The Indestructibles (4 page)

Chapter 7:

Suits

Kate Miller sat incredibly still at the giant chrome table Doc asked them all to meet around.
So far, she was both terrified and completely unimpressed by the collection of fruitcakes and small gods Doc Silence had been bringing back to the ivory tower his former team of heroes had inhabited. This table was that team's as well, with a giant emblem of a comet circling the Earth emblazoned on it. It supposedly stood for something. Kate pretended not to care. She exercised a blanket policy of pretending not to care about the past.

      The first girl, Doc's little prodigy, was okay, Kate thought, looking at Jane with her from-another-planet red-yellow hair. Jane was polite, and humble, and made forays into friendliness which even Kate had to admit hadn't worked only because Kate herself was trying not to like anyone here. She regretted that a little bit. Jane acted a little too nice, a little too perfect, but the one thing she was the just the right amount of was genuine.

      But Kate had no time for friends, even if they could fly and melt steel with their bare hands.

      The human laser show was another story. Sitting at the head of the table with his feet up on the chrome, hands behind his head, Billy was neither nice, nor perfect — and certainly not genuine. Except for his powers. Kate already watched him in action in the training room. She wondered, not without a little jealousy, why an idiot like him got to walk around with the kind of trippy powers he possessed. He was also enjoying the whole experience entirely too much.

      People shouldn't want to be heroes.

      But speaking of people who didn't want to be heroes, Titus, coiled up in his chair like an animal, never looked comfortable. His eyes were always scanning for exits, watching body language, staring at you when you weren't paying attention . . . If he didn't seem so damned frightened all the time, she'd swear he was sizing her up to figure out how to tear her apart.

      And then the new girl showed up. Younger than anyone else in the room, with more energy than a Chihuahua on a caffeine high, chewing gum and popping bubbles larger than her head in those rare moments when she wasn't talking about something inane, Kate had begun plotting to throw her off the tower roof just to see if she could fly, and hoping she couldn't.

      It was Emily who broke the silence.

      "So what do you think he's got in store for us? Field trip? We should go on a field trip," Emily said. "Disney. Disney would be rad, wouldn't it? Maybe not. I mean Space Mountain isn't as exciting when you can fly. Right? No offense Katie."

      Kate steepled her fingers in front of her and stared.

      Emily didn't take the bait.

      "No field trip yet," Doc said, entering from the armored elevator that led to street level.

      Billy claimed the elevator didn't exist entirely in this world. Everyone else thought he was full of crap, but Emily started floating away on her first trip in the elevator, saying she felt like she "weren't where I'm s'posed to be," and Billy smirked, saying "told you so," and it made Kate wonder all the more what the smiling little arrogant nitwit had inside him whispering in his ear. There was something in there, she knew — she saw him talking to himself all the time, and there was definitely someone answering him back.

      "This is where we vote someone off the tower, isn't it?" said Titus.

      Kate almost caught herself smiling, even if the joke wasn't anything to evoke a real laugh. The kid was so quiet, so inside himself, that to hear an attempt at humor from him gave the joke more weight than it actually deserved.

      "Nope. Technically, this is related to leaving the tower, though," Doc said. "If you're going out in the field, you need to be better equipped. Jeans and Chuck Taylors aren't going to do much for you in a fight. C'mon."

      Doc led them to another chamber, a big, airy laboratory dominated by a machine the size of a small car. A strangely normal-looking computer terminal stood at one end, and a tube large enough to hold a person in it stood at the other.

      "We're being carbon-frozen," said Billy.

      Doc ignored him.

      "My friend Annie built this years ago," he said, gesturing to the machine. "Annie had . . . access to technology that nobody else could get their hands on. We called this thing the tailor."

      Jane smiled.

      "This made your costumes," she said.

      "You got it," he said. "I want all of you to spend some time with it. Think about your powers, think about what you need to help keep yourself safe."

      He pointed at Kate.

      "The fabrics this thing uses haven't been invented yet. Light, durable, but if you add some extra layers they're stronger than Kevlar. Consider using that to your advantage, Kate."

      She nodded. Kate had been wondering about what she could do to get herself on more equal footing with the bulletproof girl and the werewolf. A bit of body armor might be a good starting point.

      Doc walked out of the room. "Day off from practice. Play with the tailor. We'll have show and tell before dinner."

