Trials: Part Twenty

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Anastasia led Paul down a street, and into a café. Adara had recommended this as a good local English speaking place. It wasn’t too crowded inside, but about half of the twenty or so seats were taken, and there was a short line. She was relieved that it wasn’t too busy, but she was really just glad to be able to leave the monastery and do something fun. She had expected for Adara to keep Paul training the whole time they were here.

“So is this it?” Paul asked.

“Yup. This is the place that Adara recommended.”

She approached the counter and an older man greeted them.

“Hello! I hope you’re enjoying the city!” He smiled. “Do you need a moment to look over a menu?”

“Let me get a latte, and Paul, do you know what you want?”

“Your strongest black coffee.”

The old man raised his eyebrows and laughed. “Coming right up, anything else?”

“Oh, yeah…” Anastasia pulled the letter Adara had given her out of her bag, and handed it to the man. “Adara told us to tell you she wishes you well.”

“Adara…?” He sounded confused, but took the letter. He quickly read over it, and Anastasia noticed a tear run down his cheek. “Your drinks are on the house. Thank you so much for delivering this. Take a seat anywhere. It’ll be just a minute.”

“It’s no problem.” Anastasia smiled, and led Paul over to a couch in the corner of the shop. She wondered how Adara knew this man. It seemed like she knew everyone, or at least someone everywhere.

“So do you know what that was about?” Paul asked.

“Not a clue. Adara basically asked me to run an errand, and have a day on the town.” Anastasia shook her head and leaned back in her seat. “So how’s your training been going?”

“Pretty well. I’ve been working on some things, and it seems like it’s going well.” He nodded quietly. “How about you?”

“It’s been interesting. Adara has me leading a team cleaning the monastery.” She sighed. “It’s been exhausting, but I have gotten to explore the place a little, so that’s been fun.”

“Find anything cool?”

“Well, nothing out of the ordinary, honestly.” She decided to leave out what she was investigating until she had a better idea of what was going on. There wasn’t any point in worrying Paul with a half finished story. “Well, they do have a nice library. There’s so many books, I’m kind of amazed.”

“Wow, I haven’t been in a library in a little bit.”

“Yeah… It’s pretty nice.” She paused for a moment. She needed something else to talk about, but Paul didn’t seem very talkative today. “So have they worked on your sight yet?”

“Nope.” He shook his head and sighed. “I’m beginning to wonder if they’re ever going to do it. I’ve appreciated the training they’ve given me, but it’s not the reason why I came here.”

“I’m sure they will.”

They both sat in silence for a moment, until they saw the man from the counter approaching with two cups.

“Here you are.” He placed the cups down on the table. “Do you mind if I sit with you for a moment?”

“Sure!” Anastasia was a little happy to have some extra company.

The man pulled up a chair, and sat down. “So how is Adara doing?”

“As best as we can tell, she seems to be good.” Paul nodded.

“So, how exactly do you know Adara?” Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder. Adara seemed to be shrouded in mystery, and anything could help.

“Ah, so she didn’t tell you.” He nodded. “That sounds just like her… Well, it was in 1975. My wife and I had just moved here from Cairo, but when we got here, my wife got sick. I think the move was hard on her. Eventually, she was in a coma. The doctors said they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her, and that she was probably going to die. I went out for a pack of cigarettes, but on the way I just broke down crying. I had been married to this woman for almost twenty years, and I was about to lose her. That’s when a kind young woman came up to me and asked me what was wrong. I gave her the short version, and she said she might be able to help. She came to the hospital room in a few hours and gave her some kind of medicine. Not thirty minutes later, she was up and feeling okay.” The man wiped a tear from his eye. “I lost her last year to leukemia, but Adara gave me forty more years with my wife, and for that I will be forever grateful.”

“I’m so sorry.” Anastasia was definitely surprised. There was something strange with the monastery, there was no way she could’ve been alive in the 70s.

The man laughed a little. “Don’t be. I’m eighty, and my wife was eighty two when she died. We lived a long happy life, and I don’t regret a second of it.”

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

“Adara explained why I can’t come see her, and I understand.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Shame though, I wouldn’t mind seeing what she looks like all grown up. I never thought a kid that wasn’t my own would change my life so much.”

Paul nodded, and took a sip of his coffee. He winced, and his whole body lurched, and put the cup back down.

