Chapter Two

Flashback to 2015

YEAR: 2015 LOCATION: My bedroom STATUS: Filing

I stared at the files. It had taken me weeks to put together all of the information on me and my friends. Everyone knows that a filing system is needed for any organization, to record the heroes who work there, the villains who they fight most often, any sightings of possible new recruits, or stirrings of new villains to face. I placed the first file on the ground.

NAME: Redmond (Red) Davis

ALIAS: Shade

ABILITIES: Umbrakinesis, telepathy

GENDER/AGE: Male; 14

H/E/S COLOR: Red/Grey/Light

WOC: War hammer

OTHER: Parentage unknown

Red. My best friend, and the first I had gone to for ideas in forming the company. I slid his file to the side and pulled out another.

NAME: Victoria (Vicky) O’Brian

ALIAS: Shockwave

ABILITIES: Electrokinesis

GENDER/AGE: Female; 15

H/E/S COLOR: Black/Green/Olive

WOC: Two single-edged short swords

OTHER: Good leadership skills

There were more files in the stack. I set them, one on top of the other. All of my friends. The other creators of Clandestine.

NAME: Richard (Ricky) Smith

ALIAS: Blaze

ABILITIES: Pyrokinesis

GENDER/AGE: Male/14

H/E/S COLOR: Dark brown/Brown/Light

WOC: Longsword

OTHER: Always joking around, serious when necessary

NAME: Jazmine (Jaz) Ray

ALIAS: Smog

ABILITIES: Air mimicry

GENDER/AGE: Female/15

H/E/S COLOR: Dark blonde/Hazel/Light

WOC: Bow/arrows

OTHER: Took archery for… basically her whole life

They’re my team. My best friends all my life. I turned to the last file. My file. I stacked it on top of the others.

NAME: Kailee (Kai) Walters

ALIAS: Technologist

ABILITIES: Technopathy

GENDER/AGE: Female/15

H/E/S COLOR: Blonde/Dark blue/Light

WOC: Various technological devices, including palm knives

OTHER: Leader of Clandestine; has cybernetic arms.

Me. Kailee Walters. I stared at the paper a moment more, at the few sentences that were… me. Leader of Clandestine. The name of the organization was semi-appropriate. We weren’t doing anything illegal (or as the definition said: illicit) but the word in itself sounded… perfect. Clandestine. I picked up the papers and slid them back into the folder I’d taken them out of. The folder went between two notebooks on my shelf of ideas.

“Kai! Come on!” I peeked out my window to see Red and Victoria (Vicky, as we called her) standing in the street, staring up at my window. “We’re going to be late to school!”

I snatched my backpack and tore out of the house to meet them.