Full Metal Superhero (Book 3): Inescapable Arsenal

by Haskell, Jeffery H.

  I am sorry Amelia.

  “I still don’t have a way to dry my tears, dammit.” I try to focus on that as we return home, and not the sea of despair experiencing a high tide in my heart.

  Iwatch her progress on the monitor. It’s surreal seeing her in a wheelchair. Epic had a camera on her from the moment she woke up. I have to hand it to Teddy, he’s a miracle worker. Kate has pink skin as fresh as if she stepped out of the shower after a microdermabrasion. Her hair is even growing back. Right now she just has a short black scalp cap, but considering three days ago the doctors could see her skull bone… that’s pretty good.

  I’m excited to have my friend back. Especially since I’ve spent the last three days making her a present. And it had nothing at all to do with me trying to keep my mind off Luke. I gave the team the week off, they earned it. Currently, I have every satellite we have access to scanning space looking for the next wave, no luck yet. Space is really freaking big.

  She’s in the elevator now, making her way down her. Teddy went upstairs to visit his wife. The poor guy, I told him he could visit her every day and he hasn’t seen her in a week. No change of her status, she’s still in a coma. I consulted with a few specialists and they tell me there’s nothing to be done. Traumatic brain injury is tricky, then add in her level of invulnerability they can’t go in and do anything without using a laser and that would do more harm than good. If she’s going to wake up, she’ll have to do it on her own.

  You have a message from Monica. Would you like it on screen?

  “Sure.” I wheel around to face the elevator, resting my head in my hands.

  Mom and Dad say you’re one of the family now. Nothing to be done about it. You’re invited to every Holiday ever and even a few they want to make up just for you. Thank you for giving me my life back.

  My throat tightens from the sudden rush of emotion flooding me. I’m glad her parents are happy. Since she got her body back her demeanor has changed too. She’s a lot more cheerful than when we first met. I take a second to wipe my eyes.

  The doors open and Kate stands there, empty wheelchair in front of her and a big smile on her face.

  “No fair,” I yell.

  “Get used to it, Amelia, you’re the only person who gets special treatment around here.” She leaves the chair behind her as she comes in. She’s thinner than I remember, a little haggard, but she’s walking and isn’t wearing any bandages I can see. Even in this state, she’s stunning. Her clothes are a little big, though.

  “What’s with heroin chic?”

  She glances down and gives me a weak smile. “I’m still recovering. Can I sit?”

  I point to the large captain’s chair I have in the corner for when Luke… I wince. She glances at me, one delicate eyebrow going high.

  “You’ve got a lot to tell me, I see. Four days in the hospital and everything changes.”

  “Not everything. I still have no idea how to beat the bad guys.”

  “You’ll figure it out.”

  “I have something for you!” I roll over to the vault where I keep her present. Inside I pull out two blades, just eighteen inches long, short swords really. They have leather sheathes because she can’t have a naked blade dangling on her back. It was tricky, making a ZPFM small enough to fit in the hilt of these swords, but I did it. Each one is a miniature of mine. Monomolecular edge and near indestructible. The kinetic field emitters in them only increase their weight about tenfold. I made the sheaves of leather but lined the cutting edge with my special metal in small sections so they would stay somewhat flexible.

  “Amelia…” she takes them from me, unsheathing them with a few practice swings. “They’re beautiful.”

  “You do so well with mine, I figured you needed some of your own. However, my sword is too long for you to carry normally. These you can fasten on your thigh, or back, and draw them when you need them.”

  “You do know how to buy a girl bling,” she says, ending with a whistle. “Thank you.”

  “You’re going to need them if we go up against any more drones. Now—”

  “Amelia. Spill.”

  I freeze. It is eerie how she can do that. “Fine,” I mutter. I grab a pair of Cokes from the fridge and hand her one and open the other. She looks like she could use the calories. I take a long pull, a deep breath and I tell her. Everything. From the first argument, to what happened with Pythia, to me… breaking up with him. It all comes out in one giant sentence and when I’m done I can barely breathe.

