Archenemies (Renegades, #2)

Archenemies (Renegades, #2)

Marissa Meyer



For Garrett and Gabriel, future superheroes





CAST OF CHARACTERS


THE RENEGADES: SKETCH’S TEAM

SKETCH — Adrian Everhart

Can bring his drawings and artwork to life MONARCH — Danna Bell

Transforms into a swarm of monarch butterflies RED ASSASSIN — Ruby Tucker

When wounded, her blood crystallizes into weaponry; signature weapon is a grappling hook formed from a bloodstone SMOKESCREEN — Oscar Silva

Summons smoke and vapor at will


THE RENEGADES: FROSTBITE’S TEAM

FROSTBITE — Genissa Clark

Creates weapons of ice from water molecules in the air AFTERSHOCK — Mack Baxter

Causes the ground to move with earthquake-like force GARGOYLE — Trevor Dunn

Mutates all or parts of his body into solid stone STINGRAY — Raymond Stern

Delivers venom via a barbed tail





THE ANARCHISTS


NIGHTMARE — Nova Artino

Never sleeps, and can put others to sleep with her touch THE DETONATOR — Ingrid Thompson

Creates explosives from the air that can be detonated at will PHOBIA — True Name Unknown

Transforms his body and scythe into the embodiment of various fears THE PUPPETEER — Winston Pratt

Turns people into mindless puppets who do his bidding QUEEN BEE — Honey Harper

Exerts control over all bees, hornets, and wasps CYANIDE — Leroy Flinn

Generates acidic poisons through his skin HAWTHORN — Name unknown

Wields deadly thorn-covered tentacles





THE RENEGADE COUNCIL


CAPTAIN CHROMIUM — Hugh Everhart Has superstrength and is nearly invincible to physical attacks; can generate chromium weaponry THE DREAD WARDEN — Simon Westwood Can turn invisible

TSUNAMI — Kasumi Hasegawa

Generates and manipulates water

THUNDERBIRD — Tamaya Rae

Generates thunder and lightning; can fly BLACKLIGHT — Evander Wade

Creates and manipulates light and darkness





CHAPTER ONE

ADRIAN CROUCHED ON THE ROOFTOP, peering at the delivery entrance behind Gatlon City Hospital. It was early morning—the sun hadn’t risen yet, though hints of light were turning the sky from charcoal gray to pale violet. The dimness made it difficult to see anything ten stories below, beyond a couple of vans and a supply truck.

“I have eyes on the getaway vehicle,” said Nova, who was watching the quiet streets through a pair of binoculars.

“Where?” he asked, leaning toward her. “How can you tell?”

“That van on the corner.” She swiveled her view from the vehicle to the hospital door and back. “Nondescript, blacked-out windows, engine still running even though it’s been parked since we got here.”

Adrian sought out the van. Steam was rising from its exhaust pipe in great white clouds. “Is there anyone inside?”

“One, in the driver’s seat. Could be more, but I can’t see into the back.”

Adrian lifted his wrist toward his mouth, speaking into his communication band. “Sketch to Smokescreen and Red Assassin. Suspected getaway vehicle is parked at Seventy-Ninth and Fletcher Way. Set your stations to the south and east escape routes. Still waiting on internal recon from Monarch.”

“Roger that,” Oscar’s voice crackled back at him. “We’re on the move.”

Adrian tapped his fingers against the rooftop ledge, wishing the back entrance to the hospital had better lighting. There were six street lamps, but three of them were burned out. Shouldn’t someone have taken care of those?

“Can I see?” he asked.

Nova held the binoculars out of his reach. “Get your own pair.”

Though he wanted to be irritated with the response, he couldn’t help a twitch of a smile. It was fair enough, he supposed, as Nova had spent twenty minutes that morning explaining to Oscar all of the modifications she’d made to this particular pair of generic binoculars. They now sported autofocus and stabilization functionality, motion targeting, night vision, a video recorder, and computerized lenses that could display GPS coordinates and weather forecasts. And because that evidently wasn’t impressive enough, she’d also added software that combined targeted facial recognition with the Renegades’ prodigy database.

Evidently, she’d been working on them for months.

“Fine, I will get my own,” he said, pulling his fine-tip marker from the sleeve of his Renegade uniform. He started to sketch a pair of binoculars onto the side of a metal utility box. “Maybe I’ll give mine X-ray vision.”

Nova’s jaw tensed. “Were you always such a one-upper?”

He beamed. “I’m only kidding. I would need at least some basic knowledge of how X-ray vision works. But I’m definitely giving them that motion-targeting feature you talked about. And ergonomic handholds. And maybe a flashlight…” He finished his sketch and capped his marker. Pressing his fingers against the metal surface, he pulled the drawing from the utility box, transforming it into a functional, three-dimensional reality.

Kneeling beside Nova again, he adjusted the width of his new binoculars and peered toward the street. The van hadn’t moved.

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