.”
“If that was Ezekiel, he wouldn’t have run. I’ll take this to the boss. Hurry and finish up. I want to get out of here.”
The door opened, and shut.
Which left just one guard with Jamie.
Her opening. She stood, raising her arm. He’d half turned away, but saw her in his periphery. His reflexes were much faster, but his taser was holstered. He’d gotten it out of the holster and half raised by the time Jamie steadied her hand to shoot.
First his hand dropped, then his eyes rolled back, and he went over, smashing his head on the corner of the dresser on his way down. Jamie picked up the taser and shoved it in her cargo pocket, next to her inhaler. She’d never used one before, but she’d watched videos. It would have to do.
She headed back into the hall.
* * *
Every line of the pilot’s face made it clear-- there’d be no bloodless end to this fight. He wouldn’t give up any more than Yael would. Xe knew he was altered. Xe couldn’t afford to hold back.
Three wet snaps shuddered up xyr arm. Crinkling, crackling hot and cold ran over xyr hand. Xe tightened xyr fist.
He was breathless, but his voice was bold. “This was your mistake, monster! I would have just run!”
Monster. Monster. As if he deserved to use that word on xyr. Yael growled back, “I’m not afraid of you, and I’m not afraid of what I have to do. I won’t let you get away.” Xe lunged. He only partially blocked the blow, but to xyr surprise, he grabbed for xyr arm. The grip was wrong for a throw, and not even secure.
Electricity arced from his skin to xyrs, racing across the highly conductive exoskeleton. Lighting burned up xyr arm and sizzled towards xyr spine. Yael’s arm went rigid.
Electric shock ability. That was impossible. The Detroit line had never achieved it. Only Papa could do that.
The pilot didn’t smile at his short triumph. He edged back, hands up, not in surrender, but prepared to attack. “I’m from South Dakota, too. I know that skin. I never saw your face last time, but I know who you are.”
Yael screamed. Xe’d never have imagined xe could make such a feral sound. Xe attacked again, faster, with more conviction. Finally, after all the confusion, all the fear, there was something to attack. Something to do. A surefire way to protect. Xe felt a crack of bones under xyr fist, but it wasn’t enough. Not a crunch or a shatter. The pilot flew a few feet. His landing was graceless, but his recovery was lightning-fast. “Who are you?” Yael demanded. He shouldn’t exist. Couldn’t exist. No one with Papa’s ability had lived. These powers should never have hurt xyr.
“Your damned cult couldn’t kill all its experiments. We found ways to survive. Fewer sacrifices to your sick, twisted religion. We won’t be conquered by you or any of your kind!”
“My kind? MY KIND?”
“How did you disappear for so long? Did Bridgewater cover you up, too? What is he planning?”
“I am not Ezekiel!” Yael screamed. “I’m not Miriam and I’m not Solomon and I don’t serve Nodiah! I am Yael, and I’m going to kill the villain who attacked my family!”
This time when xe attacked, he shot backwards, and didn’t counter. He hesitated.
“What do you mean, you don’t serve Nodiah.” He circled. It wouldn’t matter. Xyr reach was much further than his. “I know you’re not Lasansky’s. If you’re not APB, then why did you attack me? Who are you?”
“You almost killed them. You left Issac vulnerable forever. Damaged everything in my life. You are a terrorist, attacking kids in their own house. Issac never did anything to you.”
Issac. Xyr pounding heart spasmed. Xe needed to get back to protect them. But xe couldn’t protect them with this supervillain running free.
Xe attacked again. Xe feinted a punch, which he blocked, but xe swept xyr leg behind his. He got in a punch to xyr head in the same moment, stunning xyr long enough to let him get back up before xe could try again.
Xe was a better fighter than this. Xe should have dropped him by now. He was sloppy, untrained. Xe’d prepared for this xyr whole life.
Yael fought to keep the xyr temper stoked as real remorse entered his face. Xe could barely hear him over the ringing in xyr ear.
