The Infected 3: Cast Iron by P. S. Power Read Free Book Online Page B

that probably would have been about an even fight, but Level had brought about thirty of her closest super-powered friends with her, showing a lot more foresight than Marcia had thought the woman had.
    They’d nearly killed the man. Until Proxy got there and made everyone back off. The tiny red headed girl’s anger showed still, even months later. This time by hitting Lauren in the back of the head with an elbow just after she squeezed by, hard enough to send the woman flying forward, even with the weight difference. Lauren weighed something like twelve hundred pounds after all. That Bridget, who might have weighed eighty pounds soaking wet, didn’t move when she did it showed that the girl was subconsciously stabilizing herself using her flight powers already, even if she didn’t know she had them.
    Great.
    Marcia was about to say something about the scene when Brian spoke up.
    “Stop that now Bridget. We’re going on vacation, so we all have to get along. It’s a rule.” He said it like it was something real, but then he was an only child which probably gave him a skewed version of things like that.
    She had three brothers and knew vacations as a time of covert violent actions and psychological torture. The idea of running over and chanting “I’m not touching you” at Brian while hovering her hand over his face was tempting, but she decided to leave that for later, in case things got uncomfortably boring.
    Bridget watched Lauren move back into position slowly, trying to be careful not to damage the carpet as she moved. It was nice after all the whole plane was, done in cream and gold. Everything was expensive too. The girl was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, one that had some kind of cartoon character on the front, red and yellow for her whole outfit and a pair of tiny sneakers without socks.
    “Sorry. Slipped.” She lied so obviously it would have been less offensive for her to have said nothing.
    Lauren held her tongue and gave no external indication of emotion at all. It was sad to watch the whole thing, since every single side of it was right in what they were doing, as far as Marcia could tell. Lauren had to try and protect the girl at the time and very few people on the planet could have taken Prime down if he really was raping his daughter. The evidence had been solid looking too. Video proof that only one or two people in the world could have put together without it being real. It just so happened one of them, a woman that used to be with the IPB, had. Trivia, the woman who knew everything.
    Bridget for her part was mad because no one except Brian had believed she wasn’t sleeping with her dad, even though she’d told them she wasn’t. Then everyone had tried to kill her parents. So yeah, what the hell was the kid supposed to do now? If it had been Marcia she would have waited and set them up, taking them out one by one, making it looked like accidents.
    Hopefully Bridget was a better person than she was.
    Scott…
    The accusations had clearly left him angry. It was something he took pains to hide and he hadn’t lashed out at anyone physically yet, but the man was all about his personal self-worth and pride. How he was keeping himself from taking out a few people himself she didn’t really know. He’d left for about a week, but Brian had talked him into coming back somehow. It was needed for their long term plan to take down Braid and her crew of super baddies that wanted to kill a few million people and start a war between the Infected and the norms. At least that was her guess. He might also just like the Chambers family and not want to see them be hurt.
    Brian was a soft touch that way.
    Scott shook his head and spoke calmly, almost as if he hadn’t noticed what had just happened at all.
    “Bridgie, you promised to behave. This is supposed to be a fun trip, so don’t ruin it for anyone.”
    The girl nodded and plunked down on the floor to the right side of the craft, after about a minute of