      They all stared at each other.

      "I have no use for this," said Titus. "I destroy everything when I change."

      Jane was already at the keyboard, looking things over. "Says here the material has a lot of wiggle room to expand with changing masses," she said.

      "Sure. Werewolf in a body stocking," said Titus. "It'll be awesome."

      "Suit yourself," Billy said, nudging in beside Jane. She swatted him and he backed off, before immediately trying to push his way in front of the keyboard again. "If you want to end every battle buckarse naked, that's your prerogative."

      Titus paused, eyes narrowing at Billy. Then, his eyes darted in Kate's direction, and she saw his skin flush.

      "I'll try to make some shorts I can wear under my street clothes," he said. "For, y'know. Decorum."

      Kate hung back as the others entered the conference room one at a time. Suspended up in the rafters, aware Doc knew she was there. But he ignored her, letting Kate play her game. He hung out in his college tee shirt and jeans, eyes still hidden behind those red glasses he'd never take off. Titus walked in first, still wearing the same baggy jeans and checkered shirt he wore in the tailoring room.

      "No luck?" Doc said.

      In response, Titus tugged on the waistband of his pants, showing the top of a pair of black pants not unlike yoga shorts.

      Doc laughed.

      "Figured this was better than a werewolf in a tutu," the kid said.

      "Good plan," he said.

      Titus nodded, taking up his usual anxious perch at the table.

      Jane sauntered in next.

      Kate rolled her eyes. Of course she'd do this, Kate thought, looking at the streamlined confection of gold and red Jane created. The girl who could fly had turned herself into an emblem, with a long-sleeved, form-fitting top, the sleeves just a little too long. High red boots, perfectly functional yet somehow looking like something out of a rocket design schematic, on her feet. A cape, a goddamned cape, Kate thought, but diaphanous, red at her shoulders and fading into blue at the hem, slashed through like daylight. She'd added a skirt to the costume as well, which made Kate want to punch her in the mouth. Completely illogical, completely ridiculous, a cheerleader move . . .

      "Normally I'd say it's better to put function over form, Jane," Doc said. "But — you grew up around all those photos on the farm, didn't you?"

      "Sure did."

      "You look like one of the heroes when I was a kid, you know. They all knew the skirts were ridiculous, but they — "

      " — knew they were symbols," Jane said. "They wanted to look like something. The form mattered."

      "Well, give it a try for a bit. You can always have the tailor make you something different later," Doc said.

      Jane nodded and sat down near the head of the table — always near, never at, Kate noted — crossing her legs demurely.

      Then Emily entered the room.

      Titus covered his eyes.

      Jane blanched.

      Doc laughed.

      "What happened to you? Break the machine?" Jane asked.

      "Bite me, twinkle-toes," Emily said. "I like it."

      Emily wore a neon green top emblazoned, appropriately, with the nuclear hazard symbol in black and white. She had black pants contrasting almost appropriately with the green of her shirt, but the nuclear symbols, repeating down her legs in neon blue to match her hair, destroyed all subtlety. Massive, knee-high combat boots with too-thick soles that echoed back to bad fashion choices of the late 1990's covered her feet. Fingerless gloves — also black — with her apparent choice of personal symbol on the palms, gripped her hands. And, inexplicably, a scarf wrapped her neck, the most hideous scarf Kate had ever seen, striped in a barrage of bland, washed out colors. It was at least ten feet long.

      Nobody said anything until Billy rambled in. And, he spoke for everyone.

      "Holy crap, you look like a girl comic books threw up on," Billy said. "Is Eyesore going to be your hero name?"

      "I can crush your heart with my brain, Billy Case. Watch your mouth."

      "What's with the Gryffindor scarf? Hogwarts called, it wants its neck-ware back."

      "You're kidding," Emily said.

      "I kid not, Harriet Potter. You look like you're being strangled by ugly."

      "This is the Doctor's scarf! How do you not know that?"

      "A what?" Jane asked.

      "The Doctor!"

      "Who?" Again, Jane, the walking irony-free zone.

      "I have a black hole where my heart should be! I am, in fact, bigger on the inside! Does nobody here watch — oh, forget it," Emily said, playing with a pair of steampunk style goggles resting on her forehead. "Can we make fun of what Billy's wearing instead?"

