The Siege of the Supers (The First Superhero Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

and I wanted it to stay that way. Tempest was a hero to these people. A hero they thought was gone forever, sacrificing his life to save them. My return needed to be spectacular and unforgettable. It needed to fill people with hope. I needed to let them know that Tempest was back, and nothing could keep him down for too long.
    “Okay, I have Doug pulling up what he can about the building right now. It looks as if the Super is one we’ve heard rumors about, but nothing concrete. The message boards Doug frequents have had some chatter about a potential Super who has the ability to split into multiple versions of himself. In the past couple of weeks he’s done some small robbery jobs—a convenience store here and there. Looks like he wanted to step up his game and bit off a little more than he can chew.”
    “Sounds simple enough,” I said. “He doesn’t have any other powers that you know of?”
    “Nope, but still, be careful. If you attack one of him, he could take control of another version of himself and kill the hostages. You’re going to have to figure out a way to take all of them out at once.”
    I hovered there for a moment, thinking. An idea came to mind. “Samantha, I need to figure out which one of them is the original. The Prime. If I can take him out, the others should cease to exist, right? They’ll form back together?”
    “Possibly. It’s our best shot. How are you going to figure out which one is the right one, though?”
    “I’m not, you are.”
    “What? How?”
    “You can project yourself into the body of any person , right?” I asked, almost rhetorically.
    “Yeah…so, theoretically, I should only be able to project myself into the body of the Prime, not his copies, since they aren’t fully human,” she said, having coming to the same conclusion I had.
    “Exactly,” I said, smiling. We were already in sync. I had a feeling we were going to work very well together.
    “Okay, it’s a good idea, but I can’t just project into anybody. I have to know what they look like. I have to know as much as I can about them. I gotta picture them in my mind as clearly as possible before I can even begin to attempt to project myself into their mind.”
    I cursed under my breath.
    “I heard that.”
    “Sorry. You can see everything I can right now, right?” I asked.
    “Gimme a sec,” Samantha said.
    I felt a weird tingling sensation in the back of my head. Like I had a cold itch beneath the skin.
    “Okay, I can see everything now. Ah, new suit. Nice.”
    “Focus, Samantha. If I run in the back and get a good look at them, you think it would be enough to figure out which one is the Prime?”
    “I think so. His mind is spread across six different versions of himself, so it should be weak enough for me to get into just by getting a quick glimpse.”
    “Okay. Get ready—here we go.”
    I flew around to the back of the building, where I broke one of the office windows and climbed through it. I landed on the office floor, glass crunching beneath my feet.
    “Holy shit, that hurt—shut up, Doug. I’m eighteen. I can curse—I’m literally getting sensations off your nerves, Kane. I can just see and hear what you do and talk to you now. That whole ‘feel what you can’ isn’t much fun when you’re punching out windows,” Samantha said.
    I chuckled under my breath, but didn’t respond. I quietly walked across the office and slowly opened the door. Then I looked left and right down the hallway and saw nothing. I closed my eyes and listened. All the heartbeats and breathing were coming from the left—deeper inside the bank.
    I hovered a few inches off the ground and began floating down the hallway, staying as quiet as possible. When I reached the end, I peeked around the corner.
    Twelve people were sitting in a circle in the break room of the bank in various states of emotion. Some of them had tears streaming down their faces, while others had stone-cold expressions, trying to stay as tough