The old man burst out laughing. “Strong enough for you?”

“Definitely.” Paul laughed in kind. “I don’t think I’ve ever even heard about coffee this strong. You’re truly a master.”

“Well, when you’ve been in the business this long, You learn a few things.” He nodded. He looked behind him and saw a queue forming up at the counter. “Alright, I’ve gotta go take care of that, but you guys take care.” He started to walk away, but turned back. “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m David, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Anastasia, and this is Paul. Thank you for the coffee.” They waved, and he went back to work.

“That was interesting… Starting to think something’s up with the monastery.” Paul nodded, before taking a swig of coffee.

“Yeah…” Anastasia replied. “Well, I think I’m ready to head back, whenever you finish your drink.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Paul started to pick up his cup again, when his phone began to ring. “Oh, wow. Almost forgot about places that had cell signal. Let me take this.”



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Trials: Part Nineteen

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Jude heard Deven’s voice from the living room. He was shouting something. The men in Arte’s room had her on the ground with guns trained on her, and they seemed to be motioning for him to do the same. He swore, and looked around. Behind him was Agent Daniels.

“Don’t shoot her! I have to go calm Deven down!”

Daniels gave a nod, and Jude took off past him. Deven was in the living room, swinging wildly at the men surrounding him.

“Deven! It’s okay!” He called, but there was too much shouting for him to be heard. Jude’s heart was racing. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Enough!” He bellowed, a flash of light filled the room. All of the men surrounding Deven stopped, the room went silent, and Deven backed up against the wall and fell into a ball.

Jude pushed past them, and slowly approached Deven. “Deven. It’s just me, Jude. I’m gonna come sit down next to you, okay?”

Deven slowly nodded, and Jude sat down next to him. “It’s alright buddy. Nobodies going to hurt you, or anyone else.”

Deven quietly sobbed for a few minutes. At one point Agent Daniels stepped forwards, but Jude shot him a death glare, and he stepped back. He could deal with him later. Jude waited by Deven for a while, and eventually he sat up.

“Are we in trouble?” Deven asked.

“No, Deven. Leave that all to me. Everything will be fine, but I need to go talk to Agent Daniels, okay?”

Deven nodded and placed his head between his knees.

Jude grabbed a blanket, from the now broken into bits, couch, and draped it over Deven’s shoulders. He then turned his attention to the men with guns. As he looked at them, a few of them raised their guns at him.

“Every single one of you, get out.” Jude spoke quietly, but he was definitely inches away from being public enemy number one.

“Do as he says.” Agent Daniels nodded. “Can I speak with you in here?”

Jude nodded, but waited for all of the men in black to file out of the house. Once that was done, Jude made his way into Arte’s room. Arte was shaking, but sitting on the edge of the bed now. He ignored Daniels and sat next to Arte.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah… I’m fine. Guess I need on the spot practice, huh?” She laughed weakly.

Jude patted her shoulder, and stood up to face Daniels. “Now, just what the hell was that?”

“We had to make sure you were here, and actually you.” He stood his ground, despite being smaller than Jude.

“What happened to knocking?”

“Jude, there’s been sightings of you, as Dayspring, committing crimes. We’re talking arson, robberies, assaults.”

Jude stepped back. Surely he was bluffing, because Jude hadn’t left the house, as ordered. “Not sure how that’s possible, since I’ve been here with this ankle monitor on me.” He lifted his pant leg and showed Daniels his perfectly intact monitor.

“I now know it wasn’t you. We waited nearby for the fake Dayspring to go on another crime spree, and we had to go in expecting there to be hostiles.”

“I can’t think of a single damn person who wouldn’t be hostile if you charged into their house with guns! You’re lucky I didn’t kill every single one of them before I saw you!”

Daniels sighed and looked up at Jude. “Come on now, threats? That’s not very productive.”

“You’re saying I’m making threats?”

“Yes. Jude, you’re a threat yourself. This is your life now. I was trying to be gentle with you, but no more mister nice guy.”

“You’ve been gentle?!” Jude scoffed. He had never wanted to punch someone quite so badly.

“Yes, Jude. I have. We can go back to that later, but we need to go ahead and resolve this. Firstly, your name is more or less cleared in this, but we’ll still be keeping a close eye on you. Second, I know you’re going to want to go after this yourself, but leave it to the agency. If you go outside the law as a vigilante, imagine this again, but I won’t be playing nice this time. Are we clear on that?”