  She shakes her head. “Amelia, there is a place somewhere between never leaving your lab and Luke murdering you. You know that right? You’re a smart girl I’m sure you can figure something out.”

  I shake my head. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last few days it’s that I can’t account for everything. I… I just can’t risk it.” A new tear rolls down my cheek. While I spoke Kate finished off her soda and knelt in front of me, hand on my chin. Her touch always lifted my spirits, she has that affect on everyone.

  “Amelia. Luke loves you; he was going to ask you to marry him. Clear your head and go talk to him. Before it really is too late.”

  I nod.

  “I will, I just… we need to tie up these loose ends and then I will.”

  “What loose ends?”

  “You remember the chief scientist of Cat-7, Pedric Matahal?” She does a full body shiver just thinking about him. I break contact with her and roll over to my computer, punching a few keys to pull up the video from the day of the attack. I’m glad for the excuse to change the subject.

  “Yeah, emotionless, cold. It wasn’t that I couldn’t read him, what I got back was just hate.”

  “I’m surprised you could read him at all, considering he’s an alien.”

  Kate’s eyes go wide for a moment. “No way.”

  I nod, “Yes way. Epic, play the footage from the crowd, start when I first see him.”

  After she finishes watching the whole thing she shakes her head, “That doesn’t prove he’s an alien. Just that he knew about the attack. Not enough for us to arrest him, but at least we know.”

  “I’m not planning on arresting him.”

  “Amelia… you’re not planning on another run-in with the law again.” She looks at me with those green eyes slightly out of focus, the way she gets when she’s reading me.

  “No, of course not.”

  “Amelia…”

  “Seriously. Besides, he is an alien. I can promise you that. His vitals are statistically impossible. It is like someone sampled every vital ever and then created an exact average. I promise you, Kate, that man is an alien. Now, we just need to find him.”

  “The protesters don’t know?”

  I shake my head, “I had O’Brien from security surreptitiously check them out. They were organized and funded by a third party. No one knows who paid for it all. They were happy to be here when they thought they might make the news. As soon as housekeeping brought out the food and drinks, and even invited them in to stay the night, things got decidedly less interesting for them. They left a few days ago. Matahal though, he left a few minutes after I did. I’ve got Epic looking for him. If he surfaces, we’ll find him and when we do I get some answers.”

  “I don’t like the tone of your emotions, Amelia. Try not to lose yourself on this quest.”

  “No matter what I do, I still don’t get to have my parents back, Kate. I can take out the aliens, blow away Matahal, but at the end of the day… I failed. I have to live with that. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make everyone responsible for it pay with me.”

  Epic, try cycling the power at one-point-twenty-one gigawatts.”

  Cycling.

  The power flows along the superconductor I’ve attached to the suit’s internal mechanism. I noticed when I fired the mass driver in Seattle that the power transfer loss was far higher than I calculated. Not to mention I used too much. Way too much. I was only a few kilojoules from killing myself. I’m trying t
o find out why. Having unlimited power is only as useful if I can transfer it from one location to another. I also need to rethink shooting fifty tungsten ball bearings at once. The devastation the concussive force caused was a little much. Maybe one ball, much, much slower.

  If I fire one at a time and give the barrel more time to cool down I could conceivably fire on the go… or at least not have to brace so much. The sudden spike of recoil is more than the kinetic manipulators can handle without a little help. However, if I moved a few things around—

  Pop.

  “Amelia!”

  I scream, honest to God scream, dropping the tablet I’m using to process the real-time data. The tablet clatters against the tile floor to come to a rest. It’s only matched by the thudding of my heart. I hope the screen isn’t broken.

  “I’m sorry, hon. I wouldn’t have teleported in if it wasn’t important. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Kate says.

  “Can you grab that for me?” I point to the tablet, still trying to get my breathing under control. “I normally wouldn’t be but I was focusing pretty hard.” I take a look at her as she hands me the computer. In the ten days since she came out of the hospital, she almost looks normal. Her skin is a shiny healthy pink and her eyebrows grew back, even her hair is five inches long. It would take me a couple of months to grow five inches of hair.

