Super Supportive

ONE HUNDRED EIGHT: Canoe

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The dead silent driver, who Alden was trying hard not to think of as the Mob driver, picked them up in the parking garage in a slightly different SUV with equally tinted windows.

Where are we going? Lute asked Alden as he buckled his seat.

I assumed you were going back to campus, said Alden. And I thought Id catch a bus from there down to F.

What kind of backup would I be from that far away? Ill ride with you. Lets use the secret car like its a proper secret car! Youll take us anywhere, right? As long as I keep paying the privacy company?

In the rearview mirror, the driver nodded once.

Alden couldnt think of any reason why taking a possibly private and definitely overpriced automobile would be worse than just taking public transport. The seat was more comfortable anyway.

Okay. He leaned forward to talk to the burly, suited man who definitely wasnt a mobster. Were going right down the road to CNH because I need to pick something up from my dorm. Then its down to F, to Milagro Lakeside Village.

The Miracle Lakes neighborhoods are so twee, said Lute.

You know the place?

Yes. Its an area with decorative ponds surrounded by themed housing and restaurants. Ive never been to Milagro Lake specifically, but one of my aunts took some of us to Kiseki Lake for Childrens Day once. I got to feed the koi.

As the driver set off, Lute was air typing enthusiastically.

Alden wondered what he was so excited about until twenty minutes later when, just as they were leaving campus with the courier-delivered letter from Alice tucked in his pocket, the driver rolled down the passenger window to let a small drone in the car.

Its for you, said Lute. For your digestion.

The driver took the injector from the drone and passed it back to Alden.

We could have just stopped to pick one up, Alden said with a sigh.

Secret delivery is better. Everyone knows that.

If you say so.

Lute reached into the seatback pocket and pulled out a ski mask. Look. Youve got a balaclava on your side, too. You can wear it to go meet the person youre helping.

Alden stared at him.

They come standard with the ride, Lute said defensively. Theres a bag with more stuff in the back. Anyway, youre in a hero program. You should get used to costumes.

Im going to visit her as myself. Besides, I think costumes that make me look like a stereotypical bank robber are unlikely to be in my future.

You never know. Peoples tastes in superheroes gets stranger every year.

It was sunset when the driver parallel parked them on a street near their destination. Alden was holding a ball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses from the cars supply of incognito wearmostly so that Lute would stop suggesting disguises to him. There was fake facial hair and glue, and Alden was sure they had only been one traffic jam away from his roommate insisting on a handlebar mustache.

This is it. You want me to go with you? Lute asked.

I think its better to have you here, right? Alden said.

We havent really talked about it. Do you think this lady is actually going to try to beat you up?

No. Of course not. Its justyou know, in case.

Laura was a D-rank. But she was also a Strength Brute whod been mind controlled for years. Alden had no idea how she was going to react to seeing him. He thought theyd just have an uncomfortable conversation. But if she opened the door and cold-cocked him before he could say hello, someone needed to be safely out of reach and able to call for help.

Actually he said, wasnt there a jacket in the bank-robbing supplies?

A very large black puffer coat, Lute confirmed. You want it?

He was already reaching behind his seat for the bag of miscellaneous disguises.

Alden targeted him before taking the coat.

He was sure he was being overcautious. And he was also sure that if he died because someone who liked to cosplay as a French maid punched him hard enough to make his kidneys explode, his last thought would be about how stupid it was for a guy with a shielding skill to go out like that. Worrying about how hed look if he wore heavy winter wear out of season just wasnt a good enough reason. The puffer was slightly less of a fashion statement than the poncho, at least, since there wasnt a drop of rain.

He stepped out of the car wearing his supplies. A woman in a tank top walked past with a pair of leashed Dalmatians then turned back to stare at him.

Dont worry about her, Lute said with a grin. Shes just jealous of your style.

Alden shut the car door.

Hed only taken three steps down the sidewalk toward the arched gateway that said Milagro Village before Lutes video call came in.

He accepted it and minimized the display so that it was in his peripheral vision rather than directly in front of his face.

All right, said Lute, pressing a button to make his seat recline. Ill be your handler for today, Cottontail. Call me Odin.

Im not sure if youre being funny or unforgivably ridiculous right now.