Jude glared down at the man, but knew he had no choice. “Fine.”

“Now, onto the next matter of business, since I’m here.” He turned towards Arte. “Ms. Collins, I presume?”

Arte got to her feet, and stared the man down. “Yes.”

“I’m Agent Daniels, and while I know you figured it would be a big hassle, I’m gonna need you to sign some papers. No normal job for you, I’m afraid.” He rifled through his bag and pulled out some papers and a pen.

Jude silently swore, of course they had bugged the house. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered this sooner.

“I suppose I should make it clear that this is technically a choice for you. It’s a choice between being hauled out of here and thrown into a hole, or being an agent for the DSR. Jude told you more or less the whole package already, and I’m sure you can immediately recognize the right choice.” He paused for a moment. “Wouldn’t be very helpful to be locked in jail instead of finding your girlfriend. He pointed to a spot on the paper. “You can go ahead and sign if you don’t mind. I’ll leave you with a copy to read over at your own pace.”

Arte looked to Jude for a second, but he just nodded his head in resignation. There wasn’t anything he could do about it, not without risking Deven and Arte’s safety, and probably also Paul and Anastasia’s too.

Arte hastily penned a signature, and handed Daniels the papers.

“Much appreciated.” He reached into his bag, and pulled out an ankle monitor, which He strapped onto Arte. He turned to Jude, with a smug grin. “I’ll see you around, bud. Glad to stop in.”

Jude remained silent, as he watched him walk out the door.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll send someone around to fix this tomorrow.” He gestured broadly at their now wrecked house. “Lucky thing it’s not cold tonight, what with all the broken windows. I’ll tell you what, go ahead and consider yourself approved to go ask the neighbors for a bed for the night.” He waved goodbye, and stepped out the hole where their front door used to be.

Arte flipped him off as he walked out.



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Trials: Part Eighteen

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Vanessa led onwards into the tunnel, with Ashley following close behind. It was dead quiet except for the sound of their footsteps and breathing. This tunnel seemed to be leading upwards at a mild incline. She was starting to get a little thirsty, but it was possible that was due to her knowing that they didn’t have water. Regardless, she needed to push on.

“So, Vanessa, where are you from?” Ashley asked. They’d been walking for about fifteen minutes, and neither of them had spoken.

“Atlanta. What about you?” It occurred to Vanessa that they hadn’t ever really talked about where they came from. Any talk they’d had was very surface level. She decided it would probably be good for both of their nerves to keep some kind of conversation going.

“Hey! I’m from Atlanta too! Well, at least I lived in Atlanta. I was born in New York, and my parents moved me down to Georgia when I was in high school.”

“Wow. I wonder where this prison actually is… If we’re both from Atlanta, it might be close to home. I guess it could be a coincidence…” Vanessa reasoned that if they were actually somewhere near Georgia that would be ideal. Then again, unless this cave let out near people, it didn’t make too much difference where they were. She just had to hope it would. “Say, Ashley. Do you have any camping or hunting experience or anything like that?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“No reason. I just thought about my dad, and how some of his best stories were hunting stories.” Vanessa realized a little too late that she probably shouldn’t be making Ashley think about what happens if they escape, but recovered well enough. She needed to deal with one issue at a time.

“Oh, my gir-” Ashley cut herself off.

Vanessa stopped and looked back. Ashley looked a little startled. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, I thought I saw something, but it was just a rock.” She laughed weakly.

“Well, we’d better make sure.” Vanessa carried on slowly, and made sure to thoroughly check everything, but there was nothing there. She wasn’t even really sure what she meant by a rock, as there wasn’t anything that big within view. “I don’t see anything.”

“Probably just my imagination…”

“Yeah, maybe.” Vanessa was worried now, but she didn’t want to tip off Ashley that she was. She turned around, and held out her hand. “Here, take my hand so we don’t get separated.”

Ashley obliged, and Vanessa led on. She didn’t want to probe too deeply, but she did pick up genuine fear of something specific. She tried to see if she could catch a glimpse of whatever Ashley saw, but couldn’t.

“So, um, what do you do? Are you in school? Or, were you, I guess?”

“Well, I actually was a superhero. If you lived in Atlanta you may have heard of me. I went by Psyche, I worked with Dayspring.”

