The War of the Supers (The First Superhero Book 3) by Logan Rutherford Read Free Book Online Page A

going to go get some rest,” I announced as I grabbed my plate.
    “I’ll walk with you to your room,” Samantha said. “I’m going to bed too.”
    My heart skipped a beat, and I had a split-second decision to make. On one hand, I wanted to walk with Samantha back to my room, but on the other hand I wasn’t actually going to go to my room. It was just a lie to excuse myself and not have anyone come looking for me later. “Well, I was actually going to use the bathroom first.”
    “Isn’t there a bathroom in your room?” Drew asked as he stood, collecting his trash.
    “Yeah, but there’s something wrong with the pipes or something. I’m just using the one down here.” With that, I excused myself, unable to make eye contact with Samantha. If I did, I knew she’d somehow be able to tell I was lying.
    I strode out of the room, making sure to swing the ballroom door open wide as I left. I looked around, making sure no one was in the hallway. The ballroom door was almost shut when I sprang into action. I ran back into the room so fast, nobody could see me.
    I grabbed a plate of food and a bottle of water, and was in and out in a split second.
    It was time to pay my little secret a visit.

PRISONER OF WAR
    It wasn’t until I reached the entrance to the tunnels beneath Dallas that I slowed down. The sky was almost completely dark, and the long, dark entrance stretched before me. I sighed before taking a step forward. I focused on my eyes, causing them to glow, lighting my path.
    The pedestrian tunnel system beneath Dallas housed many storefronts and food courts. It had been built to allow people to comfortably get around downtown Dallas during the sweltering heat of Texas summers, but it was rarely used and mostly neglected in recent decades. According to Selena, it was something that not a lot of people who lived in Dallas knew about.
    I was able to keep everybody out of the tunnels, taking it upon myself to be sure they weren’t being used by the Legion or the STF to spy on us. When I went down into the tunnels, it was to visit the secret I kept down there.
    When I reached the boarded-up store that had once sold clothes, I set down the plate of food and the water bottle and fished my keys out of my pocket. I unlocked the padlock and swung open the door. The light from the room hit me, followed soon after by my actual prisoner jumping on and hitting me. I pushed him back with my free hand, sending him across the room.
    I sighed. He tried that every single time I went down there.
    I grabbed the food and the water bottle and shut the door. “You have any dirty clothes for me?” I asked him as I set down his meal on the table I had set up in the middle of the room.
    He stood up, groaning from my push. “Yeah, over there,” he said, pointing to the hamper next to the bed, up against the back wall.
    I walked to the hamper and picked it up, and set it down next to the door so that I wouldn’t forget it when I left. Then I walked over to the table and pulled out the chair across from him. I sat down and watched him eat.
    My prisoner’s name was Marcus Arinelle. He was a late-20s STF agent I had captured two weeks prior. His hair was unkempt, and his beard was starting to come in thick. “I’ll bring you some shaving stuff to take care of that beard, if you want me to,” I said.
    Marcus looked up at me, chewing a bite of mac & cheese. “I thought you forgot about me. You didn’t bring me lunch.”
    “There was an attack. Got a little distracted.”
    “The STF?”
    “No, the Legion,” I said.
    “Anybody die?” he asked.
    “Two civilians. One Super got injured. Nep.”
    “I’m sorry about the civilians,” he said.
    “I know.”
    “Does that mean you’re going to do it tonight?”
    I was taken aback. “What do you mean? Do what?”
    “Do what you’ve been telling yourself you’re going to do every time you’ve walk through that door for the past two weeks,” he said, pointing his fork at me and at