      They all turned to look at Billy's costume and, strangely, there really was very little to make fun of. He created a streamlined suit of white and blue, with a half mask to hide his identity. The white piping was slightly reflective and would catch the light of his glowing blasts perfectly. He truly, bizarrely, looked like an actual comic book personality.

      "I thought you were going to walk out here looking like a videogame character," Titus said.

      "I've read comic books my entire life and though uniquely unqualified as a hero, I sure know what one looks like," Billy said. He flopped down in his usual chair and threw his feet up on the table again. The lack of comedy in his appearance took the fire out of the room.

      No time like the present, Kate thought. She dropped from her hiding spot up in the rafters to the floor below.

      "OMG," Billy said.

      Kate felt a strange sense of pride that he said nothing else.

      "You look like you could murder someone with your pinky," Emily said.

      Kate's suit was all clean lines, taking on a slightly sci-fi look where extra padding was added over vital organs and soft tissue. The entire ensemble was made up of blacks and a very dark purple that looked gray in certain lights. Tungsten caps glinted on each knuckle and protected her toes, heels, knees, and elbows — all her striking points. The entire time she'd been playing vigilante she needed to be careful during fights not to chip an elbow or break toes or fingers. It felt good to be able to build in protection for all those breakable bones. She even added a paper-thin metal plate across her forehead under her own half-mask — she'd always liked throwing a good head butt, but it's a move with limited benefits if you knock yourself silly at the same time. Kate also built in a tactical belt and thin gauntlets on her wrists. The rest of the gang didn't need to know what she'd added there, though. She wasn't about to reveal all her tricks yet.

      Kate didn't trust any of them enough for that.

      "Doesn't look like she'd murder someone," Titus said, quietly. He looked at Kate with something that made her distinctly uncomfortable. Instead of his usual predator's glare, she could have sworn he was gazing at her admiringly — like she was someone to emulate. Kate broke away from his gaze so she wouldn't have to spend much time thinking about that.

      "If we're all done staring at the angel of death over there," Billy said, sparing an extra glance at Kate's armored suit again, "Does this mean we're ready for our trip to Disneyland?"

      Doc shook his head.

      "If you're going to go up against your first supervillain, you should look the part, right?" he asked.

      "I have a bad feeling about this," Emily said.

Chapter 8:

Distribution

Doc told them the guy went by the name Distribution because he thought it was funny.
When Doc explained the guy's powers, it did actually seem a bit humorous. At least to Billy. He tried to get Jane to understand why he believed so, but, as he stood across the street from Distribution's base of operations in the run-down industrial complex just outside the city, he wasn't having much luck.

      "He's got a power suit that uses kinetic energy to create super strength and stuff," Billy said. "And he's a drug dealer! Get it? Distribution? He's all distribution."

      "Can you focus? Just for a little while?" Jane's eyes flashed sunset-gold for a split second.

      Billy gave up. "Fine."

      "Now," Jane said, approaching a black and chrome status symbol of a car parked in front of the building Distribution used as his home base, "We should get his attention."

      Jane picked up the car by the front bumper then slapped it down on the pavement like a playing card.

      Kate and Titus waited in an alleyway, watching Jane and Billy start trouble.

      The plan was for the big guns to deal with Distribution himself, while Kate and Titus took out the goons who'd follow their target out the door. Kate wasn't happy about it, but just this once she'd let Doc's tactics slide. She hadn't kicked anyone in the teeth for some time, anyway.

      They watched Jane treat Distribution's car like a beach towel. Titus laughed.

      "It's time for me to get angry," he said. He looked at Kate and, for a moment, appeared incredibly young, almost vulnerable. "Sorry if I make a mess."

      On cue, a gaggle of thugs, armed with small firearms and the occasional knife, stormed out the main door of the building. Distribution, wearing a full suit and fedora, strolled out behind them.

      A fedora, for crying out loud, Kate thought, who does he think he is. She half-expected some big, melodramatic speech from the alleged supervillain. Instead, he kept it simple.

      "My car!"

      Billy and Jane sidestepped away from each other, waiting for Distribution's first move. The villain took off his suit coat and revealed the glowing wires and silvery armor of a form-fitting bodysuit underneath his street clothes. He reached back and pulled up a hood that protected most of his head in the same glittering material.

     
Watch this one,
Dude said.

