Free The Superhero's Powers (The Superhero's Son Book 4) by Lucas Flint

their costumes, appeared to be superhumans. The man was large and fat, with fists that looked like bricks, and he wore a wrestling mask that resembled a hyena's face. He also smelled awful, like he had never taken a shower in his life, though that didn't detract from his obvious physical strength.
    As for the woman, she was taller and thinner than her husband, but just as ugly as him, if not more so. She looked almost like a stereotypical witch, complete with robes and hat, which reminded me of Incantation, although I noticed that this woman's robes were a lot looser than Incantation's, like they were designed for flying or something.
    “Here we are,” said the woman, her voice screechy and high-pitched. She cackled. “Just as that boy said, Genius and his family are here. And some ugly freak, too.”
    “Good,” said the man. He put a hand on his stomach and made a face. “I hate the ocean. Let's finish this quick so we can go back to land.”
    “Who are you guys?” I said, staring at them in confusion. “And what do you mean 'just as that boy said'? Which boy are you talking about?”
    “Robert Candle, of course,” said the woman. She smirked. “But I believe you already know him, don't you, Bolt?”
    My heart fell into my stomach, but I didn't let my fear paralyze me. I undid my straps and jumped off my chair, but Dad held a hand in front of me and said, “Wait. You can't fight them, not without your powers.”
    “Your dad is pretty smart, kid,” said the large man. He punched his fist into his hand and grinned. “Too bad you're gonna get dead anyway.”
    I felt embarrassed at my own forgetfulness, but I said to the man and woman anyway, “Are you two working for Robert?”
    “Working for a kid? Never,” said the man, waving off the idea like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard in his life. “We only work for adults. Kids never have the money to afford our fees, anyway.”
    “We're working for Thaumaturge,” said the woman. She looked at Dad. “He told me to tell you that you can still join Vision, if you want.”
    Dad stiffened. I understood why. Thaumaturge—who was also the master and uncle of Incantation—had been a friend of Dad's before we found out that he was a member of Vision. As far as I knew, Dad hadn't spoken with Thaumaturge at all since the day Thaumaturge disappeared with the last incarnation of the Young Neos, so if this woman was telling the truth, then she was still in contact with him.
    “Thaumaturge hired you two to kill me?” said Dad. “And my family?”
    “If you resist,” said the woman. “But if you accept his offer, we're supposed to spare you and then take your son to him. We'll also spare your wife, though I can't guarantee the life of your pilot.”
    “The answer is no,” said Dad. “I don't want anything to do with Vision. And just who are you people anyway?”
    “I am Tornadess,” said the woman with a curtsy. “And this man is my husband and business partner, Ring Out.”
    “We're mercenaries,” said Ring Out. “We'll take out anyone and do anything as long as the price is right.”
    “Then I take it that you are not Visionists,” said Dad.
    “We don't care about that stuff,” said Ring Out with a shrug. “We don't worship no 'Vision' or 'Visionary.' The only gods we worship are Washington, Lincoln, and Hamilton; and unlike most gods, they can pay our bills.”
    “What kind of powers do you have?” said Dad.
    “I can control the weather,” said Tornadess. “Ring Out, meanwhile, has super strength, but that should be more than sufficient for killing everyone in this ship, except for the kid, of course.”
    Tornadess nodded at me when she said that, causing me to say, “Why are you going to spare me?”
    “Orders from our client,” said Ring Out. “Told us to take you to him alive.” Then he flexed his muscles. “Didn't say all of your bones had to be in tact, however.”
    That puzzled me at first until I realized that it