Super by Karen Diem

Author:Karen Diem [Diem, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Comics, Fantasy, Fiction, Superheroes, Urban
ISBN: 9780997574012
Google: T_s6tAEACAAJ
Publisher: Karen Diem
Published: 2017-04-27T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

With Zita clutched in his massive talons, Andy flew that night, landing in a park near Dr. Singh’s home. For whatever reason, the indirect route he took to avoid flying over D.C. required them to soar over the Mississippi and back again.

An hour later, Zita jimmied open an upstairs window and slid into the cooled air of the vacant two-story Colonial house. Singh’s backyard was small, but dense with the stout evergreens that proliferated throughout the neighborhood, almost hiding the closeness of the houses. The plantings hid Andy, back in human form, from the streetlights and occasional car. Indirect light gave her enough illumination to see, but not well. An alarm panel glowed in the foyer, and she sped to it. Gracias a Dios for cheap security systems, she thought, one gloved hand dancing over the box, while she dug in her small tool bag. Trepidation and excitement warred in her stomach, almost making her regret the loaded pizza dinner.

I don’t know how you talked me into this, Wyn complained from her safe spot at home.

Andy’s response was reasonable. Someone has to answer the phone on the random check-ins and bail us out if necessary. Look on the bright side, you aren’t doing any breaking, entering, or stealing. The white half-mask he wore gleamed in the poor light.

The thought slipped out. She couldn’t help it. You’re also the least stealthy of us, and these giant houses are all right on top of each other.

The witch’s tone was grudging. Thanks, Zita, for your tact, as always.

Zita tapped her headlamp to get a better angle, readjusting again. Her ski mask, inverted to hide the pink pattern and pompom on the black knit fabric, prevented the light from staying in position. “Clear,” she whispered, “Let’s get this party started.” The air was redolent with rich seasonings and beans, with an undertone of char, which she traced to a Crock Pot on a speckled counter. An ordered army of spices stood guard. Sympathy made her pause and unplug it. When done, she padded to the patio door and unlocked it. “Patio door’s the only safe entry. Anything else will set off alarms. Hurry!”

Andy slipped in, closing the door behind him. As his flashlight flicked on, she pulled drapes shut. Their beams played over one of those fancy kitchens with the double wall ovens and an immaculate supersized refrigerator. Her light stopped on that while Andy turned to investigate elsewhere.

“You sure he was single?” she whispered, eyeing it. She took a step closer to the monolithic food storage of her dreams. Mi amor, Zita thought, you are perfect.

Andy hissed, “We don’t have time for snacking! I didn’t check his personal life.” He opened white French doors to another room. His flashlight played over the room. “No cars in the garage when we looked, though. Oh, hey now, here’s his study, and I see a laptop.” As he raced into the room, his light and his step acquired a bounce. Curtains scraped shut in the study.

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