“The hot lunch nu says that it’s called “Mystery Pizza,” I said. The pizza appeared to be crust covered with baked beans, red onion and cheddar cheese.
The only thing I found mysterious was that soone could actually believe high school students might recognize it as food.
Cassie said, “I’ll eat it if you don’t.”
She’d co with her usual three trays worth of food and had already finished half.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, “I’ll deal.” I picked it up and ate it. What other option did I have? I didn’t particularly feel like listening to my stomach growl for the afternoon.
“Hey there ‘Bad Influences’,” Vaughn said, putting his tray down between the two of us, “Ready to save the world?”
Cassie and I both replied simultaneously, Cassie saying, “Not that loud” while I said, “Not here.”
Granted we were sitting at the back table in a corner with basically no one around. Still, you don’t talk about superhero stuff in a high school cafeteria—at least not loudly.
“When did I beco a bad influence?” I asked.
“Ah don’t worry about it, “ Vaughn said, “you’re not. I just didn’t want you to feel left out.”
“Thanks.”
Cassie scowled for a mont and then said, “What I don’t understand is why I’m a bad influence at all. It’s not as if I brought you to parties. I brought you ho because you were too drunk to drive.”
Vaughn poked at the pizza with his fork.
“Look, I don’t know. I think she’s decided everyone she saw with just before going into rehab is a bad influence.”
He laughed, “Of course, now she thinks you’re a crazy stalker too…”
He turned to , “She told you about climbing through the window, right?”
“Yeah. Friday night,” I said.
“Wish I could have made it. I swear, it’s like Mom never stops watching .” He picked up the pizza, took a bite. “You know, this stuff is okay. Better than the ‘Mystery Casserole.’ I never did figure out what was in that.”
He chewed the pizza thoughtfully for a mont. “Did she tell you about the shingles?”
Cassie looked away from the table.
“She jumps out the window and starts yanking on the grappling hook only it doesn’t co out. It’s stuck. Only she yanks again and there’s a ripping noise and geez… ten shingles ca down with the grapple. It was hilarious—the shingles were raining down and my mom was finally too shocked to shout at anybody.”
“About Friday,” Cassie said, her face slightly reddened, “Daniel and I worked out a patrol schedule and a response procedure if one of us gets attacked. I’ll get it to you after school.”
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“And I’ll get to use it when they finally let out of my cage,” Vaughn muttered.
For a few minutes after that, we just ate.
Cassie finished first. “Did either of you see the news over the weekend? There were a bunch of fights in Chicago on Friday night and a few more on Saturday and Sunday.”
“Oh yeah,” Vaughn said, “All the Chicago supers were in on it plus Defenders groups from both coasts.”
“Fighting gangs, right?” I had paid so attention to the news this weekend.
“Not just any gangs,” Cassie said. “Powered gangs. Not hugely powerful individually, but there were a lot of them.”
“And CNN said that even the normals had military grade weapons,” Vaughn said.
I zoned out while they discussed the highlights.
“… Guardian opening a gate like he did when we fought the Grey Giant…”
“—that fire guy—“
“Supernova dusting the building…”
“All that water just pouring through downtown—“
I could see how the Superhuman Affairs Branch guy would have been in the office on a Friday night. From what I’d read, the major action would have been finished by the ti he’d called .
“Vaughn,” I said, “weren’t low powered gang mbers your grandfather’s MO? Addicted to that ‘power elixir’ stuff and rampaging through the city?”
“Shit, yeah,” Vaughn said. “You don’t think he’s alive, do you? That’d be way too much like a comic book.”
“No. I was thinking more of the stuff you passed on to Stevie and company back when you were on drugs.”
The expression on Vaughn’s face managed to move from shock to despair faster than I’d thought possible.
What he would have said next I don’t know because Cassie’s friend Kayla had walked up to the table, a tray of food in her hands. Kayla was a little taller than Cassie and always seed to be tanned.
Previous to this year, I’d almost never seen her apart from Cassie.
“Mind if I sit down?”
Still halfway into the conversation we’d been having, we were silent for a mont.
“I can go if you don’t want ,” she said, looking at Cassie.
“No, no,” Cassie said, “Sit down.”
“We were just talking about Chicago,” I said.
“Oh,” Kayla said, “all those poor people who lost their hos.”
Funny how that aspect of the weekend had never entered our discussion.
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