“LodeStar’s kid. That’s who you’re fighting for?”
“He’s my brother,” xe growled. “And you hurt him. You drove him out of his house, his family--” Xe was telling him too much.
“I wasn’t aiming for them! I didn’t even see them!” He stopped, studied xyr face. Xe should have attacked, while his guard was lowered. But being seen was too tempting. “You. You were the big heat signature. You were with them, weren’t you?” His fists lowered slightly, and Yael’s vision blurred with tears that couldn’t escape xyr silver-black inheritance. “Who are you? Another escapee? Like me? Why were you in the tower?”
Yael didn’t lower xyr own fists. “I was there. Yeah, you attacked me, too. I could have forgiven that, but you attacked my siblings. In our home. And Issac won’t recover.”
Xe attacked again. A roundhouse kick earned xyr another painful shock, temporarily locking up xyr leg. Xe struck back with a specialized attack of xyr own, and pulled heat from his body into xyr fist, dragging a shocked choking sound out of him along with it. Xe blocked a blow, but his electricity arced from his hand to xyr chest, dangerously close to xyr heart.
That was enough to stun xyr, and he tried to get past Yael, to the only exit. Yael grabbed him by his shirt, throwing him to the ground.
Xe should have beaten him by now. If xe could just think straight, past the blood rushing in xyr ears...
Xe accepted multiple hits to secure one of his arms to the ground with several inches of ice. Pulling so much heat out of the air, all at once, hurt worse than his electricity.
This time, he grabbed xyr throat, just like xe had grabbed the kidnapper’s throat two years ago. Xe knew what he’d do a moment before he did it, but xe didn’t evade fast enough. The shock lit up Yael's spine, and xe couldn’t even move enough to scream at the pain.
It seemed to last forever. Even when he stopped, xyr nerves screeched and jumped, leaving xyr dizzy and disoriented as he tried to free his arm from the filthy asphalt. Xyr voice was rough and crackling. “You…almost killed them.”
“I didn’t mean to!” he yelled defiantly. He tried to use his electric powers to free his ice-encased arm. The ice made his tiny lighting arcs go wild, burning little holes into his restraint. Yael sucked more heat from the air, which pulled his lightning right into xyr hand, burning. But the hole he’d chiseled filled obediently back in.
He punched, but his left arm was less coordinated and not as strong. One skilled blow knocked Yael sideways as it connected solidly with xyr jaw.
Xe was making stupid mistakes. But xe’d never sparred using xyr other powers before. And never fought xyr father’s electricity. Never expected to. Xe wasn’t prepared. Xe was losing energy, losing focus.
“Why did you help Lasansky?” xe demanded. “Did you think he’d set you free? You’re going right back where you were!”
“I was supposed to die!” He kicked xyr off, and positioned himself as well as he could when he couldn’t get the lower half of his dominant arm off the ground. “The tower was supposed to shoot me down. I don’t know why it didn’t. I was never getting out of this.”
“Did you want to kill that badly?”
“He said he’d let my mom go,” the pilot panted, his voice full of pain. “She’s sick. One of the altered-specific problems. They said she’d have to be in a clinic for months for her to even stand a chance. They say she’s too dangerous to let out that long. She’s a sick, old woman! I was never getting out. I accepted that a long time ago. But she still could.”
Yael faltered.
“Listen to me,” he pleaded. “Bridgewater is killing us. It’s genocide. Legal genocide. He’s been rounding us up for years, over anything. Now he’s going to--”
“I know about the bill!” Yael spat. “It only has a chance of winning now because you’ve made people afraid of us again! By attacking my brother!”
By protecting his family. Xe crouched, each of them out of the other’s range. Xe pushed xyr pain down. Xe could handle this. Xe was built for this. And xe needed to understand. “Then why’d you run?”