Silence, Cottontail. Youre on a mission. Lute paused. And youre the one who decided to have a mission, of all things. I dont think the other hero hopefuls are doing missions this afternoon. Its only you. All ridiculousness that happens from this point on is your fault.

Its a neighborly warning, not a mission.

Also why does he get to be a Norse god when I have to be Cottontail?

He passed through the arch and walked beside a narrow road lined with flower beds full of carnations. Signs advertising the magical landscaping company that kept the flowers alive were picketed here and there among them. He caught a glimpse of the small lake between two buildings just ahead, but Lauras apartment wasnt on the water. Instead, he turned right and headed down a path that lead through more flowers and past six-story-tall buildings with wrought-iron balconies.

This place wasnt marked as a family neighborhood on his interface, but there was plenty of evidence that families with children lived here. Child-sized bicycles stood in the racks, and toys lay forgotten on some of the balconies. From the direction of the lake, he heard the faint sound of music.

Not the fanciest area Ive seen, but it seems really pleasant. Thoughhed yet to see anywhere on the island that looked sketchy or shabby to him. Even Boom Town, where the girls lived, had felt upscale. I might need to adjust my standards.

Hey, is this a nice neighborhood? he asked.

Lute was examining the bottle of mustache glue. I think most people would call it middle class. Why?

Just getting a feel for things.

I spent a lot of my childhood on a magical megayacht, said Lute, and when I wasnt there I was in the family mansion or Aulias midtown penthouse. Im probably not the best judge of real estate values.

You grew up fancy.

You shouldve seen how I got to school in the mornings.

Ive been meaning to ask you about school. Alden was striding through a gazebo. The heavy coat was already getting toasty. Not our current one. I mean the one you attended before. It seems like a huge amount of high rank kids are all familiar with each other from elementary and middle school. From things youve said, I know you were in classes with people we know.

Haoyu, Vandy, Kon, and Tuyet all seemed to have been in class with Lute at some point. Possibly at multiple points. And Konstantins friend group on the day theyd all come for final interviews and combat assessment was huge and full of students who talked like they shared homerooms.

Did they separate you all by prospective rank even before you got selected? Alden asked. A single classroom with more than a couple of Ss in it should be uncommon otherwise, right?

Lutes eyes went wide and he sat back up in his seat. No, they dont separate out kids by guessrank in school. Doing that in an official way would be a step too far even for the super elitists. But I went to a private academy that catered to the crme de la crme, and more than half of the kids had high-rank parents. Elbow rubbing is one of the reasons people send their spawn there. Plus small class sizes, personal attention, and slick blazers that make you look like a future CEO.

He had an unsettled look on his face. Alden, didnt anyone ever tell you about me being?

Being what?

Nothing. I was wondering whether youd picked up on everything or not. But I just assumed you would have already heard aboutmy basics, I guess? I thought people were probably still making so much noise about it behind my back that you couldnt have missed it. He looked down at his hands. Self-centered, right? But if you dont know, Ill get to tell you about it myself. Thatll benice. For a change.

He cleared his throat. Focus on your mission for now, Cottontail.

Are you okay? Alden asked.

Im Odin. Why wouldnt I be?

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Alden debated the merits of clicking the buzzer with Lauras name on it for a couple of minutes before a man dressed in disco pants and wearing a shirt made of what looked like plastic bubbles held the door open for him. > he said, giving Alden spirit fingers. >

Uhwill you? Alden asked as the door swung shut behind him.

Bubble Shirt was already skidding down the sidewalk, propelled by magic boots.

What was that about?

Lute was laughing. He thinks youre some kind of badly dressed clubber!

Right then, Alden happened to catch sight of himself in a mirror beside the buildings elevator. He was dressed all in black except for his jeans and sneakers. Black ball cap, black glasses, knee-length black puffer jacket that would have fit two of him.

Well, Im committed anyway, he thought, while Lute snickered and regaled their nameless, speechless driver with a dramatized description of Aldens encounter.

He took the stairs up to the fifth floor to give himself just a little more time to get in the right headspace.

