Free The War of the Supers (The First Superhero Book 3) by Logan Rutherford Page B

people was in town… Well, it could cause quite the panic,” Leopold said as we walked.
    “Don’t worry, we won’t destroy Buckingham Palace or anything,” I said.
    “Well, if you did, don’t worry about the royal family. They’re far, far away,” Leopold said.
    I didn’t want to tell him that the president had been as well, but that hadn’t stopped Atlas.
    “You think you can do that?” Samantha’s voice asked in my head.
    “It’s possible,” I said under my breath so she could hear me. It always was difficult for me to say what I wanted to tell her in my head. I kept forgetting that she couldn’t read minds constantly.
    “That instills a lot of confidence,” she said with a scoff.
    I shrugged. “If that’s what it takes, we can do it. Ask Selena, and let me know what she thinks.”
    We walked in silence as I waited for Samantha to report back with what Selena had said. I could hear Selena murmuring under her breath behind me, responding to whatever it was that Samantha had asked in her head.
    “She says she knows she can, but you’d better keep yourself in check. I think she was joking,” Samantha said.
    I looked over my shoulder at Selena, who met my gaze with a smirk. “Maybe. She’s the one who has a habit of throwing me through things.”
    “I’m sorry, what was that?” Leopold asked, turning to look back.
    “Don’t tell him about me,” Samantha said quickly in my head.
    “Oh, nothing. Just kinda talking to myself. Processing stuff,” I blurted out.
    “Ah, yes, I know exactly what you mean. I catch myself conversing with myself often,” Leopold said with a laugh.
    I didn’t respond, and we continued walking in silence.
    “So,” Selena said finally. “What’s this plan? Where are we going?”
    “We’ll be there in just a few minutes. Basically, there’s a group of Supers who are trying to take advantage of the sort of…Super power vacuum, I suppose you could call it. They meet at a pub nearby here, and should be there right now. What we need you to do is go in there and apprehend the Supers,” Leopold said.
    “Okay. Sounds easy enough,” Selena said.
    “Yes, compared to what you’ve experienced in the past, it should be a cakewalk,” Leopold said. He slowed as we reached a narrow alleyway. “We’ll cut through here. The pub is at the end of this alley, across the street.”
    We walked down the alley in a single file line, the smell of trash and booze wafting up to my nose.
    “Oh, man, that’s a strong smell,” Samantha said, retching. “No, not here, Doug. I’m in Kane’s head.”
    It was weird only being able to hear her voice and not anything around her. I kept forgetting that she was probably in a room with Doug and Drew at that moment.
    Leopold held up a hand once we reached the end of the alley, signaling us to stop. He turned to face me. “Alright. You stay here. I’m going to run in and make sure our guys are in there, and that there aren’t any civvies. Sorry, civilians.”
    I looked Leopold up and down. “How do you expect to do that? You don’t fit the type.”
    Leopold held back a laugh as he took off his blazer and neatly folded it. He handed it to me. “Hold this right quick.” He untucked his shirt while I watched, Selena peering over my shoulder. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing the white tank top he was wearing underneath. He folded the shirt up and set it on top of the blazer in my hands.
    “You still look like you’re eighteen,” Selena said.
    Leopold held up a finger, closed his eyes, and concentrated. His whole face scrunched up as he focused hard on something.
    The bones in his face began to shift. His hair grew and turned brown. He shrank slightly by an inch or two. When he opened his eyes, I saw my own face staring back at me. “For the record,” he said in a voice eerily like mine, but not quite. “I’m nineteen.”
    I stared with wide eyes, creeped out to no end that I was staring at the spitting image