One More Day by Colleen Vanderlinden Page B

I would eventually get used to using my teammates’ actual names. “I’m looking at the security feed now. We got Dr. Death and Daemon near the Kresge Court.”
    “Try not to break any art,” Jenson muttered to me as we moved, running, keeping to the shadows toward the nearest entrance.
    “I’ve alerted the security guards that you’re on your way,” Beta said.
    “Thank you,” Portia told him. I glanced around at our group. Portia was the tallest of us, wearing a half mask, a gray arrow insignia on her chest. Amy, who’d decided to go with the code name “Steel,” had already turned to metal, which I thought was the single most awesome power any of us had, because she looked freaking deadly. Monica, AKA “Swoon,” had a wavy line as her insignia, representing her telekinetic powers. Dani’s red hair flowed from beneath her cowl, and she had a shard of broken glass as her insignia. Screamer. They were silent, serious, and I was surprised to find that I was glad they were with me.
    “Okay. Let’s do this.”
    “Try not to break anything,” David said over our comms.
    “We know, man,” Monica said.
    “I was mostly talking to Jolene,” he said.
    “Seriously. Why do you all assume I’m just gonna break shit?”
    Jenson cleared her throat, smothering a laugh, and I rolled my eyes. Portia tried the door.
    “Still locked.”
    I stepped forward and gave the handle a hard pull, and the door swung open. “Not anymore,” I said, and we walked in. We were in a lobby area, and there was a short staircase straight ahead.
    “Knights and armor is in that gallery,” Jenson said quietly. “Rivera Court is just past that.” We nodded, and Portia and I exchanged a glance.
    “I’ll do my thing,” I said.
    “You do that,” Portia said with a slight smile. I rose into the air and flew through the museum, past the large, open gallery that held glass cases full of medieval armor and weapons, though to be honest, if the situation had been different, I would have stayed in there longer. Seeing the elaborate coffered ceiling up close was the kind of thing I was grateful to my powers for. I could see things other people never got to see, not the way I could.
    Another day, maybe. I swooped toward the Rivera Court.
    “Jolene, security updated us. They’re in the Egyptian gallery upstairs now. Third floor. Death is messing with one of the sarcophagi in there.”
    “Ew. Meet me there,” I said.
    “Copy.”
    It was easy to find my way up once I figured out where the staircases were. I took it up, flying just above the floor, since I could fly so much faster than I could walk or run.
    “Are they still there?” I asked, pressing my comm.
    “Yeah. We’re on two now.”
    “Move your asses unless you want me to have all the fun,” I said. I picked up speed. I could see the Egyptian gallery straight ahead of me now, statues of scribes, pharaohs, and, in the smaller gallery beyond, mummy cases. I could hear something scraping, low voices.
    “Hold that,” I heard a male voice say, and then I burst into the gallery, through the wide doorway. Daemon and Dr. Death were there, Daemon holding some kind of stone sculpture in his hands, looking bored, which, on my limited contact with him, was how he usually looked. Death was rummaging through the nearby display case, and he picked something up. They both seemed to notice that I was there at the same time, and I made my move. Of the two, as far as I knew, Daemon was the more powerful, so I plowed into him, knocking him into the side of a large stone sarcophagus that sat in the center of the room. His head hit it with a hard thunk and he went limp. I tossed him to the floor and took a step toward Dr. Death, who clutched one of those jars that the Egyptians kept body parts in when they mummified people. I couldn’t remember the word for it, I just knew it was gross as fuck and the dude had issues if he went through all this trouble to get some kidneys or whatever the hell was