“Because I hit you, instead of Bridgewater. I failed. He said the deal was off. As if a commercial pilot knows anything about reading infrared signatures like that! I’m not going to get a second chance to save her. So there. Your brother’s hearing for my mom’s life. Does that satisfy you? With whatever you came after me for? Or do you still need to kill me, too?” He was brave. And loyal. Was this really who xe should fight?
“You can’t trust Lasansky.”
“Oh, you think? Damn, I never noticed that before, rotting in his prison for all these years. He blackmailed me into killing someone for him! But he’s the enemy of my enemy, and I want my mom to live.”
“The enemy of your enemy came over here trying to get his hands on brain altering nanites. Who do you think he plans to test them on?”
The pilot recoiled as far as the ice would let him, shock and revulsion on his face. Over several shaky breaths, grief, then hopelessness, tore him down. His shoulders drooped; his free fists fell loosely to the floor. His eyes dropped as he gave up on defending himself.
Yael sat on the ground, mind and body reeling. The truth had hurt him more than Yael’s fists or exoskeleton could. It made him too relatable to punch. Just like Yael, he’d been trying to protect his family. Just like Opal, he’d been trying to protect his family from Yael’s family.
Xe reached up a hand to xyr phone’s earbud, suddenly realizing xe hadn’t heard anything from the others. Xyr ear was empty. It was just the bud that came with xyr phone. It wasn’t meant for fighting. It could’ve fallen out at any time. Xe pulled out xyr phone, but it was hopelessly smashed in all the fighting. They couldn’t call xyr. Anything could have happened by now.
Xe shot to xyr feet, staggering, but righting xyrself fast. “I have to get back. I left them back there--” Xe’d chased the muscle instead of the mastermind. Stupid.
Xe looked at the grieving man xe’d trapped on the ground.
Yael decided to trust. “Help me take down Lasansky. You’re not the one the APB really wants, he is. Help them.”
“And what, they’ll let me go? Let my mom go?”
“I…I can’t promise you anything. I’m seventeen. I’m not a superhero, and Nodiah only talks to me when he feels like it.” The pilot lifted his head. “But I swear, you’re not the only one against that bill. You might be the best person to bring Lasansky down. He blackmailed you into trying to kill someone.”
Xe moved forwards, and he raised a half-curled fist. Yael paused, and moved closer. He let xyr. Xe placed xyr hand on the ice, and squeezed, carefully, setting him free. Xe looked him in the eye. “I don’t want to fight you. We were both just defending someone we love. None of them will get anything out of either of us dying. We both want justice.”
He moved away, standing, but he didn’t try to leave. Yael stood, too. “Come back with me. I’ll give you any protection I can. I’ll ask my family to help. Please, help me stop what Lasansky’s made. See him locked up. See where that can lead. You can’t kill Nodiah, now. But you can do this.”
He watched xyr, warily. “I have to go,” Yael nearly pled. “I left them alone and I shouldn’t have, and I have to go protect them. Will you help me?”
It was fair that he hesitated, but Yael couldn’t afford to give him the time this deserved. He looked at the opening of the alley. Xe wouldn’t stop him, if he left. Xe wouldn’t prove xyrself at his expense.
“My freedom for the chance to change things. Again.” He sighed, and braced himself, rolling his shoulders. “OK. Let’s go.”
* * *
When was Opal supposed to step in? When Lasansky grabbed Issac, she and the guards had all taken one step, then froze. If any of them touched Issac, or if Opal tried to help him, then this fight was going to escalate instantly.
Issac could let go of the drive at any moment. It was just a prop. If he was still grappling Lasansky over it, then he was still playing along.
So Opal stood, every muscle tense, as the guards stared at her, unmoving, ready. They weren’t interested in Issac.
She jumped as the sound of a gunshot from outside shattered any illusion of control, safety, or a real plan.
Yael was out there.
