I decided to take the day off from costus, but the day didn't cooperate with .
School went okay that way. I saw Vaughn and Cassie in the halls and said, "hi," but that was about it. The day didn't fall apart till I got ho. I arrived before my parents, pulling the mail out of the mail box and grabbing the paper off the front porch. I unrolled it to find myself on the front page under the headline, "ROCKET AND TOMAHAWK BRAWL DOWNTOWN." A smaller headline below it said, "Mayor Calls for More Assistance."
Tomahawk turned out to be okay. No permanent physical damage.
Emotional? Maybe. A reporter made it to the lingerie shop while he was still unconscious, photographing him lying under the thongs. The photograph dominated the page. Next to it were three smaller photos of the two of us fighting. I'd never noticed anyone taking pictures, but, on the other hand, I'd been paying more attention to getting away.
I didn't bother to read the article. I walked around to the door by the garage, unlocked it and stepped inside. I put my coat into the closet, left my shoes by the door and dropped the mail and newspaper on the kitchen counter. Then I went upstairs to my room.
Sitting down on the bed, I realized that I didn't know what I was going to do next. I didn't feel like doing howork. I could go into HQ and work on the jet. Maybe do repairs on the suit? I dismissed the thought. Who knows who would be in? I'd get roped into a conversation about last night or worse, about the mayor.
In my gut, I felt that if I wanted to release what he'd said about killing people and the bits that made it sound as if he was controlled by mysterious forces, now would be the ti.
It still didn't feel right.
Specifically, I an it felt morally wrong sohow. I couldn't put it into words. When I tried to, it sounded stupid. It felt like I was blackmailing the guy and damaging his reputation. On the other hand, this was soone who really deserved to have his reputation damaged.
I decided to think about sothing else, but couldn't.
The best reason for not publicizing it was that it might make it harder to catch the actual mysterious forces behind him. On the other hand, making their existence obvious might force them into the open where more experienced people could take over.
Of course, I wasn't completely sure I wanted them to take over.
I lay down on the bed. I could almost have gone to sleep. After being shot, punched and slamd into a brick wall, I did feel a little sore.
I wondered what Haley was doing. Probably working. That was why we went out yesterday. I couldn't imagine that Italian restaurants were particularly popular on Halloween, but I guessed that they still had to be staffed.
Should I call her? I thought about it. Obviously I shouldn't do while she was working, but I'd heard that girls worried if they didn't get called back.
Of course, bearing in mind that I got all of my information about dating from novels and the internet, it might not be right.
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I sat up again. I decided to go downstairs to the computer and find out if she had a Facebook page.
Before I even got out of my room, my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket, checked who it was.
Travis.
I answered the phone.
"Heya Nick, you ho?"
"Um... yeah."
"Great. I'm driving down your street. We've got to talk."
"I'll be here."
He hung up.
By the ti I got downstairs, he was already knocking at the front door. I opened it and let him in, thinking as I did it that he was huge. I was almost a foot taller than Haley. He was almost a foot taller than . Haley wasn't much more than five feet tall and she could throw cars. I had a bad feeling Travis could probably rip in two whether or not I wore armor.
Still, he didn't seem angry.
"We've got to talk, Nick. How about over here?" He pointed toward the living room. Then he went and sat down on the couch.
Contrary to its na, the living room didn't. It was more the "preserved in amber" room. As in, you could see the tracks from the vacuum cleaner (all running in the sa direction) on the white carpet if you looked. Imagine pictures of Rachel and myself on the walls, a black, grand piano in one corner, and a picture window without the slightest hint of dust or cat hair on the wide windowsill.
Picture books sat on the coffee table in two distinct piles, one of foreign countries, the other of national parks.
Travis picked one up and flipped through it's pages. "Ever been to Denali?" He asked.
"No," I said, "I haven't been to Egypt either." That was the book on the other pile.
"The pictures don't do it justice. You've got to go there and sll the place."
I walked into the room, aware at every step that I was leaving footprints, sitting down in the chair across from him. The cushion felt stiff.
"So Nick, can we take the mayor down on what you've got?"
"I don't know. It's not going to make him look good, but it's not exactly a confession... How did you find out about that?"
"I called Cassie tonight. She drove Vaughn ho from school."
He leaned forward. "The story I got was all jumbled. The mayor's part of so huge conspiracy and he's going to kill people from another conspiracy and sohow it's got sothing to do with Red Lightning? What's the real scoop?"
"That's actually pretty close to all I've got. Except I think that Red Lightning must have gotten his abilities from those guys sohow."
He went silent for a mont. "OK. Bottom line, what exactly is on that recording?"
"Well," I said, "the bottom line is he's obviously taking orders from sobody and he really does threaten to kill people."
"That's what we need, Nick."
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