“No way! You worked with Dayspring? I didn’t realize I was friends with a superhero! No wonder you’re so good at this!”

Vanessa laughed a little. “No, trust me, you’d much rather have Jude than me. Not counting that his power is light and that he can fly, he’s way better under pressure than me. Besides, I’m kinda rusty. Something happened, and I kinda stopped doing superhero stuff.” Vanessa sighed. She didn’t need to give up unnecessary info about the Jamal incident.

“Oh that’s right… The thing at the bank. I’m sorry that must’ve been hard.”

Vanessa winced as she recalled being blasted across the bank, and waking up in the hospital. “Yeah, that was rough…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dig up bad memories.”

“Don’t worry about it, that’s in the past now.” They were both quiet for a moment. “So, what do you do?”

“Oh, I’m an electrical engineer. I work-” She hesitated, “I guess I worked at a firm that did some of the navigation equipment for airplanes.”

“Oh, wow! You’ve got a degree and a real job? I thought you were about my age.”

Ashley laughed. “Well, I’m not that much older than you! I’m only twenty-five!”

“I’m twenty, but I probably wasn’t ever going to actually go to college.” She sighed. “Just didn’t find anything that interested me. Didn’t see much point in working either.”

“Don’t say that! You can always pull yourself up! You just have to set your mind to it.”

“No, it’s just my dad can pay for everything, and I just don’t see any point. He’s an executive for the  CinniStar tech company.”

“Oh, wow! That’s where I worked! Who’s your dad?”

Vanessa laughed a little. She hadn’t intended to drop that she was well off, but it just slipped out. “David Smith.”

“No way! You’re Mr. Smith’s daughter? He was always so nice to us! He’d come by our office and meet us and buy us coffees!”

“Wow, that’s some kind of coincidence, huh?” Vanessa laughed, but something was up. Johan was here too. Her dad had too many connections here.

“Maybe I can actually get my job back when we get out of here then.” Ashley laughed. “I’m just joking, you don’t have to-”

“Hold on, be quiet.” Vanessa whispered. She definitely heard footsteps. She flipped off the flashlight, got against the wall, and carefully pulled Ashley in next to her. The footsteps continued to grow louder, and Vanessa’s heart began to race. She wondered if it was a guard, or if maybe this was one of the tunnels that lead to death. Either way, she had to be ready to strike.

The footsteps were almost to them. She held her breath and waited for whoever it was to be near. When it sounded like they were almost next to them. She covered Ashley’s eye’s, closed her own, and flipped on the flashlight. She opened her eyes and saw someone in a guard’s uniform. She kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fall, then conjured a disc next to his throat.



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Trials: Part Seventeen

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Anastasia sat on her bed. She was ready, but wasn’t entirely sure what to do. Paul had said he was starting his training today, so he would be busy. She figured she may as well go walk around the monastery, as long as she took care not to get lost. She opened her door, stepped out, and saw Siobhan and Coombre waiting for her, leaning up against the wall.

“Get bored yet?” Siobhan laughed. “We were surprised it took you this long.”

Coombre rolled his eyes, and stifled a grin. “Have you thought of what you seek yet?”

Anastasia was caught off guard by this. She had put in some thought last night, but she honestly wasn’t really sure what she could say. Paul had a clear issue, his blindness. Unless they wanted to help her with her love life, she wasn’t really sure what to ask. “Not really, to be honest.”

“Ah, wrong answer.” Siobhan laughed and turned to Coombre. “I told you she wouldn’t have anything!”

“I know, I know.” He turned to Vanessa. “Alright, Adara thought that would be the case, so she thought of something for you to do. It has been too long since the monastery was given a thorough cleaning.”

Anastasia’s heart sank. She had seen how big this place was. Were they about to ask her to clean an entire town? “So you want me to-”

“Yes.” Siobhan jumped in, looking serious. “Jokes aside, you need to clean the entire monastery.” She maintained a straight face for a few seconds, but broke when she saw Anastasia’s mortified expression. “I’m kidding. Kinda. You do actually need to clean the whole thing, but just not by yourself.”

“Adara said she would be dedicating her entire attention to Paul, and other personal matters. She has left you in charge of a cleaning initiative while she’s busy. You will have most of the monastery at your disposal.” He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “Here is a map. What are your orders?”

