The Secret of the Supers (The First Superhero Book 4) by Logan Rutherford Page B

think she’d tell us?” Doug asked.
    “I don’t know, but she sure as hell would be more inclined to if we were on her good side.”
    “Well then,” Doug said, nodding his head. “I think we’re making the right call by going to England. “If it’ll help us in all those ways and help us find Samantha and rescue her, we’d be dumb not to.”
    I gave Doug a pat on the shoulder. “I think you’re right,” I said with a smile. I stood from the couch. “Where’s Eddie?” I asked. “I need to apologize to him for…you know…almost choking him to death.”
    Doug pointed to the backyard. “He’s out there in the shed. Tinkering with something, of course.”
    I nodded my head. “Thanks man. Keep me updated if you hear something from London.”
    “Roger that.”

    ****

    I stepped into the two-car garage that Eddie turned into his own work shed. The smell of gasoline flooded my nostrils, joined by the scent of something burning. There were shelves of tools, supplies, and failed experiments stacked on all the walls. A large workbench sat in the middle of the room, a pile of various pieces of equipment and pieces of metal piled high. “Hey, Eddie!” I shouted.
    Eddie’s sweaty head poked out from the side of a pile of scrap. He smiled when he saw me, his sixteen-year-old face beaming with the joy of doing something that he loved. “Hi, Kane,” he said.
    I walked over to him. Whenever I got close I could see the bruises around his neck caused by my own hands, and I once again thought I was going to lose it all over the garage floor. “What’re you working on?” I asked as I stepped around his workbench to stand next to him.
    “I’m working on these little pod things,” he said, pointing at one of the silver cylindrical objects he was working on while he sat in my room, waiting for me to come to.
    “What for?” I asked.
    “I’m trying to store my electricity in them, that way I can make a bunch of… electricity grenades, I guess you could call them.” He picked one up and tossed it around in his hand. I grew nervous at how nonchalantly he was handling something that had the word “grenade” in them, even if the electricity wasn’t going to have any effect on me.
    “Those could come in handy,” I said.
    Eddie nodded. “Yeah, I’m trying to figure out a way to attack people that’s a bit more predictable. Just shooting electricity is unpredictable, the current might go somewhere I don’t intend. But these things?” he said, holding the cylinder up to the light. “Where ever these things hit— poof , the target is fried.” He set it back down on the table, his presentation over. “I just need to work on my aim.”
    I chuckled, although I felt weird about laughing at something that was really pretty dark. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out soon.” I cleared my throat, and scratched the back of my head. “What I came out here for, Eddie, is that I really wanted to say that I’m sorry about…” I wasn’t sure how to say it, so I just gestured to my own neck.
    “Oh, you mean grabbing me by the throat, pulling me through a wall, and slowly choking me to death?” he said.
    I nodded. “Yeah, that. I’m sorry about…that.” I didn’t know why I couldn’t just come out and say it. I guessed it was because if I did, it’d make me so sick I’d throw up everywhere.
    “Well, I can’t say I trust you completely. What you did hurt in a lot of ways. But I forgive you, Kane. I know you’d do—and have done—anything to protect us,” Eddie said, his eyes not looking away from mine.
    The way he was being genuine touched me, and I was happy to have his forgiveness. “I totally understand. Thanks for forgiving me.”
    “No problem,” Eddie said with a smile. He turned back to working on his electricity grenades.
    “You should get out of this shed more often. You’re always tinkering with things, we’d love to have you hang out with us more,” I said.
    Eddie stopped and