Mod Superhero (Book 6 STUBBING on Oct 27th)

Chapter 6.50 - Altering the Plan

Mod's group swept across the street like a living wrecking ball. Its outer edges were surrounded by fire and nanites, and its edges melted and diffused the projectiles from the army of biomechs and soldiers. Mod's group punctuated the exchange with their own counterattacks—lasers stretched out across the street, and Lock rocketed toward the next heavy mech.

It reminded Mod of the dance that he and Clara had above the field just hours ago. Except instead of two partners, this dance had four. Theirs was a waltz of surgically controlled destruction. TINA led, calling shots for each of them in time. Arsenal and Emmett controlled their defenses, while Mod and Lock led offense.

They stayed on the asphalt and kept as parallel as possible to the street. It allowed them to both manage the reach of Arsenal's fire shield and also the direction of incoming fire. Despite what the Brotherhood had planned, Mod's group was trying to keep injuries and collateral damage to an absolute minimum.

That was easier said than done. No simulation was perfect. TINA was constantly updating parameters and rerunning calculations.

Despite their best efforts, melted bullets and superheated shrapnel were a fire risk. With TINA's help, Emmett dedicated a growing portion of his swarm to putting out nearby fires.

Seconds dragged on as Mod's group swept across the street.

Lock toppled another hec unit and pried off its armor, seeking vital wiring beneath. Even on its side, the mech continued firing. Its shells and captured net struck Emmett and Arsenal's barriers and melted. Meanwhile, Mod fired three more lasers, boring holes through sec and rec units.

They were making progress. It just wasn't fast enough.

Mod's team cut down the rest of the drones out of the sky and took down all but two heavy mechs—

Then the Summit's reinforcements arrived.

Three supers comprised the main strike team: Siphon, Nail, and Abyss. They rode in Fast-Response drones and were coming in fast.

The drone carrying Siphon crashed. It gouged a line in the street before she kicked open the hatch and tumbled out. She wore a simple black bodysuit, but she was already gaining power. As she tumbled to a halt on the pavement, red lines began to appear across her body. They glowed through her suit like bolts of lightning. Siphon released some of her pent up energy, emitting a red flash of light. She flipped upright and skidded to a halt, her feet charring the asphalt.

Siphon was rated Class 4, and could absorb and repurpose energy—everything from a candle flame, all the way up to Arsenal's most powerful attacks. Of all three supers, she was the most reckless, and therefore the most dangerous—both to Mod's team and to the hundreds of bystanders across the block.

The other two drones made a quick but controlled landing on the street, and Nail and Abyss hopped out.

At a glance, Nail looked like a cross between an artificer and a walking pincushion. He was clad in a low-power exosuit, but It had been specially modified with rows of nails and shrapnel that could be used as projectiles. He was technically only Class 3 and didn't have the defensive powers of the other two, but he made up for it in raw firepower. Some of his feats were even comparable to his teammates'.

Abyss was the other Class 4. He wore a plague doctor's mask, and even with Mod's enhanced vision, Abyss's eyes were little more than sunken shadows. Light seemed to fade and bend beneath his long coat. He walked behind Siphon and Nail.

Separately, they all posed problems. All three were all veteran supers. Together, they were a potent match-up and seemed hand-picked to take on Mod's team—