“What did that have to do with it?”
Vaughn said, “I don’t know. After I gave them a little bit of my grandfather’s stuff, they left alone for months until you guys fought the Grey Giant. That night they dropped by and let know that they wanted more.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I told them to go away.” He glanced toward the house next to us. It was a big red Victorian house with a big lawn. “Let’s start running before these people start wondering why we’re in front of their house.”
We started running again, but this ti, it was different. Vaughn started a little fast, but I sped up to match him. Then I passed him. When I got a little tired, he passed .
Within a few blocks, we were running almost all out. Not sprinting all out, but as close to it as we could knowing we still had three miles to run. I don’t know why exactly we did it. It just seed like the thing to do.
We may have been pissed off at each other. I know I wasn’t happy with the idea of bringing him into the League, and I was beginning to guess that he was sensitive about discussing last year. So rather than talk about it, we attempted to run each other into the ground.
I’m not claiming it’s one of the most mature things I’ve ever done.
We were running through so of the less desirable older neighborhoods, places where the roads had big potholes from last winter. Paint flaked off the wooden siding of most houses and too many windows had cracks.
Vaughn shot away from , running around a car at a four way stop and passing in front of a black Cadillac Escalade. It had been rolling forward but stopped as he crossed the street.
Lungs and legs burning, I followed him, glancing at the Escalade as I did. Wondering where I had seen it before, I realized that I’d seen it parked in front of the school while we were talking.
I put on a burst of speed and tried to catch Vaughn, managing to get close halfway down the block.
“Vaughn,” I said, barely able to talk, “behind.”
We both turned around in ti to see the Escalade disappear behind a house. It had followed the cross street without turning in our direction.
“What?” He tried to breathe in the middle of it, turning the word into three syllables.
“Car,” I said, “saw it at school.”
We slowed to a walk, both of us breathing hard. We were next to each other in the street. Cars seed to be parked on both sides almost all the way down the block, leaving only a lane and three-quarters for cars to pass through.
“Sidewalk?” I suggested, and we walked up the nearest driveway.
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I turned my head to look behind us again and didn’t see the Escalade. I looked ahead in case it might be coming around the corner. It wasn’t. The only moving vehicle on the road was a yellow sports car. Well, I decided, I might just be paranoid.
The yellow sports car pulled up in the driveway directly in front of us.
Two n stepped out. I pegged them as mid-twenties. One was blond and stocky. The other, the driver, was dark haired and average build. Both wore suit jackets and looked… I don’t know. Well-manicured? They looked clean cut. Like they were the kind of people who paid attention to haircuts, fingernails, and color-coordinated clothes.
I guess that everyone’s supposed to do that, but personally, I figure that everything matches blue jeans.
The blond one said, “Vaughn, how’re you doing?” anwhile, the dark haired one stepped around the front of the car. He leaned against it and gave Vaughn a little wave.
Wise people would have turned around and run away by then.
“Hey Stevie,” Vaughn nodded to the blonde guy. “And Dom, great to see you too.”
As far I can tell, that’s Vaughn’s default face to the world. Even when you might be hiding a semi-automatic under your sports jacket, you still get treated as if you’re an old friend coming over to hang out.
Dom gave him a small, quickly disappearing smile.
Stevie said, “I’d like both you guys to step into the car. Friend of ours wants to speak to you.”
Vaughn said, “Sorry. We’re both in the middle of cross country practice. We’ve got to get back, but maybe later, right?”
Dom’s right hand moved toward the inside of his jacket.
Vaughn held out his right hand and the air between them crackled.
I didn’t bother to find out what exactly Vaughn was doing. I stepped forward, punching “Stevie” in the nose. It was a great punch, delivered exactly as my martial arts instructor had taught . Unfortunately, Stevie didn’t go down. He stood there looking stunned.
My second punch hit him instants later in exactly the sa spot, propelled forward by another step to give it just a little added oomph.
He went down, falling backward, his head hitting the car and then the driveway. He didn’t move.
To my right, Vaughn stood over Dom’s unconscious body, his hands still glowing with bluish sparks.
It reminded ever so slightly of the end of the Return of the Jedi. The bit where the Emperor stands over Luke’s body? Except where the Emperor looked happy, Vaughn looked scared.
Well, we had that in common.
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