Ex-Heroes

Six NOW

St. George looked up from Vermont at the sound of shots. Ilya did the same from the back of the truck. Cerberus echoed on his earpiece, “Who fired?” There was a long pause.

“Who fired?”

Lee, Andy, and Jarvis wheeled a cart full of supplies across the street. They stopped and looked around.

Above them a window smashed open. “Here!” Lynne shouted, waving an arm.

St. George threw himself into the air.

* * * *

The last shards of glass fell from the window as he soared through. “What happened?”

Lynne had pulled some hydrogen peroxide from her bag and emptied the brown bottle over his arm. “It was on her,” Mark said through gritted teeth. “Broke its own neck to bite me.”

“Stay calm,” said Lady Bee. She slapped the side of his head. “If you work yourself up it’ll spread faster.”

Lynne tore the wet sleeve away from the bite. The shirt had taken a lot of it, but there were still bloody trenches gouged out of his forearm. The flesh was getting pale.

Mark saw the fading skin. “Oh shit,” he muttered. “Shit shit sh—”

Lady Bee glanced at the hero. “We’ve got to do it.”

St. George was already leaning out the remains of the window. “BARRY!”

* * * *

In the back of the truck, Barry’s eyes snapped open, then clenched shut. He reached down into himself, found the trigger fused into his DNA, and flipped it.

Everything went white.

The blankets beneath him burst into flame as his clothing incinerated.

Arcs of raw power spat and twisted out to every metal surface. Ilya felt his skin burn and blister and threw himself off the lift gate. He blocked his eyes as Big Red ’s paint seared off down to the metal and the wooden planks lining the truck bed scorched black. Two of the solar panels flared and burst.

A second sun shot into the air. The wall crumbled to ash as the blazing wraith passed through it. The shadows fled the room. “Bite,” said St. George. “Left arm.”

Zzzap nodded. Understood. Do you have him?

Lynne’s eyes were wide and wet. “What are you doing?”

St. George grabbed Mark by the shoulders and pushed him flat on the floor. Lady Bee grabbed his wrist and stretched the arm out straight.

“What are you doing?!” Lynne tried to pull St. George away. He shoved her back against the wall with one hand.

Sorry, man, buzzed Zzzap. This is going to hurt like hell.

Mark gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded.

The gleaming outline dropped its hand. The fingers swung down and passed through the man’s biceps. There was a hiss, a puff of smoke, and Lady Bee fell back clutching the arm. Mark screamed while a scent like burnt barbeque filled the room.

Bee tossed the arm. One of her gloves came off and she crammed it in the amputated man’s mouth. “Bite down,” she told him. “Bite and try to calm down.” She wrapped her arms around him.

There was a crackle of static as St. George keyed his walkie. “We’ve got a bite, everyone. Whatever you’ve got, get it to the truck. We’re done and we’re moving out in five minutes.” He looked at Zzzap. “Get back to the Mount. Tell Connolly we’ve got wounded coming in.”

On it.

Big Red roared south on Vermont. They stretched Mark out on the panel above the cab, strapping him down for safety. Lady Bee perched by his feet. Jarvis crouched next to him with a wet bandanna and tapped the man’s cauterized stump. “Hey, stay awake.”

“I’m awake,” Mark hissed through gritted teeth. Sweat beaded across his face. “Give me another shot of the rum.”

“Top five celebrity kills. Who were they?” He held the bottle in his shaky left hand and took two awkward swallows. “Paula Abdul. Charlie Sheen. Frasier. Whatshername …

the Asian cylon from Battlestar Galactica .” His eyes fluttered. “Hey!” Jarvis grabbed the bottle and shook him. “Come on, you got to stay with me. That’s only four.” Mark blinked a few times. “Number one,” he said. “I got Trebek.”

“What? You’re lying.”

“Nah.”

“You’re delusional,” said Jarvis. He wiped his friend’s forehead. Mark shook his head and coughed. St. George swung up from the running boards. “How’s he doing?”

“Serious shock,” said Lady Bee. “Some blood loss. He’s burning up. Not a hundred percent sure Zzzap took the arm in time.”

“He’s going to be fine,” said St. George. “We’ll be home in less than ten minutes. Barry’s already there letting them know what happened.” Big Red swung hard at the intersection to add emphasis. Lynne’s knuckles were white on her rifle. “Why didn’t she just shoot it?” Cerberus looked down at her. “They’re full of disease. You were under it. If she killed it and any of the fluids got on you, you’d be the one dying right now.” She winced. “Is he dying? Are you sure?” The armored titan shrugged. “Probably.”

“STOP!!” Lady Bee pounded her hand on the cab’s roof. Luke slammed the brake to the floor and wrenched up the emergency brake. Big Red squealed on the pavement, leaving a trail of black rubber. Jarvis threw himself over Mark and pinned the wounded man down.

Cerberus staggered. Bee pitched forward off the roof of the cab and St.

George grabbed her as he lunged through the air. Both front tires exploded. The truck dropped, stumbled forward, and the rear dually tires blew out. Big Red lurched a few more feet, limp wheels slapping the pavement, and came to rest just past the intersection of Melrose and New Hampshire. “Son of a BITCH!” bellowed Luke. He pounded the steering wheel and threw open the door. St. George set Bee down on the ground. “Thanks for the catch,” she said. He nodded. “Everyone okay? How’s Mark?” There were nods and thumbs-up. Luke examined the tire. “Ruined,” he muttered. “No patching these.” St. George poked the oversized wheel. “Don’t suppose you’ve got six spares hidden away somewhere?”

