The Superhero's Powers (The Superhero's Son Book 4) by Lucas Flint Read Free Book Online Page B

Compound, I'll say hi. See you … sometime.”
    It was a lame last thing to say to my best friend, but it was all I could think to say because I honestly did not know when I would speak to him again.
    So, shutting off my watch, I stood up, grabbed my things, and dashed out of my room, making my way to the roof and hoping that my parents and I would not be in hiding for long.
    But if what Malcolm said was true … about how Robert was planning to do more than just get his revenge on me … then that probably meant that my parents and I were going to be in hiding for a long time.

Chapter Five

 
    A rriving on the roof of the House, which was quite windy and cold today, I saw that the Neocopter was no longer on the pad where it usually sat. Instead, there was a huge, strange-looking plane that looked like a UFO with a giant cannon on top. It was painted black and gray, with a weird number painted on it that I didn't understand. The symbol of the G-Men was emblazoned on the front, however, which was how I knew that it belonged to them.
    My parents were already standing near the weird plane, along with the rest of the Young Neos, plus someone I'd never seen before. He was a strong-looking guy whose age I couldn't guess due to the fact that his face looked … off. It was hard to describe, but his face didn't really look like it fit the rest of his body. It was almost like he had stolen someone else's face and was wearing it like a mask over his own. What made it look even weirder was how the rest of his body looked pretty normal, which made me wonder what his superpower was.
    As I walked up to the plane, I noticed that Dad, Mom, and the other Young Neos were standing away from the G-Men agent. Dad, who was wearing his full Genius costume, stood between Mom and the agent as if he didn't trust the guy. And, even though I didn't know who this particular agent was, I had to admit I didn't trust him much either, mostly because of his weird face.
    “Ah, Bolt,” said Dad, looking at me as I approached. “Glad you came here promptly.”
    “And you've packed all your things without having to be told, too,” said Mom, smiling at me. “I'm so proud of you.”
    I was determinedly not looking at the rest of my team— who I could hear giggling and snickering among themselves—when Mom said that, because I was pretty sure that Mom had singlehandedly destroyed whatever respect my team had for me as a leader with that one comment. I sometimes thought that Mom actually did have a superpower: The ability to embarrass me in front of other people at any moment.
    Regardless, I said, “Are we leaving right away, then?”
    “Of course not,” said the G-Men agent, rolling his eyes. “We're just going to be spending the next several minutes standing around awkwardly in the cold New York wind.” He shook his head. “Kids these days.”
    I looked at the G-Men agent in confusion. “Are you the pilot?”
    “Aye,” said the agent. He glared at the plane behind him. “Mostly because I'm the only one in the whole Department who knows how to fly the damn thing.”
    “What's your name?” I said. “Uh, I mean your superhero name, that is.”
    “I am the Uncanny Mimic,” said the agent. “But you can just call me 'Mimic' for short, if you can't remember my full superhero name.”
    Mimic's abrasive attitude rubbed me the wrong way, but I tried to speak to him politely anyway. “Mimic? Does that mean you can shape-shift or something?”
    Mimic sighed heavily, as if he was anticipating my next question. “Yes. I can change my face and body shape to look however I want. I am one of the best spies in the federal government as a result, and a fine pilot, as well.”
    “Can you shape-shift right now?” I said excitedly. “Like, give me a demonstration of your powers?”
    “Demonstrate my powers?” Mimic repeated. He turned his nose up at me. “Such disrespect! I am not some kind of sideshow attraction at a circus. I am a respected and