  “How come you don’t have the news on?” she asks me. The tablet’s fine, thank goodness. I hit the backup button and put it on the table.

  “I’m working on something delicate so I put on the ‘do not disturb’ function for Epic.” I don’t know what could possibly be important enough for her to teleport down here instead of texting?

  “Epic, turn on the news,” she says.

  Which station?

  “It doesn’t matter.” The resignation in her voice worries the crud out of me. The UHD TV on the far wall flares to life.

  I don’t believe my eyes.

  “Has anyone else seen this?” I ask.

  “Amelia, the whole world has seen it. They’ve been playing it for the last twenty minutes nonstop.”

  The image resets to Florida, where a drone landed about an hour ago. I didn’t know about the drone landing… this one has eight massive legs and a spider-like body. The arch of each leg is a hundred feet high. A pair of fighter jets engage it and the drone launches missiles at them, blowing the multi-million dollar planes out of the sky.

  “We need to get the team together. We can be there in twenty—” Kate holds her hand up and points to the TV.

  “Keep watching.”

  The spiderbot heads for its preprogrammed target, yet another power station. Why did the aliens want to wipe out our power infrastructure? Other than the obvious reasons. They’ve got the tech to come here why does it matter if we have electricity? Matahal might know something, which is all the more reason to catch him.

  The sky darkens as we watch and a flaming meteorite burns down from space to crash into the ground with a camera-shaking explosion. The shockwave from the impact spreads out in a circle, picking up debris and dust. The wall of force takes thirty seconds to reach the camera, blowing the man off his feet and knocking the lens back till it pointed at the sky.

  “What was that?”

  “Just wait,” Kate replies.

  The cameraman manages to regain his feet and zoom back in on the action. The dust clears, revealing a figure climbing out of the crater—oh no.

  “Behemoth,” I whisper.

  “She’s alive, clearly.”

  “But… it’s been months!” Does she not need any air? Or food and water? She proceeds to wail on the spider-drone until it’s nothing more than a flaming pile of wreckage, ripping it apart piece by piece. The last shot is her climbing out of the flames covered in the goo they use to lubricate their vehicles.

  The camera shifts and she’s sitting in an ambulance, the poor vehicle’s suspension obviously under stress from her presence. The grimace on her face speaks to pain, which I didn’t think she felt.

  “Behemoth?” a reporter frantically waves their hand at the former superhero. “Are you going to be surrendering yourself?”

  There’s honest sorrow in her eyes as she speaks, “I regret the actions I was forced to take while under mind control, but I still did them. I intend to accept—”

  I throw the closest thing I can find at the TV, which is a wrench. The metal crashes into the screen in a shower of sparks and falling glass. I scream again. Long and loud. Frustration bubbles up and I have nowhere to put it.

  So I scream again.

  “Amelia, it will be okay, hon. It will be okay.”

  I shake my head. She killed Sydney. And now, on national TV she’s claiming she was mind-controlled. Captain Freedom was mind-controlled, as was everyone else on his team except Behemoth and Mariposa. In fact, most of the telepaths we identified as working for Ericsson vanished. I assumed they went underground. Which is why I have my pendant, a near copy of Kate’s, on me at all times. It wouldn’t stop Ericsson’s body transfer, but it should stop anyone from messing with my mind.

  Just another reason to never leave the lab outside of my suit. Not ever again.

  “What else did she say,” I ask her when I can speak again.

  “You don’t want to watch it?”

  I shake my head. Frustration has turned to anger and I don’t want to trash another TV.

  Kate touches my shoulder and warm comforting thoughts flow through me like a drug. Muscles unclench and my heart rate slows. I can think again.

  “She says that she will accept any judgment the government sees fit to place on her. She hopes that she can be of use during this alien crisis and that she is at our disposal. Pretty much what you would expect.”