Anastasia stared blankly down at the map. It was going to be insane. Cleaning every building would take weeks. She also couldn’t believe that Adara had left the entire monastery in the care of a complete stranger. She imagined that if something were to go badly Coombre or Siobhan would step in.

“How many monks are there?”

Coombre thought for a moment. “About fifty.”

“And how long do I have?”

“As long as it takes.” Siobhan nodded.

“Alright.” Anastasia looked down at the map again. She had never dealt with leading this many people before, so she had no idea how long this would take. If she was going to do it, though, she thought it would be easiest to do it one week at a time. “And is this going to be done with magic, or just normal cleaning supplies?”

“We have not developed any magic for cleaning. We simply try to maintain our surroundings as best as we can.” Coombre replied.

“And, sorry, but why am I in charge of this?”

Siobhan shrugged and looked to Coombre.

“Mysterious ways?” Coombre shrugged as well.

“Alright. Well, I guess we’d better get started. Let’s start with the quarters, since that’s where we already are.”

“I will summon the monks.” Coombre nodded, and went off down the hall.

After a few minutes, people began to congregate around Anastasia. While she was waiting, she worked with Siobhan to compile a list of cleaning tasks that needed to be done. This continued for a few minutes, until Coombre eventually returned with the last one.

“Alright, if this is everyone, I’ll go ahead and group you. Each group will be assigned a task, and if you need anything, return to this room.” She tapped on the door to her quarters. “I will be out helping as well, but someone should be here, or you can leave a note.”

She organized them into groups, and eventually had a group with enough people for each task. Once they were assigned, everyone went off to get to work. She assigned Siobhan and Coombre to help supervise, and asked that one of them be around headquarters if she couldn’t. Once everyone had gone off, she figured she should get a sense of the monastery, and work out where everything was. She did have a map now, which made that easier.

She made her way down the main path, and went to down all of the major paths, taking note of any shortcuts she found as she went. All in all, a thorough tour of the monastery took a couple of hours. She decided next to check out buildings that they hadn’t yet gone in, and thought she’d start with the building where Paul was training. She hoped she’d be able to say hi to him, and see how his training was going.

She made her way there, and entered into a completely silent hallway. Open doorways lined the walls. It was definitely a little bigger than she had expected. She looked into each room to see what was inside. Most of them consisted of shelves of books and oddities. Some looked neatly arranged, others had stacks of junk scattered around. This would definitely be a nightmare to get cleaned. She wondered if she should send over a group to start to inventory what was and wasn’t junk, since it would take a while.

She eventually came across a large mostly empty room, and saw Paul sitting in silence. He looked like he was concentrating on something, so she figured she’d leave him alone.

After doing a little more inventory of other rooms, she heard voices from down the hallway. She drew closer and recognized Adara’s voice. She was talking to some man, whose voice sounded familiar. She took a few more steps, then realized that it sounded just like Jean. She edged towards the door, and peaked in. It was definitely Jean. He and Adara were sitting at a table with books and papers scattered across it. She got as close to the doorway as she could without being visible and tried to listen in.

“Yes, I believe it should be here.” Adara said.

“If that’s the case, then I should make haste to retrieve it.” Jean replied.

“No, you should see your job through, and get Paul and Anastasia home.”

“Are you sure? Time is of the essence.”

“Yes, go have some fun in the city.”

“I know you still look the same, and for you it’s not been that long. However, I’m an old man now, so I think I might like to rest.”

“It’s been longer than you know…” She paused for a moment.” I suppose that’s right, though. I do appreciate your help.”

“I do regret that this will likely be the last time we meet.” Jean sounded sincerely sad.

“Perk up François, one never knows for certain what the future may hold. I have a feeling we’ll meet again.”

“I go by Jean now, don’t you know?” He laughed a little.

“Goodbye, Jean. I’ll let you know when to meet them.”

“Goodbye, Adara.” He paused for a moment. “I do wish I could’ve stayed with you.”

“It was how it had to be.”

She heard footsteps coming towards her, so she ducked into the next room. She wondered what that was all about.

She looked down at the map, and noticed a building labeled ‘Archives/Library’. She figured if she was going to figure out what the deal with this place was, and how Jean knew Adara, she had better start there.



