I couldn't argue with her. Every injury that sent to the ergency room before the age of ten happened while playing with Cassie -- the broken arm, more than forty stitches worth of cuts, and the ti she stapled my foot.
When push ca to shove, I probably ca out with less damage when we fought the Grey Giant than I did most tis when we played together as kids.
"It does seem reckless," I said, "but I'm not exactly sure what to do about it. She tends to just do what she's going to do."
Haley frowned. "I can't believe she gets away with it. We need to have a eting or... I don't know what. People need to be able to say no if she's going to do sothing that really could get people hurt."
"Travis said we should have a team leader once."
"Are you sure he didn't an that he should be team leader?"
I tried to rember.
"I'm not trying to rag on him," she said, "but he always takes over. It drove the managers crazy, but they couldn't fire him."
"I think he was advocating for a rotating position."
"Oh." Haley paused for a second. "That might be okay, but it doesn't help us now. I still think we need to talk to Cassie."
I sat in my chair, trying to think what to say next. "I'll see her at school tomorrow. Otherwise I suppose you could just call her on the phone."
"I could, but I don't think she'd listen to alone. I think we'll need everybody."
"Really?"
I couldn't help but wonder how that would go and if everyone would even agree.
Just as I began to tell her my thoughts, I realized that she was looking out the window.
I followed her gaze, seeing blowing snow, and parked cars.
"Do you hear sothing?" She searched the sky through the window.
"Hear what?"
"A hum," she said. "There." She pointed upward.
A small helicopter hung above the row of brick buildings across the street. It could not have been more than two, maybe three feet long.
The fact that it stayed in the air amazed . When you considered the size of the object, the speed of the wind, the fact that the snow could not be making things any easier for either the remote pilot or the control chanism, it should have been struggling.
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Instead it stayed level just a few feet above "Doug's Pharmacy."
"Is it ard?" I asked. The body seed to be little more than a cone, but sothing protruded from the front.
"I can't see it that well," she said. "It might be a gun."
"I wonder if we should get away from the window?" I asked. Inside though, I found myself pulled in different directions. Whoever made that thing had solved all the problems I had with winterizing the roachbots. If I took it down, I could save myself weeks of work.
"Actually," I said, getting up, "why don't I just quick a minute look out the door?"
Haley got up with , grabbed my arm before I made it to the door, and leaned into , whispering, "What are you really doing?"
To the goths and the staff, it must have looked as if we were about to kiss.
"I'm wearing the stealth suit. I'll take it out with the sonics."
"You don't need to protect ."
"I'm not," I began, but stopped, realizing it would be better to be thought overly protective than explain that I really only wanted to shoot it down and take it apart.
I managed to break away long enough to step through the coffee shop's glass door. Haley followed just behind .
The drone swiveled to point at . I began to raise my right arm, but never got a shot off.
The drone blew up.
A beam of yellow energy ca out of the sky, blasting it into pieces, most of which were blackened or burning.
Haley pulled back into the doorway to avoid one of the rotors. It hit the brick wall just to the left of the door, bouncing off to land on the snow covered sidewalk.
From above, a human form began to descend, yellow energies surrounding it, moving like fire moved, reminding of pictures of the surface of the sun.
A super. Great.
I prepared to pretend I'd just been saved.
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