Free Web NovelChapter 34: 34: Cate And Jordan’s 1st Real Experience
A good teacher does not train you to survive his protection. He trains you to survive without it.
____
The sun in the Middle East was a brutal fucker.
At high noon the ground hit over fifty degrees Celsius. Normal people would call it hell, but for a supe it was just enough to work up a light sweat.
Hillel scanned the desert ahead with his X-ray vision.
One hundred and fifty meters down sat a massive man-made complex. Tunnels, rooms, warehouses... the whole thing looked like an underground city buried in the sand.
At that depth you’d probably need a bunker-buster nuke to sort out the other side.
But one of those cost enough to hire Hillel ten times over.
That’s how good his rate is.
Hillel crossed his arms and told his two adopted kids.. ehm.. assistants, "Target’s one hundred and fifty meters underground, surrounded by a shitload of armed guys and at least three supe guards.
Now you two go kill the terrorist Farid. I’ll wait out here for your signal."
It was just Farid, after all. Let the eight-thousand-a-month kids handle it. Why the hell should he bother?
"Huh? Us... us?"
"Kill Farid?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
Cate Dunlap and Jordan looked like he’d asked them to take out Homelander.
"That’s right."
"Will we die?"
"Trust your powers! You’ll be fine!"
Hillel had total confidence in them.
Of course it wasn’t because he was lazy.
He stretched out on a rock, ignored the scorching sun, pulled his cape over his head, and started snoring.
"He... he actually fell asleep..."
Jordan already regretted signing up for this shit. This was going to be a total disaster.
Cate just shrugged. It wasn’t impossible. If she could mind-control one of the supes inside...
So the two of them sucked it up and headed in.
Soon a helicopter roared overhead.
A Vought International reporter hung halfway out the door in a safety harness and parachute, dangling from a single tether. The cameraman wore the same gear and started rolling live.
"...We’re broadcasting live from the Iraq border desert in the Middle East..."
"...As you can see, it’s all sand out here. The terrorist Farid that The Guardian is targeting today..."
"...Ahem, quick intro done. Now let’s watch how The Guardian takes on Farid..."
The reporter waved at the cameraman to zoom in.
The chopper was low enough for a steady shot.
On a stretch of sand and rock stood Hillel in The Guardian’s black suit, big V symbol on his chest.
He wasn’t posing. His whole face was buried under his cape.
"Look at that! Is this The Guardian’s secret ultimate technique?"
"Is he charging up some massive attack to smash Farid when the moment’s right?"
"Let’s keep watching..."
Top floor of Vought Tower.
Edgar watched the live feed, his mouth twitching like crazy.
Madelyn, Homelander, and Starlight stood beside him.
"Does The Guardian actually have a move like this? Because it looks like he’s just sleeping to me," Homelander said, rubbing his chin while studying the screen.
Hillel always played things close to the chest. There had to be some clever angle here.
Starlight listened to him and just covered her face with her hand.
Time dragged on.
The Guardian didn’t move a muscle.
Only his cape flapped in the desert wind.
Meanwhile.
First level of the underground shelter.
Jordan took out the two sentries at the entrance while Cate Dunlap hit them with Mind Control and pulled the layout of the first three levels straight from their heads.
Then she made them turn around and slaughter their own buddies.
A few minutes later six militants were sprawled on the ground.
Jordan didn’t know the meaning of holding back. Anyone who caught their hits was either fucked up bad or straight-up dead.
Cate only needed a light tap from behind and the guards dropped like puppets with cut strings. They wouldn’t be waking up for at least an hour.
The two of them had completely opposite fighting styles.
"Jordan, doesn’t this feel way too quiet?" Cate suddenly whispered.
"Yeah, it does."
Jordan switched to female form and started charging up glowing energy orbs in both hands.
They were now on the third level, moving through a long narrow tunnel with rough rock walls on either side. Exposed cables and ventilation pipes ran overhead. Dim yellow lights glowed every ten meters.
"Intel said there were three more supe guards, but we haven’t seen a single one," Cate said.
"Maybe they’re deeper down," Jordan replied.
"Or maybe..."
Cate didn’t get to finish.
Footsteps echoed from around the corner ahead. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Three figures stepped out.
One was a bald giant, over two meters tall, with bluish-gray skin and muscles so knotted he looked like he’d been mainlining steroids for years.
The tall one wore a ragged military uniform. His ten fingers twitched with insane flexibility, vibrating at ridiculous speeds. Any widow watching would be crying tears of joy.
The last one’s whole body hummed like a cheap vibrator.
What a crew.
The bald giant started spitting rapid Arabic, yapping on and on.
Cate and Jordan stared blankly. Neither of them had taken Arabic as an elective.
The trio didn’t give a shit if they understood and attacked anyway.
The short one vanished in a blink.
Jordan switched to male form and crossed their arms over their head.
Too slow. The speed-type supe’s fist slammed into their gut with massive force, launching them backward into the tunnel wall and leaving a perfect human-shaped dent.
"Jordan!"
Cate whipped her head around, but caught a flash of red in her peripheral vision.
The tall one’s fingers lit up and he sprayed a jet of flame straight at her.
Cate dove to the floor. The fire screamed overhead and melted the rock wall behind her into glowing red slag.
The heat was insane.
She lay there feeling the back of her clothes singe from the wave of hot air.
"Fuck!"
Jordan ripped themselves out of the wall, blood trickling from the corner of their mouth. That punch had rattled their insides even with supe durability.
The speed-type blinked back into view, this time going for Cate.
Jordan had expected it. They grabbed Cate’s arm, yanked her behind them, and threw a punch at the same time.
Missed.
Normal ability users had a bitch of a time against speedsters.
Except CW’s Barry Allen, apparently.
"I’ll try to grab one. You hit him with Mind Control and we’ll make it three against two," Jordan whispered so only Cate could hear.
"Okay!" Cate nodded.
Her power was perfect for infiltration, but in a straight fight she was at a massive disadvantage.
Jordan switched to male form and rushed the speed-type. The guy dodged left, straight toward Cate.
She reached out to touch him but the bastard was too quick. He was already three meters away in a flash.
"He’s too fucking fast! I can’t touch him!" Cate yelled.
"Again!"
Jordan charged once more, but a massive hand clamped down on the back of their neck and lifted them up like a stray kitten.
There were more than three supes here.
No way were they just going to stand around and let these two run their little game.
___
Early access to 12 advance Chapters.
P@t: MilkLoverFanfics
