Big City Hero UNOFFICIAL BOOK TWO

Chapter Three: #StillAlive!

Beside me, Charlie nearly died choking on his McMuffin. I smacked his back as hard as I could. I couldn't save his dignity but might as well save his life.

When he sucked in a breath of air, I hoisted myself over the railing and let myself fall to the ground. Absorbing the shock and looking rather bad-pickle, I stood up and used my energy to heighten my senses.

The crowd that surrounded Tornado and Boomerang parted as I walked up to them.

I seemed to have forgotten how tall and solid Boomerang was. He towered over me, dark as night, twice my size and yet as gentle as a kitten. "Flaming Spark, I'm here to resume my duties," he said. Sounding like he was never even gone in the first place.

I scanned them up and down but nothing looked out of place. Even Tornado's usually messy hair was brushed and settled down, which is probably a red flag in its self.

"I'm sure you are, but you two have to answer some questions first," I said.

My brother walked up behind me in all his Anti Gravity wonder. He folded his arms across his chest and looked like a scary Second-In-Command superhero.

I turned to my twin. "Take Tornado to an interrogation room. I'll handle Boomerang."

Losing his stern posture, he stood to the side and nodded his head at Tornado. "Come on, just a few simple questions."

"Happily!" she said, smiling brightly and following Anti Gravity. When she passed me she flicked her long black hair at me, it hit me right on my face and tickled my skin as she walked away.

"Every time," I grumbled under my breath, shooting her an evil look for her vile habit. I turned back to Boomerang and sighed. "Just a moment of your time, Boomerang."

I turned sharply on my heel and walked to one of the many interrogation/holding/let the super cool off for a bit rooms. They were natural power neutralizers, meaning that once you walked in, your powers were disabled.

The walls had been specially coated with imported kryptonite, which we all know is Batman's weakness but it also works on everyone else.

Just kidding, we didn't use kryptonite.

The room was bare except for a table and three chairs in the center. The walls and floor were a clean white and a single bulb hung down from the ceiling, providing more than enough light in the small room.

It was a little cold for me as I shut the door behind us, so I heated it up a bit, just so it was more comfortable.

What? Don't judge me. I don't like to be cold.

With a loud sigh, Boomerang sank down into a seat, looking tired in the light. Or maybe it was too hot in here. He tugged at his shirt collar and loosened his tie. "I should fix that air conditioner again, it always seems to be breaking down."

Yeah, because I'm always breaking it. I hate that overzealous a/c.

I stopped heating the room up. "Definitely." I sat down across from him, crossed my arms on the table and leaned forward slightly. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I could totally pass off as a cool detective in a movie. Someone cue my theme song.