Delphi came to a sudden stop, her breath hitching in her throat as she pressed her back against the closest wall. There he was: Drake, the man they’d been hunting down for weeks now. Their target unlocked the door of a warehouse and stepped inside, glancing over his shoulder as he did so. Delphi ducked back around the corner and touched her finger to the comm in her ear. “I’ve got eyes on Drake. East warehouse 115.”
A cacophony of voices rang in her ears, all saying they were on their way and not to engage. Delphi made her ice skateboard disappear into the bottom of her feet as she peeked around the corner. As far as she could tell the way was clear and Drake was alone.
“Do not engage without backup,” Julian (Also known as: Phantom, her super-powered cousin) iterated as if reading her mind from a distance. He had been scouring the other warehouses for Drake along with the rest of the team.
But Delphi couldn’t wait, not with Drake so close. They had been hunting him down since he had escaped prison with the help of the Shadows more than three weeks ago. The Protectors only searched for a week before turning matters over to the Young Protectors, so they could deal with other things. For Delphi it was better this way. He was the one who had stuck the needle in her, given her, her icy powers and she would be the one to lock him up. For good this time.
“Khione, don’t engage without backup. Do you hear me?” Ignoring Julian’s voice in her ear she stepped around the corner, on high alert as she made her way to the warehouse’s side door.
“I bet she’s doing it, anyway. She never listens,” Asher said.
“Khione, if you don’t listen they will pull you from the team,” Liam added.
“Boy Wonder, we’re on a mission. We can talk about this later,” Hailey joined in.
This was why Wolf was becoming Delphi’s favorite Young Protector. He never talked incessantly through the comm. In fact, he never talked on the comm at all unless spoken to or unless he had a lead, and he never told Delphi what she could or couldn’t do.
An ice spike slid from Delphi’s wrist, into her grip, her other hand turning the knob of the warehouse door. She peeked inside and found Drake wasn’t so alone after all. He stood in front of several stacks of wooden boxes, a pry bar in hand and one box opened. Beside him was the woman who tried to assassinate Julian a few months ago, the woman in the red mask, her black hair tied in a bun atop her head. Behind her and to the left was one of the Shadows’ cronies, a man in all black with a visor over his eyes.
On all the wooden boxes were the telltale sign of Krobo Industries, just the proof the Protectors needed to take the huge technology company down and prove that the Shadows and Krobo Industries were the same. Delphi grinned at the sight, a plan already forming in her mind. If they could get the woman in the red, then they could take down the Shadows. But first, she needed to take care of their bodyguard.
Delphi quietly shut the door and squatted down, blowing into her palm. Her breath crystalized and formed a ball of ice. Elemental didn’t have the full scope of power that a true cryokinetic did, but he had taught Delphi a thing or two and had helped her fill in the blanks along the way. Over the past two months, Delphi’s powers had grown considerably, and she loved every second of having her icy powers. She slid her spike back into her wrist and crept around the side of the warehouse to another entrance. Whoever made these warehouses needed to take into consideration that villains loved these places as hideouts and rendezvous spots.
Delphi opened the door, finding Drake and the woman in red still standing over the boxes with their backs to her now. They seemed absorbed in the conversation they were having.
Over the comm, Asher and Liam now argued over what to do about the warehouse, while Hailey talked over them about letting Delphi handle this, asserting that she was strong enough to protect herself. It was giving Delphi a headache. Couldn‘t they all just be quiet and focus on the mission? Knowing she would get in major trouble for it later, she turned her comm link off so she could focus.
Delphi concentrated as she set the ball of ice down on the floor and rolled it into the warehouse’s giant, mostly empty first floor. She held her hand out and felt the familiar push and pull of using her power from a distance. With her influence, the ball of ice rolled to the opposite side of the building. Delphi closed her eyes and melted the ice down, making her hand go palm up, sliding it under the door and reforming it into a ball of ice on the other side by clenching her hand into a fist. Elemental would be so proud of her control. They’d been working hard for the past two months, nearly nonstop. Delphi would get out of Golden Gate High School every evening and go directly to training. He said he had never mentored such a fast and motivated learner. Just last week he had even said with a bit more practice and she could rival Blizzard.
Counting to five like Elemental taught her, she unclenched her hand and the ball of ice exploded on the opposite side of the building.
Drake and the woman in red who, despite two months of searching for leads, no one had been able to identify, stopped talking, their heads shooting up. “What was that?” she asked, her voice sharp and clear. She planted her hands on her hips and cocked her head.
Drake stepped toward the opposite door after shaking his head. He looked more ragged and worn down than the woman did, seeing how he had just escaped from GateWell Penitentiary a few weeks ago and had been running ever since. The Protectors were good for at least one thing: Hunting down escaped convicts. They weren’t so good at bringing down corrupt business/villain organizations or finding out valuable, important information, though.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll go check it out. Stay here.”
Delphi didn’t understand what he thought he would do. He didn’t have a defensive power. He didn’t even have an offensive power. All he could do was make people tell the truth with a touch of his hand. But then he pulled a gun from the back of his pants, clicked off the safety and cocked it with precision. Maybe he wasn’t so defenseless. He took the other guard, the Shadow with the visor with him for backup. Delphi shut the door she had come through and poised in a crouch, waiting for him to open the door. He did, and Delphi struck without any backup or anyone knowing her plan. It was better this way, she told herself. No one would get hurt if this went sideways.
She leaped out of her hiding place and threw her hand up, shooting out a stream of ice and shoving Drake through the door, and iced the door locked behind him. Locking her and the woman in red in together.
The woman in red stepped back, placing herself between Delphi and whatever valuable objects were in the crates behind her. But instead of fear scrawling across her face, she smiled and raised her hands. “Ooh, so scary. The Shadows’ failed experiment threatening me. Do you have any idea who I am?”
Delphi scowled, refusing to let whoever this young woman was scare her. “No. Why don’t you tell me?”
The woman smirked, wiggling her fingers. “They call me Nightmare. You wanna know why?”
Delphi frowned. “Uh…”
Nightmare’s smirk widened as she flexed her gloved hands. An ice spike formed in Delphi’s hand, but she never got a chance to use it. An agonizing pain ripped through her head making her drop the ice spike. It shattered into a million tiny pieces. Delphi screamed and clutched her head, the world blurring around her. The last thing she saw was Nightmare stepping up to her in those heeled red boots. Her lips moved but Delphi couldn’t hear over the pain tearing through her. She dropped to her knees, the pain dragging her into darkness.
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