Hi, Laura, he thought. Remember me? You probably dont want to hear this from a sixteen-year-old you dont particularly like, but I think Manon made you crush your knee and be too embarrassed around Chris to ask for his help. I think she needed to throw a wrench into the party to spite Bti-qwol, and I think she chose to do it with you because you were about to get that bodyguard job with one of the professors and she didnt want you out from under her thumb.

Something like that. Butslower. With more details.

No panicking and no getting mad at her if shes angry or impossible to persuade. It wont help anything. If its going badly I just apologize for bothering her and leave.

He pulled up the hood on the puffer coat as he reached the landing of the fifth floor. He experimentally preserved and unpreserved the garment a few times. It was much more restrictive than the poncho, and if he had to beat a retreat from an angry Brute he was going to be the silliest looking person on Earth, waddling away under heavy shielding, unable to fully bend his knees due to the coats length and unable to move his arms at all inside the sleeves.

But if Helosa cant bust my shield in a single hit with her overpowered throw, then theres no way a D-rank is getting through it tonight.

As long as Laura didnt take out his face or his ankles, hed be fine.

[Switching to texting,] he told Lute.

Lute waved at him and went back to describing the disco pants to the driver.

Alden stepped into the hallway. The floor was painted to look like colorful tile, and the apartment doors were in alternating shades of terracotta, teal, and saffron. He headed for 519, at the far end of the hall.

Hi, Laura, he thought. Im sorry to bother you, but I hoped we could have a serious conversation about Manon.

The other Rabbits hourglass away notice was still up. It would be fine.

Laura, you should really go to a healer. You should do it tonight, before she gets back home from the Triplanets. If Im wrong, theres no harm in it, but if Im right then

Maybe shed already done it. That would be best for everyone.

The door to 519 opened before Alden reached it. He stopped in front of 515, and stood there as a woman backed out into the hall. It wasnt Laura. The Brute from the boater was standing in her apartment doorway, though, seeing her guest off.

Manon, he thought.

But it was an absurd thought born of pure nerves. Lauras guest looked nothing at all like the head of the boater. She had a thick rope of white-blonde hair that fell down her back in a braid all the way to her knees. She was slim and so short Alden might have assumed she was a child, if not for the fact that she was wearing a sharply tailored suit and three-inch heels. And calling Laura dear.

Dear, I think we completely understand each other, she was saying in a soothing voice. You were right to call me. Well handle this, and everything will be smoother moving forward.

[Lute, shes got a visitor,] Alden texted. He looked around like he expected to find a convenient hiding spot in an empty hallway.

I cant see or hear that far, said Lute. Its off-screen for me.

[Do Mind Healers make house calls?]

Lute shrugged. All of my familys doctors and healers made house calls, but thats not the standard.

Alden pretended to admire the brass number plate on 515s door, while shooting surreptitious glances down the hall.

Its not all right, Laura said in an annoyed tone. You tell her that. A good job is one thing, but when it turns this sourits not worth it anymore. You tell her. Tell her I said it, and its not just me.

I understand. I understand, said the smaller woman, shaking her head. You have reason to be upset.

Manon isnt the only person who matters! It takes the whole team.

[I dont think shes a Mind Healer,] Alden reported to Lute.

And I want to be paid forfor pain and suffering! Laura said angrily. Tell her that, too.

She slammed the door in the blonde womans face.

The woman sighed and turned around. Alden forgot himself and stared at her openly for a couple of seconds.

She looked Artonan.

She looked so Artonan that he had to actually stop and think about whether she was one or not. As far as facial features went, it wasnt strange to see a human who had a couple that called to mind the other speciess average individual. Prominent cheekbones, unusually wide-set eyes, narrow brows, a high forehead, small chinthey were common enough that even seeing the full combination on a human face wasnt shocking. But in this womans case, all of those features were pushed farther than they could be without registering as alien.

And there were other cues, apart from her face, that made him question his initial assumption about her species. Her skin was just a couple shades darker than he would usually have expected of a human with such strikingly pale hair. The ice blonde seemed to be natural. Her eyebrows matched anyway. Skin and hair were quite varied for both species, but this combo felt more unlikely for a human than it would have for an Artonan. Then there was the height. She was maybe five feet tall with the heels. Petite was normal enough, but when you added it to everything else

Even her hands, thought Alden. Was it his imagination or were the fingers wrapped around the large cell phone she was holding just a little long?