      Billy nodded. He knew the alien presence would feel the gesture and read it appropriately.

      Can we blast him?

     
We will have to try
.

      Then Jane leapt full force at the thug and punched him square in the face with a blow that would have shattered the average jaw.       Instead, Distribution laughed.

      "You're kidding, right?" Distribution said, and backhanded Jane, sending her sprawling into a nearby wall. Bricks turned to red powder as she landed.

      "Crap," Billy said.

      Jane dragged herself to her feet and smiled.

      "Just wanted to see if you could take a punch," she said.

      Then, Distribution's men started shooting.

      Kate watched Titus transform, then leap into action. One moment he was a scared kid, the next he was seven feet of gray and black fur with massive jaws. He bounded on all fours toward the gangsters. This was part of the plan, but Kate still felt guilty about it. Titus would approach first because standard bullets couldn't hurt him. She wore plenty of Kevlar, but every shot that connected would stun and bruise, lessening her effectiveness in the fight.

      So Kate let the wolf lose some blood first.

      She followed close behind, watching Titus struggle to control himself. It was a visible battle — he scooped one thug up in a massive claw and Titus flexed, then relaxed, the talons, so close to slipping them into the gangster's chest and piercing his heart. But, he threw him over a car instead. Jaws nearly latched onto another man's throat, instead they clamped onto his jacket to shake him like a rag doll. Every movement seemed just a hair's breadth away from homicide.

      Then, it was her turn.

      Kate fought like a dancer. There was no other way to describe it. Spin, leg extended, pointed, armored toes to a throat. Bend, twist, lift up, armored fist into solar plexus. Jump, one leg kicked forward, one back, each foot knocking a man silly with a blow to a temple. She spun and danced to a song only she could hear. Kate lost track of Titus to focus on her own fight. An arm pointed at her to the left; skip, roll, snatch a gun from a gangster's hand. Without pausing to aim, she threw that gun at another thug, not staying to watch when the pistol smashed into the bridge of his nose as if created to be used that way.

      She leapt up, graceful as ever, to the roof of a car and surveyed the fight. Titus held a gangster in each hand. He smashed them together. Their bodies sounded like melons dropping onto one another. Kate saw a huge bowie knife sticking out of Titus's shoulder, a half-dozen bullet wounds in his back. If she waited a moment longer, she'd see those holes seal up on their own.

      Titus stopped, looked at her, and howled at the moon.

      "Me too, kid," she said, and kicked another gangster in the face.

      Subduing a single supervillain turned out to be harder than initially expected, Billy thought.

      Distribution and Jane went toe-to-toe for a few punches before she tried grappling instead. Billy wished Jane came to that conclusion earlier, however, as, with each pavement-cracking punch she threw at him, Distribution's suit seemed even more capable of throwing them back at her.

      Of course, when Jane latched onto Distribution's wrist to try to take him down, she was completely, utterly, and annoyingly in the way of Billy's ability to send light blasts at the bad guy.

      "How about a little help here?" Jane said, through gritted teeth. Distribution gripped her cape and attempted to shake her loose.

      "Hang on," Billy said.

      He pointed his finger like a gun and shot a light blast at Distribution's armor. Unfortunately, the spot he hit turned brighter for a moment, and then Distribution let go of Jane's cape and pointed right back at Billy. He wasn't able to see the concussive blast Distribution kicked back his way which sent him sprawling into a nearby car, denting the door permanently shut.

     
It appears his suit can absorb the concussive nature of our light beams,
Dude said.

      "No kidding."

      "Are you talking to me?" Jane yelled.

      "What?"

      Distribution picked Jane up off the ground and tossed her at Billy. Both heroes tumbled. Billy was amazed at her solidity. It felt like getting hit with a marble statue.

      "Hey Dude?"

     
I would not recommend another round of light blasts.

      "I wasn't going to suggest that."

      "It's really weird when you talk to your alien out loud," Jane said. Her cape flopped over her head and covered her face. She yanked it away.

      "Dude, is there a way we can figure out where his power source is?"

      "It's us hitting him, Billy," Jane said. She jumped to her feet and flew back at Distribution, striking him with a spear tackle that would have made a professional football player proud.

     
His power source is incoming kinetic energy. We know this already, Billy.