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Trials: Part Sixteen

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Jude sighed. It’d definitely been nice having someone around the house that could actually leave at will, but that didn’t really make it any less boring for him. He had even decided to look through everything Arte had about her friend, Ash, since she’d come all this way, but she seemed to have been very thorough. Even devoting hours to it, Jude hadn’t been able to uncover anything. Jude remembered when he’d lost Paul because of Jamal, and that was one of the most painful moments of his life. He couldn’t imagine not being able to do anything about it.

He remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He’d come outside to meditate, not to dig up bad memories. This was new to him, and the website said it would probably take a while to get decent at it. He definitely felt like floating twenty feet in the air helped. He figured that since it was night none of the neighbors would see and do something like call the police. That was definitely the last thing he needed right now.

He heard a door open, and opened his eyes. He saw that it was just Zoey, and decided to continue. He wasn’t really feeling like talking to anyone right now, so he figured he’d just stay where he was and act like he hadn’t noticed.

He closed his eyes again and brought his mind back to meditation. He wondered what Arte would do if they actually found Ashley. He assumed she would leave, given that was the only reason she sought him out. He hoped they’d stay friends at least. He wondered if she was single. He definitely didn’t want to go putting moves on someone he lived with, that couldn’t possibly end well, but it didn’t stop him from wondering.

At this point Jude swore it sounded like Zoey was throwing something. He looked over, and sure enough she was throwing some kind of ball that disintegrated into powder. That was most certainly strange. He considered popping over and getting a closer look. He didn’t even need to reveal himself, if he didn’t want to. That idea was quickly thrown out once he remembered what it would definitely look like if he got caught.

He closed his eyes again, and began to reflect on his day. He got up at around noon, ate some lunch, did some poking around on the internet for anything about missing people to see if it could be related. Interestingly there was actually another employee from Ash’s company that had also gone missing, but they’ve been missing for longer than her. When he raised it to Arte, she said that she already followed that lead and it wasn’t any more hopeful than the last. After that he ate again and watched some tv. He figured he really needed to start exercising again. It would look pretty bad if he got called out to a mission, and was so out of shape that he couldn’t keep up. He probably wouldn’t get called out again if that happened. Then again, he was doubtful he was even going to get called out in the first place. Maybe they’d call him out if some kind of world ending threat presented itself. He really wouldn’t want that though, because he hadn’t actually fought much of anyone who didn’t just immediately give up.

Jude could stand it no more. He floated over towards the Rodriguez’s house to see if he could figure out what Zoey was throwing. Whatever it was, she certainly had a lot of it, and she wasn’t slowing down.

She had a tee-ball setup towards the back of the yard. She was standing about as far as she could and trying to hit it, but whatever she was throwing seemed to fall apart before it reached it. He looked around for some kind of bucket or something for her to be pulling from, but didn’t see any. She seemed to produce it herself, whatever it was. He reasoned that she must have powers.

He wondered what kind of odds that was, for the government to move a bunch of supers into a house next to a teenager with superpowers. It had to be at least improbable. He figured he should go talk to Arte about this. He knew he should at least talk to Zoey about this, but he also wasn’t sure how he felt about bringing a kid into the fold. Especially when they already had someone with the freedom to leave, who also had superpowers. He definitely didn’t want to report Zoey to the government. He didn’t want to see her life get upended, after all.

He carefully hovered back down to his patio, and decided to see if he could talk to Zoey, without looking like he was staring down from above this whole time. He opened and closed the door to the house fairly loudly and made his way into the yard. He meandered around the yard, like he was looking for the source of the noise. As he made his way into the yard, Zoey went for the door to her house. He didn’t say anything, but they definitely made eye contact.

He made his way back inside, and found Arte sitting at her desk. Jude told her she could use Paul’s computer, and figured he wouldn’t mind.

“Hey, Arte. You busy?” He leaned in the open doorway.

“Oh, no. Not really. I was just looking to see if I could find anything on that other guy that worked at the same place as Ash, but I couldn’t really.”

“Oh well. Sorry about that.” Jude and Arte both nodded silently for a moment. “Uh, anyways, found out something interesting. I think-” Jude was cut off by a crash and the sound of breaking glass.

A man clad in all black burst through the window, carrying a large gun. Jude blasted him out of the way but he was replaced by three more. The men were all barking orders which Jude couldn’t understand, Arte was screaming, and Jude felt like he was having a heart attack. He wasn’t sure what to do. Was this the police? Were these thugs? What were they saying? His ears began to ring.



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