Even Lasansky’s head jerked up in shock at the noise. Issac clocked him. He had no idea his sibling had just gotten shot at-- or maybe shot. Yael could be bleeding out right now.
This was what Opal had signed on for. This was the future she’d fought for. She was terrified. She froze. One of the altered guards pinned Issac on the ground.
Too slow, she moved to help Issac, but a click behind her stopped her cold. It was a taser. They all had tasers-- she’d seen them when Lasansky’s posse came into the garage. They might not be guns, but they’d drop anyone from the Detroit line hard. She tried to think of something she could do that wouldn’t just get her instantly killed. She came up blank, and stayed frozen.
Lasansky bent and picked up the emptied flash drive. It was just a prop. She had to focus. Even if Yael was shot, xe might take hours to bleed out. Opal strained to hear some sign, but only heard running. Lots of footsteps running towards them, and much heavier feet running away.
They’d driven Yael away.
That was the only one of them who could fight, gone. Chased off by bullets. Opal couldn’t even blame xyr, but now what was she supposed to do? Issac was on the ground. Jamie had disappeared-- guards had walked by her hiding place and not seen her. Opal was on her own. This was not how this was supposed to go down.
Lasansky dabbed blood off his mouth, then bent stiffly and retrieved Issac’s tablet. He plugged the drive into it as several of his guards came running up the driveway. Their ruse was about to get noticed, and Opal still had barely even moved. There were so many guards, now. So many weapons. Sweat ran down her neck slowly. That and her hammering heart were the closest things to motion she could manage.
Opal couldn’t imagine Lasansky brought this many people and the pilot if he meant to leave witnesses.
Lasansky leaned against a truck, trying to boot up the tablet, ignoring Opal and Issac as irrelevant. Issac looked up at her from the floor where he was getting held down. He was scared, but he was angry, too. And he was waiting.
He’d grown up with superheroes. He expected her to do something. To save them. This was the future she’d fought for. Why had she believed she could do this? She couldn’t see any avenue out.
One of the guards who’d gone upstairs clanged back into view across the metal walkway. He didn’t have Jamie. He was waving a sheet of lined paper and smirking. “Sir, I found something. The kid pretty much wrote his own suicide note. Talks about not surviving the trial and everything--”
Suicide note?
She looked back at Issac, who saw where she’d been looking and craned his neck to look at the stairway.
He’d been fighting from the start, but now was nearly tearing his own arms out of their sockets in his desperate, and futile, struggle.
This must be the letter he’d told them about last night. The one that explained Martin. Today’s death toll might reach out even past this garage.
She had no good avenues. So she picked the only bad one she could even come up with. She launched herself at the stairs, raising a fist she’d just learned to make.
The guard blocked her easily, but he dropped the letter. He grabbed her in midair, and threw her off course, slamming her body into the unforgiving metal railing of the stairway. It was hard enough to stun her, knocking the air out of her body. He held on, drawing back a fist she wouldn’t know how to block.
Opal’s frozen mind clicked over. She realized she did have an advantage on her side.
She knew the terrain.
She pressed back into the railing, grabbing it so she could lift and kick out with both feet. He stepped out, and her feet barely skimmed his shirt, but it gave her just enough time to jump backwards over the side of the railing. She took off running. Not towards the door, as badly as she wanted to check on Yael. As badly as she wanted to get away. No, she ran the length of the garage instead, past the line of trucks. She heard the guards following her. What choice did they have? She was the only threat left. And it’d make some room for Jamie and Issac to do anything they could think of.
She had the barest scrape of seconds to find some sort of plan. A sketch of an idea started to materialize as she fumbled through it...They had tasers, But Opal could play that game, too.
At the farthest truck, she tried to skid to a stop. Her sneakers shredded under her, the smell of burnt rubber blowing past. She just avoided falling as her bare soles found the concrete. Their shoes were built for this; hers hadn’t been, and her trip had cost her time.
