The Indestructibles (Book 2): Breakout Read Online Free Page A

Jane to foster a good working relationship with him.
          "We can train him to be our pet reporter," Emily had said, showing uncharacteristic bluntness.
          "How goes it, Broadstreet?" she asked.
          "Good work with the dinosaur man yesterday," he said. "Heard about your girl Dancer's latest act of urban terrorism?"
          Jane sighed as the barista returned with her iced coffee. Jon offered to pay, but Jane waved him off. It felt too much like bribery to take coffee from the press.
          "Not. Yet," Jane said, gritting her teeth.
          Kate had become a PR nightmare since Titus stopped checking in, going after bigger and bigger targets among the local criminal element on her own. Jane agreed with the goals Kate was striving for, but her tactics were making people uncomfortable.
          "She took down the heads of a massive interstate gunrunning ring," Broadstreet said. "She left the cops Jimmy 'the Teeth' LaCoste gift-wrapped last night."
          "You're saying this like you're about to tell me why it's a bad thing."
          "She assaulted twelve men," Broadstreet said. "Now, off the record, these were twelve men who deserved to have the snot beaten out of them, but a good lawyer will be able to get them off. Maybe not as easily as they expect since Dancer left two thousand pages and a gigabyte of evidence for the police, but still . . ."
          "I'll talk to her," Jane said. "Thanks for the tip."
          "No problem," Broadstreet said. "I have another one for you if you want it."
          "Do I owe you anything if I say yes?"
          "A five minute phone interview if you find anything."
          Jane nodded. She had to give Broadstreet one thing — he was pushy, but he knew just how far he could push before she'd fly away. That had taken a few weeks to figure out.
          Broadstreet handed her a newspaper, folded to page three.
          "Look at that."
          Jane scanned the article. There had been three outbreaks of a mysterious, often fatal illness. A diner, a family restaurant, and a huge department store. Dozens of people taken ill in a matter of minutes, most still hanging onto life by a thread.
          "Healthcare is kind of out of our specialty," Jane said. "Why are you telling me about this?"
          "I just get a bad vibe from it," Broadstreet said. "I don't know why. I have this weird feeling the wrong people are looking into it."
          Jane nodded.
          "We'll take a look."
          "And I get my interview?"
          "If, if we find anything," said Jane.
          She gave Broadstreet a little salute to say goodbye and started to leave. As she reached the door, he called out again.
          "One more thing, Solar?"
          "What?"
          "The public wants to know if you have a boyfriend."
          Jane felt her jaw drop open before she could stop herself. She heard a few camera phones snap photos of her accidental look of horror. She shot Broadstreet her dirtiest look.
          "A boyfriend? I don't even have time for regular friends," she said.
          "Your fan club will be thrilled."
          "Goodbye, Broadstreet," Jane said, launching herself into the sky, iced coffee in hand, before the reporter could ask her another question.
     
    * * *
     
          Jane flew up to the Tower and entered through a platform that used to be the helicopter landing pad. At least that was how the previous occupants of the ship had treated it, but no one really knew what to call it now. A docking bay? A really uncomfortable deck? Either way, it led into a cavernous garage where an assortment of vehicles no company on this planet had designed or built, including the flying hoverbikes Kate and Titus used to come and go from the Tower.
          Or Kate did, at least. Titus found the bikes terrifying and usually called Emily to come pick him up, which was a sign of how scary he actually did