A Superhero's Revenge by Lucas Flint

Author:Lucas Flint [Flint, Lucas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: young adult, superheroes
Publisher: Secret Identity Books
Published: 2018-04-25T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“What the heck?” I said. I turned the box over and shook it several times, but nothing came out. “What happened to the Watch? TW, didn’t you say that the Watch was supposed to be in there?”

TW flashed next to me, looking every bit as confused and worried as I was. “I don’t understand. My sensors said that the Watch was in there, but now I don’t see it anywhere. I’m not sure what went wrong.”

“It must have been your sensors,” I said, looking at TW in annoyance. “With your programming decaying, I bet that your sensors are starting to pick up on things that aren’t even there. They’re not as reliable as they used to be.”

“I … I suppose so,” said TW, who sounded like he had just been sucker punched. “But my sensors have never been wrong before, not once.”

“Do I look like I care?” I said. “I just wasted a ton of time and energy going to this terrible apartment in the bad side of town to meet with a shady merchant who doesn’t even have what I want. All for nothing.”

“It must be somewhere in here,” said TW, floating into the closet and looking around. “Perhaps he doesn’t keep it in that box anymore. Perhaps he keeps it—”

TW was interrupted by the sound of a door being unlocked. With a start, I realized that Mr. Salt was already back and was clearly trying to unlock his front door. I was still standing in his bedroom, in front of his closet, with one of his possessions in my hands, looking exactly like a thief.

Trying not to panic, I closed the box and tossed it up back into the closet before I slammed the door shut and ran out of the room. I closed the bedroom door behind me and practically jumped back onto the couch just as Mr. Salt opened the door and entered the apartment.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Salt,” I said, turning in my seat and waving at him like I’d always been sitting here. “You got back fast.”

“What did I say?” said Mr. Salt as he closed the front door behind him. He flashed me a smile. “My landlord is a jerk, but he’s also a spineless coward who doesn’t know how to handle renters who aren’t willing to put up with his crap. He’s not going to harass me about my rent anymore, at least until next month, anyway.”

I nodded, but took a sip from Mr. Salt’s tea instead of saying anything. The tea tasted as awful as ever, but the point was to keep myself from saying something that might make Mr. Salt suspicious of me. Still, I couldn’t help but glance at the door to his bedroom. It was closed, sure, but it was not locked, and Mr. Salt would notice that sooner or later. Hopefully later, by which time I would be on the other side of Rumsfeld and Mr. Salt would be left with no explanation for why his bedroom door’s lock was broken.

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