“Yeah, just let me pull those out of my ass.” Luke drove his boot into the sagging tire. Cerberus glanced down the road. “How far are we from the Mount?”

“Little over a mile. Too far to walk before dark,” said Lady Bee. “A bunch of blowouts and a nice, high-pitched brake squeal on a quiet evening. Every ex for six or seven blocks is going to be headed this way.”

“Any guess how many that is?” She shrugged and held her walkie up in the air. “Five, maybe six hundred. We’re still too far to get a walkie signal.”

“We’re being jammed,” boomed the titan. “There’s something broadcasting wide-spectrum white noise nearby.” Andy and Lee were behind the truck, sweeping the road with their feet while the other riders covered them. Something on the ground clinked and Lee bent down. “Shit,” he said. “Boss, come take a look at this.”

“Good eyes, Bee,” said Andy. It was a thick chain, the size used for trailer hitches and fences. A pair of nails were welded across each link, a line of spikes stretched across the road. The chain was spray painted black, and a few old newspapers completed the camouflage. “Jammed and crippled,” muttered Andy. “That sounds like a trap to me.”

“Worse,” said Lee. “A trap someone set since we drove by earlier.” Ty looked around. “Seventeens?”

“Well, it ain’t the exes,” said Lee. Lynne gripped her rifle. “So what the hell’s the point of this?”

“We get left out here,” said Luke with another glare at Big

Red ’s ruined tires. “Best case scenario, from their point of view, we stay here, the exes kill us all, and they get half a truckload of supplies come morning.

Worst case, we run away, the exes kill some of us, and they get half a truckload of supplies come morning.”

“Why not kill us and take everything?” St. George yanked the chain and ripped a post from the far side of the road. “I don’t think they’ve got anything that can take out Cerberus,” he said, “and I don’t think there is anything that can hurt Barry once he’s up. Better to just do the damage and let the world do the rest.” Lynne looked at the truck. “Won’t they lose it all, then?” Lee shook his head. “Exes won’t eat supplies. Someone can just come by tomorrow, deal with whoever of us might survive the night, and help themselves to everything here.”

“Everyone is surviving,” snapped St. George. “We’ve got to get everyone out of here first. All the supplies second. Someone needs to go back and get one of the other trucks.” Cerberus shook the ground as she leaped from the back of the truck. “Someone meaning you,” she growled. Her voice buzzed when she pitched it low. “If you’ve got some jet boots you’ve been hiding from us, now’s the time.”

“I can hoof it with no risk.”

“And I can fly it a hundred times faster.”

“Why don’t we wait for Zzzap?” asked Ty. “He’s coming back, right? And he’s faster than either of you.”

“We don’t know when he’ll come back,” said St. George. “He wasn’t planning on it. As far as he knows, we’ll be showing up at the gate in fifteen minutes. Maybe another five minutes of waiting before he’ll come check. So he’s here in twenty, back there by twenty-five, and the other truck doesn’t get ready and get out here for another half hour after that. I can shave twenty minutes off that if I leave now.” Lynne coughed. “You mean …if you leave us? Out here?”

“It’s the only way. I can get away from the jammer, use the radio, and be there to help them get another truck out. Cerberus will be with you.” The young woman shook. “But …but Lady Bee said there were hundreds of exes coming.” Bee rolled her eyes. “Maybe—”

“We can’t fight that many. You’re leaving us out here to die.”

“You’re not going to die. You’ll be in the truck. They can’t get you.”

“Then why are you leaving? Let’s all just wait in the truck!”

“You don’t have anything to be scared of. They can’t hurt you in the truck.”

“They can’t hurt YOU!” Lynne was breathing fast. “You’re not scared because you can’t be hurt, but they’ll rip us apart.”

“Honey,” said Jarvis. “Relax for a minute.” She whirled on him. “How am I supposed to—” He snapped his head forward, cracking her in the skull. She dropped into his arms. “What the fuck!?” said Luke. “There’s a certain art to that,” Jarvis said, rubbing his salt-andpepper scalp with his free hand. “She’ll be out for ten or fifteen minutes.”

“What were you thinking?” He nodded down the street. “I was thinking the sun’s setting and I want to get home more’n I want to argue about how we do it. If all y’all want a piece of me once we’re back, you’re more’n welcome.”

“I don’t like it,” muttered Cerberus, “but I agree with him.” St. George nodded. “You got anything?” The armored titan panned her gaze around them. “Lots of movement. Nothing too close. Nothing warm. We’re the only living people within two blocks. Can’t find the damned jammer.”

“Three coming up from the south,” called Bee. “Two from the west.” She cocked her rifle, and Andy echoed the sound with his own. Jarvis hefted Lynne’s limp form up to Lee and Ty. They climbed into Big Red’s back and the lift gate hissed up. St. George stripped off his heavy leather jacket. “I’ll be quick.” He tossed the coat into Big Red ’s cab. “You’d better,” said Cerberus. “As soon as I’m there I can send Barry back out. He’ll keep you charged until we get another truck here.” His utility belt followed the coat into the back seat. He took a deep breath and a few running steps away from the truck. The air hissed, the darkness fled, and Zzzap hovered above them.

Hey , he buzzed. Not interrupting anything, am I?

St. George staggered to a clumsy stop. “Bastard.”

Saw this cloud when I was running to the Mount and thought I should head back to check it out.

Ty squinted at the gleaming outline. “What cloud?”

“He sees radio waves,” said Cerberus.

Hey, did you guys know there’s a signal jammer in that car over there?