Now that she’d unfrozen, she could hardly keep up with her brain’s orders. She gripped the sole of a shoe in each hand, a little bit of extra protection against her next move. They were so close now-- close enough to shoot her.
Opal tore the thick, industrial charger cord off the truck with a clang and a silent prayer to God to not let this be as reckless a gamble as it felt. In one sharp snap of motion, she tore the safety latch off the cord, hoping the rubber soles would give her some protection from the current. It did, a little, but she felt a painful warning tingle in each hand. She gripped the cord and whipped it out towards her attackers.
In the air, it hardly did more than spark, but when it glanced off one of the trucks, lightning arced out in every direction. They had tasers? She had an industrial truck charger!
Two of them dove out of the way. A third one got hit, and Opal paused, horrified, as small bolts of lightning raced over his rigid, contorted body. She yanked the cord back off of him, and he dropped.
Her moment of empathy gave the next guy time to dart forward and knock her in the kidney. She buckled, her grip on the cord going slack as her knees tried to collapse.
She snapped the cord again, ripping it at the bend. Electricity arced. Some of it leapt to her hand, shooting through her body and freezing her arm, rooting her feet, freezing her into inaction again. The guard tried to retreat. One of her hands was only slowed, not frozen. She shoved the cord into his body. The electricity released her.
His scream cut off after a single burst of pained sound. His face lit up red, purple veins bulging in his neck.
She dropped the cord and leapt backwards, trying to keep the layout of the garage at the forefront of her mind. This was almost sort of working.
The second man didn’t fall to the floor like the first, but he dropped to one knee.
She only saw three of them left.
That number seemed off.
Opal heard a click behind her. She was always going to remember that sound after today. If there was an “after today” for her.
She dropped to her knees, and grabbed a huge toolkit by its handle. She came up in a spin. She didn’t hit the guard, but she knocked the taser out of his hand. She brought the toolkit down on top of it. She could make out a satisfying crunch under the clang of the impact.
The air smelt like burnt meat. How much of that had she caused? How much of that was her body?
A kick to the side of her head took her by surprise. She hit the floor, hard. The steel corner of the toolkit tore a hot red line across her temple. The next kick connected with her ribs while her ears were still ringing. Then another, to the base of her spine.
She curled in on herself, arms over her head for some scrap of protection, as pain closed in around her. They’d caught up. She’d lost her weapon. Her knowledge of the garage wouldn’t help her here. There were just too many of them, and there was nobody left to help her. They were probably all going to die, and Martin would be taken apart, and Opal couldn’t do anything about it. She reached out for the toolkit she’d dropped. A boot ground her wrist into the concrete.
This was the life she came here to find. She wasn’t ready for it to be so short.
She squinted open one eye, desperate to find any advantage. Any blessing to help her survive just a little bit longer. To grab any little chance.
All she could see was one of the guards, glittering a sickly green. His expression impassive, barely annoyed. This was just work, to him. Beating Opal was just a job, like hauling furniture. If he killed Opal, it’d mean less than scratching a customer’s antique armoire.
All the fights Opal had held herself back from, waiting for her chance to make a difference, and here she was, beaten by people who didn’t even care. She hoped Issac and Jamie would survive this. She hoped Yael was OK, wherever xe was.
Eventually, the Sentinels would come. They’d know better than to believe Lasansky’s lies, and the APB was already on his scent. Maybe Jamie had even found some way to make the recording. She wouldn’t have deserted-- she must be doing something to help. Somewhere.
At least Lasansky could never get the nanites. She squeezed her eyes shut, felt tears mingle with blood on her face. Daddy was gonna be so mad...She’d gotten in over her head right away. Had her life chewed up by the same system that took him away.
Opal came here to be a hero.
She’d wanted to do so much more than this. She wanted to be so much more than this. Aldis was going to come back to work to find Opal’s blood all mixed in with the oil on the floor. She felt ribs crack. Would Lasansky clean up the crime scene, or would the Sentinels show up and find Jamie’s little body, broken apart upstairs?
