Ice Diamond had disappeared into thin air. Boost looked terrified. “Go home,” I told her. “Make sure your family’s all right. We’ll meet you at the FBSA office. I swear to Utu.”
Swearing to the gods is a “big deal” for Empowereds, so Boost had no problem taking me at my word. Her eyes thanked me and she disappeared in a blur. If I had a psycho after me and such a public profile, I wouldn’t have stuck around either.
“What the flit was that about?” Stephanie asked me.
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Are you guessing that this has something to do with what happened to Lisa and Torrie?” she asked.
I crunched my out of the shop; thank goodness the government insured registered Powereds. Shards of glass dripped from various crevices and folds of my clothes. “Yes.” I was too tired and sore for a pithy reply. I’d used up my healing for the day against the Preservers, so healing au natural was the order of the day.
My Diavel hovered where I’d flown from it. I limped over and heaved myself on. Stephanie (I’ve decided I’m not using that name she chose) climbed on behind me and snaked her arms around my waist. She raised herself up a bit and whispered in my ear, “You okay?”
I upped us to 500 feet. “Not in the least,” I answered. I kicked in the burner and headed toward the FBSA office. Chicago streamed by beside and below us. It can be a beautiful city.
Of course, I’ve found that most cities can be beautiful when there aren’t a bunch of people around to screw it up.
I spotted a familiar building and a light on in specific apartment. I sighed and changed course.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Stephanie shouted.
I hit autopilot and fished out a small earpiece and mike comm stashed in a goody compartment Jules built in. I handed it back to her. I really dislike shouting directed at my ear.
“What are you doing?” she asked again after putting activating the comm. I should have given it to her sooner.
“We’re…I’m going to see Torrie’s mother. You can stay on the roof and wait.”
I landed on the roof again and went down the stairwell. It felt…cold.
Too cold for a climate-controlled building.
I pulled by blaster with one hand and my sword with the other, placing my shield on verbal standby. The hallway leading to the apartment was dark, but a sliver of light spilled from the cracked door. I extinguished my blade and crept down the hallway. I leaned against the wall beside the door and sharpened my hearing.
I heard nothing.
I took a deep breath and kicked in the door. My blade flared into life and I swept the blaster from side-to-side, searching for a target.
I didn’t see anything…except for Torrie’s mother laying in a pool of water, her skin blackened by severe frostbite. My feet squished as I crossed the formerly lush carpet. I knelt and felt for a pulse, knowing full well I wouldn’t find one.
I hate it when I’m right about those sorts of things.
I called the FBSA office to report the murder. I turned back toward the door and saw the message on the wall.
Sears Tower. Tomorrow night. Midnight.
I’m being jerked around. The suck part about it is don’t really have a choice.
I hate this job sometimes.
Until next time,