Still, she was human. Even if he disregarded the context of their current location, Artonan women were almost always flat-chested, and the woman whod just left Lauras apartment wasnt. Plus her skin had a honeyish undertone, rather than a purplish one.

Shes just a very rare looking person. Possibly one whod had a much more artful plastic surgeon than his old wordchain teacher. Or maybe shed asked the System to tune her Appeal in an uncommon way.

He didnt have to stare at her for long to take in her appearance and get over the surprise. She must have noticed him standing here, but she didnt seem interested. Her eyes were on the phone.

What do I do? What were she and Laura talking about?

Alden had heard just enough to think that things were not going the way hed hoped or expected. Laura had called this person instead of a healer. She wanted to be paid for pain and suffering?

So my message prompted her to do something, but I dont understand exactly what.

Still facing 515, he cut his eyes to see the woman again. She was pushing up the sleeve of her suit. She had a smart watch on her wrist and a second piece of tech in the form of a bracelet that was casting what looked like a lighted computer display across the skin of her forearm.

I cant just stand here silently. Thats the most conspicuous option.

Knocking on Lauras door right now, with this stranger checking her email or something just outside it, didnt seem like the right call.

Leave and come back?

Alden turned.

Youre leaving? Lute asked curiously. Is the person whos probably not a Mind Healer scary?

[Im just getting out of sight while shes here. Laura was complaining to her. And asking for compensation. And I think asking her to report how dissatisfied she is to a boss?]

Sweet! Theres a boss. Is the cult leader the boss, or is there a bigger boss?

[How should I know?]

If this woman worked for Manonthen Alden was at a loss. How did he help the boater members if their answer to finding out they were mind controlled was to call the mind controller? And ask for money.

He heard the click of high heels behind him as he headed for the stairs. Fast clicking. Hed been deliberately strolling at a leisurely pace in an effort not to look like he was running away. Now he had to fight the urge to speed up.

Dont be dumb. Your legs are way longer than hers, and you had a head start. And shes just walking down a hall, not running after the strangely dressed guy to stab him in the back.

He still felt relieved when he reached the door to the stairs.

Then considerably less relieved as a butt dressed in cargo pants backed through it. The man attached to the butt hada canoe.

Why is a canoe coming up the stairs at a time like this?!

Who hauls a canoe indoors? Lute asked. Who hauls a canoe up a staircase instead of using the elevator?

> the man asked Alden.

Sure, said Alden, holding the door open.

Maybe canoes dont fit in elevators? Im impressed he got it up the staircase really, said Lute.

Fine. This is fine. Now Im helping Mr. Canoe. That probably makes me look less suspicious.

I get that these people want to live the lake life, but cant they just rent boats if they

Lutes merry chatter stopped. His expression was shocked. And then his eyes widened even further as a look of horror transformed his face.

[Whats wrong?] Alden texted him. contemporary romance

The woman in heels had just reached him. She stopped a couple feet away. She couldnt get to the elevator because the canoeist was in her way as he maneuvered his vessel into the hall.

Alden, Lute said. Dont

Dont what? Alden wondered.

Dont look, maybe. Dont say anything. Or something more personal.

Whatever it was, it remained unsaid. And Alden did look. The woman didnt have herself name-tagged, but when she was standing this close, a special notification appeared beside her thanks to his interface.

He blinked at it in surprise.

[Shes not Avowed,] he reported to Lute. [Shes a regular human.]

Lute took a deep breath. You need to come back here. To the SUV. Dont say anything. Keep your sunglasses on. Shes not acting like shes recognized you, but she might if she gets a good look at your face.

Something in his tone made Alden freeze up. Literally. He activated his skill like he expected to be on the receiving end of an attack after all. The puffer coat stiffened around him.

He forced himself to drop it. Being unable to move your arms wasnt exactly subtle.

The canoe was finally through. > the owner called, hefting it over his head and trotting off toward his apartment.

The woman headed toward the elevator. Alden slipped through the door and took the stairs down quickly.

[You know her?] he asked, keeping up with the texting since Lute had made him even more nervous.

Yes, Lute said.

[Is she dangerous?]

Shes my mom.

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