She’d never been so hopeless. Not in the boxing ring. Not in the courtroom. Never. She was going to die, and she couldn’t protect anyone.
Fuck it. If she was gonna die, she wasn’t gonna do it curled up on the floor. These lukewarm killers-for-hire were the same people who tormented her daddy, and she was finally able to fight them the way she’d wanted to since she was ten years old. She’d at least go down swinging.
She struggled to push herself up against the boots and blows. Gained an inch. Another. Got knocked sideways. Pushed again.
A body hit the ground in front of her. Her other attackers paused to stare at their comrade suddenly slack on the ground. Opal didn’t have time to question it. She grabbed the tool kit and swung. It took out two of them at the knees. She rolled again to avoid one of them landing on her, and came up in a crouch.
The woman from before was already aiming at Opal. Opal jumped as hard as she could and banked off a trailer. The trailer rocked, and Jamie, perched unexpectedly on top of it, almost fell over. Not shot or beat to death. Not yet. Opal almost missed the exposed metal beams of the ceiling, but got a hand around one. The woman’s aim followed her, smoothly, still professional despite the pained noises of her fellow guards all around her.
She shot the taser up at Opal.
Opal knocked open the toolkit, sending a shower of metal down and knocking the taser’s connectors away. Electricity arced all around her.
And Opal was holding on to a big metal beam. She swung and dropped, landing on top of the truck trailer Jamie was on. Three of the guards followed her. The last three? Opal threw the empty tool kit at one of them. He staggered, but it wouldn’t keep him down for long.
He fell off the side of the truck, completely limp. Just like the other one. Jamie knelt behind Opal, Bion’s gauntlet raised.
Two left. Opal launched herself at one of them. Jamie wasn’t a superhero, but having backup and seeing at least one of her team safe stoked Opal’s fire. She and the guard traded a blur of blows, but this was where Opal was at a major disadvantage. She fell for feints, and couldn't automatically calculate leverage like the guard could.
New tactic-- teamwork. She swiveled, getting the guard between Opal and Jamie-- risky, but it worked. His attention was divided, and even though he torqued Opal’s arm around hard enough to force her to one knee, Jamie got a dart into his calf.
He might have been from a different line. He fought the tranquilizer, and for one terrifying moment, Opal thought they might have an opponent they had no good way to KO. After a breathless second, he fell, nearly dragging Opal off the side of the truck as he dropped.
But the move had cost them and distracted Opal. The woman guard from before was on Jamie, and had pinned her wrist under one bloodied boot. No more gauntlet. Jamie struggled, but she was too slow, and even going for the woman’s knees, she got no reaction. The woman drew back a fist.
Auntie’s comment about Opal punching a non-altered and them exploding raced through her mind. One punch from the guard would be all it’d take.
Another leaping tackle, and Opal hit dead-on, grabbing the guard around her open torso, knocking her halfway off the truck. The woman responded with some kind of spinning, half-airborne move Opal could barely track.
She didn’t need to take the guard down. She just had to hold her still long enough for Jamie to actually aim. Opal tried a grapple again, but was thrown off almost immediately. Opal moved behind her, trying to make her turn her unprotected back to Jamie. She grabbed; was shaken off. Punched-- was blocked. Got punched, and staggered.
She saw Jamie out of the corner of her eye. She was trying to shoot, but apparently the guard’s boot was more than the vintage tech could handle. The gauntlet was out of commission.
Opal got knocked down, but thankfully not stunned this time. She saw Jamie dig something out of one of her pockets.
It was a taser.
But they were all on a big metal box. Knocking the guard out wouldn’t do any good if they were all knocked out, too. Jamie and Opal locked eyes. Opal nodded. She rolled up as fast as she could, barely escaping a kick, and rushed Jamie. She caught Jamie around the waist and jumped.
