Sequel to the Wattpad novel The Age of Aquarius
E.J. Thompson, a reclusive author and former journalist, recalls the tales of four teenage criminals as Brooke King, Caleb Wolfe, and Nessa and Johnny Phoenix had exposed a corrupt billionaire for ille...
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Guilty hands were raised. Eyes shunned away from angry lights.
Caleb blinks at the cops. His unsteady feet back away from the piercing eyes glaring at him with sheer intensity.
"Listen," the telepath grunts, squinting his eyes. "Can anyone turn off that damn light?"
One of the officers complies by heading over to her car and switching off the sirens.
"Hey, are you kids lost?" a cop spoke.
When the children did not answer, he merely lowers his Smith & Wesson pistol and shifts towards the kids.
"We are here because we heard an enormous explosion." the officer went on. "The store owner told me that you guys were down here, looking for someone."
His hazel-green eyes glanced over Brooke's shoulder to see two burnt delivery trucks and dead Yakuza gangsters.
"What the hell happened here?" another officer asked.
He was a bulky African-American man with a navy blue police uniform, an ugly orange tie, and uncomfortable black shoes.
Brooke blushed. "We don't know, sir. It was like that when we first got here."
The husky cop aroused his left eyebrow.
"You're kidding?" he scoffs in disbelief.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Apollo standing behind Johnny.
A dark-gray hoodie cloaked his head, hair, and blue eyes. Icy white hands hid deep inside his broad pockets. Apollo's lanky body trembled like a fragile leaf.
Warm orange light brightens the children's faces, weapons, and sweat oozing down their foreheads.
To the authorities, the kids seem too young to be out here by themselves. But even so, their aloofness startled the police officers.
It is as though these teenagers were trained killers; their bold postures and hardened looks terrified the police officers.
Then, in a brief second, all the pieces begin to click inside the cops' heads. They recognized Apollo, Johnny, and the other kids from the wanted posters.
Caleb has a rap sheet a mile long; Brooke and Nessa did some petty crimes-but for good reasons. And as for Johnny, he sometimes keeps his nose clean.
But the only crime Apollo had committed was not procuring a mutant visa at a terminal.
"Oh, fuck." Nessa thought.
She witnesses the stunned policewoman fixing her unrestrained gaze on an anxious Apollo and the kids.
"I know those girls." a Cuban-American cop declares candidly. "They were the deranged waitresses who shot those two men."