      "Yeah, but it has to be stored somewhere, right? Is there a battery or something? A . . . thingy where the juice flows through?"

     
A thingy?

      "You know what I — "

      Without warning, Dude took control of Billy's eyes. Everything took on a sharp, blue-lit tinge, becoming crystal clear. Billy — or Straylight? — saw the energy flowing across the surface of Distribution's armor like trails of light. Up and down his arms, across his back, straight down to his finger tips as he threw another punch at Jane. It took a few moments — and letting Jane block a few more punches — before Billy saw a pattern.

      "Got it!"

      "Are you talking to me or him?" Jane yelled. She tried to kick Distribution in the groin, but the gangster turned his knee in time, winced a bit, then smiled as the additional kinetic energy surged into the suit.

      "You're not good at this, are you," Distribution said.

      "Hey Jane, can you hold him still for a minute?"

      Jane looked Billy dead in the eyes.

      "Are you kidding?"

      Distribution threw a haymaker just then which once again sent her crashing into Billy.

      "Holy crap, how much do you weigh?"

      "Ask me that again, Billy, and see what I do to you."

      Jane, relentless, got back up on her feet.

      Billy grabbed her wrist.

      "'Look," he said, quietly. "He's got a central hub for the energy the suit collects. Did you see that panel on the small of his back?"

      "Yeah."

      "I can try to blast it or something. If you can help me get a clear shot — "

      Jane looked down at him and smirked.

      "I got this," she said. "Distract him for a minute."

      "Distract him?"

      Kate wasn't watching the fight, but she knew Billy and Jane faced more trouble with the head thug than she and Titus were having with his peons. Most of them lay on the ground nursing broken bones. Just a few remained, all of whom had no inclination to save their boss. Titus closed in on one of the lingering gangsters, who extended a beast of a gun out in front of him. Little good it would do him.

      "I'm not gonna let you kill me," the gangster said.

      Kate wondered if she missed something in the fight, if Titus had gone too far. She hadn't seen any corpses, just a lot of injuries.

      The gangster stared at the wolf for a moment, then looked at his gun, then back at Titus. And, quicker than Kate would have given him credit for, the gangster turned the gun on her and fired.

      And fired.

      And fired again.

      The bullets hit her body armor like a kick from a horse. The wind knocked out of her lungs immediately. One bullet struck a hip and her leg went numb — the armor held, she thought, but down she fell, the shock of the impact knocking her over. That might have saved her life, though, as the last bullet — the one that almost hit her head — slammed into a shoulder, sending a flair of pain down her right arm.

      And then she rolled on the ground. She couldn't lift herself back up in time to see what Titus did to the gangster for shooting her, but she heard it. It sounded like wet paper being torn to shreds.

      Billy launched himself at Distribution in a cloud of white light. Instead of repeating Jane's tackle, though, he threw fistfuls of alien energy at the gangster's face. He wasn't sure if the suit would protect Distribution or not, but it certainly seemed like Distribution himself wasn't convinced it would either, because he kept ducking left and right to avoid the beams. They weren't hard to dodge; Billy didn't really want them to land anyway.

      "You know, I always figured it'd be professionals who came after me when this finally happened," Distribution said.

      Up close, Billy noticed how young he was — the gangster couldn't be more than mid-twenties, not all that much older than the rest of the team. "Instead I get the teeny bopper brigade. This is disappointing."

      And suddenly there was the smell of burning air, and Jane was standing behind Distribution with her hands on fire. She reached for the power core on the back of his suit, grabbed hold of it and didn't let go. The odor of warm air was overwhelmed and replaced by the stench of burning electronics.

      "I think we're doing just fine," she said. And then she punched him in the face.

      This time, he fell down.

      Then Titus howled.

      "Crap," Billy said.

      Jane grabbed Distribution by the collar of his power suit and flew toward her teammates.

      By the time Kate rose to a sitting position — there was no blood, the armor held, but things ached and throbbed under it and she knew they'd be bruises that would hurt for weeks — Titus was gone. She traced the trail of destruction where he'd headed — knocked over street lamps, claw marks across car doors, storefront windows smashed.

      Jane landed beside her. She tucked the super-crook under her arm like a football. Billy followed close behind.

      "What happened?" he asked.

      I wasn't good enough, Kate thought.

      "I got shot. And Titus went berserk."