She grabbed the ceiling beams just as Jamie discharged the taser. The guard woman had jumped after them, and Opal had to lift her legs with an unheroic squeak as their electrified attacker almost crashed into them. The woman went limp in midair, falling to the floor. Opal winced at the impact.
They dropped back to the top of the truck.
No one else came to attack.
But sound to her left drew her attention. Lasansky was bruised, bleeding, and his nose was broken, but he had a gun to Issac’s head, and was backing out of the garage. Making a run for it.
Opal moved to the edge of the truck. Lasansky screamed at her and Jamie, “Don’t try it! I will shoot him.”
Opal couldn’t get to them from here, not faster than he could pull a trigger. And they were out of weapons. They watched helplessly as he dragged Issac backwards.
Just as bloodied as Lasansky, Issac dug in his heels, fighting as much as he could with a gun to his head. He was still scared. He was also still furious.
Then his expression changed in some kind of realization as they nearly got to the door. His head snapped up, looking out the door. “Dad?!”
Lasansky spun, Issac forgotten, as he trained the gun out the door, frantically preparing to fight LodeStar.
Issac backed up just enough to slug Lasansky across the face.
The man reeled, gun lowering slightly. Issac grabbed it and backed away from Lasansky, but threw the gun on the ground. Damn it!
Jamie squirmed in Opal’s arms, then threw her gauntlet down. It hit Issac in the head, but he caught it. This was tech he knew, and he opened some invisible hatch with perfect efficiency.
Lasansky realized that LodeStar wasn’t here. Just as he was swinging around to face Issac, radiating rage, Issac threw the gauntlet at him. Tiny darts, almost too small to see, burst out of the gauntlet in a cloud of sparkly weaponized tranquility.
And Lasansky went down.
For a second, everything was still. Opal could still hear some pained noises from the other side of the garage, but nobody appeared to attack them.
They stood there, looking around, Jamie still tucked against Opal’s side. “We…won?” Opal asked.
“I…think we won,” Jamie agreed.
Issac was rifling through Lasansky’s pockets. He pulled out a little black box, and pressed Lasansky’s limp thumb to it.
He waited a moment, then stood with a relieved sigh. “And I’m back.” He turned to them. “Did one of you get that recorded?” he panted.
Jamie gave a breathless “OK” sign. “All the parts that matter.”
Issac sagged against the edge of the garage door. “We made it. Hi, Martin. We’re OK. Go ahead and send the team in.” Issac smiled at whatever answer he got. “Martin says they saw Yael on some security cameras, and they’re OK, too.”
Opal sat heavily, accidentally dragging Jamie down with her. Jamie started laughing, raggedy but loud and unrestrained. She punched the air with both hands. “We won! We actually won! We stopped the bad guys!”
Opal joined her exhausted, jubilant laughter, and after a few moments, even Issac joined in.
Opal was about to slide down off the truck and to the ground, but Jamie turned around in her arms, putting a hand on each of Opal’s shoulders. Jamie’d ended up in Opal’s lap.
She was very close.
Jamie was flushed crimson and gasping for air, a wide, proud smile still on her lips and musical laughter in her words. “Wait. Don’t go down there barefoot. I took a few of them down, but I shot a lot of darts. They’re all still down there.”
Jamie was no unfinished watercolor. There was nothing missing from her. She was radiant, fierce, and probably half out of her mind from the same victory that was singing in Opal’s veins. This was Jamie with nothing held in reserve. Beautiful.
Opal could see the exact moment Jamie noticed how close they were. Pure triumph dawned into something astonished and open and wanting. Wanting Opal.
It was a movie kiss. Burning and triumphant and hyper-real. By the time they broke apart, they were both breathless.
A little too breathless. Jamie pulled away and dug her inhaler out of her pocket with a glance of apology but a giddy grin. Opal laughed and leaned her head on Jamie’s shoulder as Jamie got herself back to rights.
They won.
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