  “She told me, Kate, when we were fighting at the old HQ. She told me she wasn’t mind-controlled and…”

  “What?”

  “Teddy. His wife is in a coma because of her. If he finds out… go.”

  She nods and vanishes in a pop of displaced air leaving me alone with my thoughts. She killed Sydney, she killed a lot of people. How the hell did she survive in space for that long? If she can do that, then nothing can kill her. Not my new armor, maybe not even my mass driver. Sydney’s spear or I guess the Protectors spear, hurt her… but was it because he thrust it into her? Or because of the spear’s otherworld nature? I can’t bring myself to say magic nature. That’s too much.

  I rub my temples, trying to suppress the headache I know is coming. Aliens invading, aliens here, Luke hates me, and now Behemoth. What next? I should never ask that.

  With all the alien drones, Behemoth’s return, my parents, and my issues with Luke weighing on my mind, it came as a pleasant surprise to have the DOJ call us and request our team as a backup for a prisoner transfer. Right up until I found out that prisoner was Behemoth.

  They are moving her from Florida to DC for testimony and they’re worried she might have allies willing to bust her out—if she’s lying, which is almost a guarantee. The south-east team is handling the perimeter while a couple of super-powered agents the DOJ still has, are on the convoy itself.

  Me? My dumb butt is in the van with her. Six feet six inches of seething hate and all of it directed at me. I’m not alone, Kate is in there with me, all decked out to the nines in her new costume. Semi-rigid plates of my armor protect her vitals. She has her swords, of course, and all her other weapons. I have to admit, the black and red motif she has going really works, especially since she died a lock of her hair red to match.

  I can’t get over how fast her hair has grown. Black wavy locks graze her shoulders now and I would be hard-pressed to tell she’d ever been hurt.

  Stupidly, Behemoth is in chains. As if they could remotely stop her. Decked out in prison orange she sits quietly on the far side of the armored carrier. I’m at the rear end and Kate is in the front. Epic has every active and passive scanner max. He’s also monitoring all radio and cell traffic. Plus all the traffic cam
s for good measure.

  She has her sleeves rolled up and I notice a scar on her arm. One clean line six inches long. Good to know my sword left a mark.

  “You’re not going to ask me how I survived?” she asks.

  The suddenness of her voice startles me. Luckily, the armor keeps me from showing my hand. Kate glances my way, giving a slight nod letting me know she’s reading her emotions.

  “You’re indestructible, or something. I don’t really care. I never wanted to kill you anyway. Part of me is even glad you’re still alive.” I have to admit, that’s the truth. I regret ever having to kill anyone. It changed something in me and I’m not sure I liked what it changed. I said they made their own bed, and they did, but still…

  “How commendable of you. I tried for months to get back down here. I had to time my jump just so… even thought of you and your big brain when I did it. It took me a while to figure out the movement of the Earth and the moon so I didn’t fling myself into open space. That would have sucked.”

  “Yay for you. Orbital mechanics 101, how to escape being stranded on the moon.”

  She nods, agreeing with me and ignoring the sarcasm. Her hands flex, tightening and loosening. Kate shifts uncomfortably. If Behemoth planned on attacking me Kate would have us out of here in heartbeat.

  “You need me,” she says looking at my faceplate. “I can kill those drones. Nothing can stand before me.”

  I snarl, “Not even the Protector. I know, I was there.”

  She nods. “That was… unfortunate. I liked Sydney. We even dated once.” That surprised both of us. Kate raised one delicate eyebrow. “Not a lot of guys can… it’s easy to hurt someone when you’re as strong as I am. Syd… well, he was pretty tough.”

  Yeah, I bet. “What is it you want, Karen?” I use her real name for impact.

  “Not everyone has it so good as your pretty friend here,” she snarls. “Some of us can barely control our powers. Some of us are filled with rage over the things that happen to us. Ericsson showed me what was coming. He showed me the future. He gave me the chance to do something about it. Well, he’s dead and you’re alive. So use me. Let me do something other than rot in jail.”