The Unforgettable Logan Foster: List 4

“I am aware that it’s probably an international security breach, but a supervillain just destroyed your West Coast HQ, so I’m guessing that a high school volleyball player knowing a few secrets isn’t your top concern.”

After a few turns, Dr. Chrysler led us to a door that read “Emerging Technologies Lab—Authorized Personnel Only,” and he swiped a key card that opened the security door.

I did help design both of them. This one has many of the same amenities, with a few upgrades and far fewer celebrities wandering around on the surface.

Margie’s cell is fitted with a specially calibrated electromagnet that exerts a force seventy-two times that of Earth’s gravity on the alien metal in her skin.

Oh, and the glass has been coated in a telepathy-canceling isotope so she can’t ‘talk’ her way out.

Within his cell, his hands, feet, and the top of his head were all cinched into metallic spheres.

“Dark matter collectors on his extremities, pulling at his molecules, interrupted by randomized neutrino bursts,” Dr. Chrysler explained in a way that made me think he was proud of it.

MASC grew more powerful, despite having almost no real power other than the ability to coerce superhumans into joining the cause. Anyone who disobeyed or dared to make decisions for themselves was declared a villain and then MASC would send their heroes to root out these so-called enemies.

All Gdula and the rest of his camo-wearing cronies cared about was building a tactical advantage.

Necros’s ability to drain an organism’s life force and convert it into energy that sustains and heals her...that could be a fountain of youth.

They might’ve gotten what they wanted if that fracas in the control room hadn’t destroyed the mainframe.

Join us in our battle to end superhuman slavery and servitude.

Claim your rightful places above the petty regulation of humans.

In any revolution, there are innocents hurt before justice prevails.

“What do you mean?” Gil asked, in between the bursts of being atomized.

By the time we were escorted into the room with the Houdini chairs, I had spouted out several pages of the Dungeons & Dragons Monster Manual, recited the appendix of a world atlas, and listed all the colors up to mauve in the song “Joseph’s Coat” from the musical Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat.

“But as you see, within the formula, there is an exponential relationship between the length of the memory to be erased and the margin of error. The standard deviation we see when erasing one hour is almost nonexistent, but when you go to two hours, it doubles, though it’s still a minuscule risk. At three, it doubles again, and so on. You’re asking us to erase up to seven hundred hours of his memory.”

“Permanent brain damage. Hemispheric interpolation. A loss of months, even years. We have no idea what this amount of exposure will do to a normal human mind.”

“Please. You don’t have to do this to me! I’m no threat to you.”
This seemed to intrigue her because with a simple hand raise, her security goons put me down.

A century ago, I learned of this new entity, MASC, and I offered my services to them.

“Dr. Chrysler, can you stop cavorting long enough to explain why you’re so happy?”

Unless Necros was bluffing, all paths led to either Gil or Margie dying.

Instead, he was fishing around in a hidden pocket on the inside of his fatigues.

When the guards show up, you use your L-2 muscles to incapacitate them...if that involves lethal force, so be it.

I’ll commandeer their weapons and...

“What the hell is going on? Where’s the threat? All I see is the kid.”
“The kid is the threat, you dolt!”

But there was one person in the room who was unencumbered by deep thought.

He must have believed me because the rumbling and glowing subsided for a moment.

On the other side of the room, FemmeFlorance had wrapped an entire squad in the long tendrils that sprang out of her hands. The vines shot out like mini missiles from her fingers, and they tightened around the bad guys, pinning their arms by their sides.

The room was in shambles. There were dozens of commandos out cold.

Anyway...the whole room was undulating underneath everyone’s feet. The floor rippled out from where Seismyxer had fallen.

Necros’s other hand, however, was bare and she had it poised just inches from Elena’s throat.

Elena’s limp body fell away from the saucer and started plummeting toward the smoldering crater where the auditorium used to be.

I bent over Elena’s prone body and looked right into Gil’s eyes.
“Is she alive? Just tell me! Is she...”

You, son, are a bona fide menace; a walking, nonstop-talking, global security breach waiting to happen.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t put you in the Houdini chair until your brain is blanker than a ream of copy paper?

“He also single-handedly neutralized Seismyxer and kept the database out of Necros’s hands.”

Mal was bullying a couple of the younger orphans to give up their seats on the couch, threatening to put a booger in their hair if they didn’t move. His right index finger was a knuckle deep in his nostril, so it definitely wasn’t an idle threat.

They were interrupted only by short little inhales that made me wonder if she was dealing with a restrictive lung disease. According to Dr. Jonathan Robert Caronia, there are five different classes of these diseases, including pleural, alveolar, interstitial, neuromuscular, and
 thoracic cage abnormalities.

But for once, I didn’t answer with all the information I had. First of all, I knew it would take way too long. Second, I looked to Gil and Margie who were subtly shaking their heads and I understood what they meant.