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“Engaging debut novel with a story that will keep you guessing to the super-satisfying end.” —Michael Darling, bestselling author of Got Luck.
Slip Stephenson has the lamest super power of all time. His father, a world renowned Super, can turn himself invisible, but Slip has never managed to do anything more than turn himself an underwhelming shade of black.
According to the rules of the School for Underage Power Enhancement and Refinement (SUPER), Slip has to pass his final test by the end of this year or he must give up his superpowered dreams and live as a regular civilian. He spends his senior year studying with five other nearly useless would-be Supers. Together, they must work as a team and overcome their watered-down powers if they want to make it in the world of superheroes.As this ragtag group comes together, they notice that strange things are happening in the Super world. A mysterious villain has set up base next to Slip’s school, and famous and powerful Supers are turning evil. To protect the ones they love, Slip and his team must take matters into their own hands.
Can Slip and his newfound friends unravel the mystery? Will they be able to take on fully-powered supervillains? And will they be able to save the world?
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Matthew Pritt would rather walk than drive, for the entire idea of The Supes was formed on a walk through a cemetery to a grocery store in Germany, where he lived for two years. Before The Supes, Matthew wrote mostly music, having studied music composition at Marshall University. He is an amateur ornithologist and his favorite bird is the kestrel. He currently lives near Huntington, West Virginia with his wife, Lauren, and hopes to see the Colorado Rockies win the World Series during his lifetime.
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Chapter 1
The Bridge
Slip Stephenson crouched against a guardrail at the end of a bridge, waiting for his orders. He couldn’t wait to get started, but Drone was still developing the plan.
The mission looked fairly straightforward. Two hundred yards ahead of Slip, dangling from one of the support beams, were two cocoons. At the bottom of each cocoon was a human head, one a man’s and the other a woman’s. The woman’s long brown hair trailed below her. Several giant bugs were crawling and flying around the cocoons. Slip did a quick inventory in his head—at least eight enormous spiders and maybe six dragonflies, although they were darting about so quickly that the exact number was hard to tell. Slip thought he saw millipedes and scorpions as well, but there were too many cars strewn about the road, obscuring his view. It wasn’t his responsibility to know the specifics; after all, Eagle was the Eyes, not Slip. But still, he was about to be in the middle of all of it. He didn’t want to rush in unprepared.
He leaned over the edge to see what was happening below, but the sun was reflecting too brightly off the surface of the muddy water. He tried to shake the spots from his eyes.
“Looks like it’s a rescue mission,” said Drone—the Brains. His voice was overconfident, nasal.
If Slip’s guess was right, Drone was somewhere downriver, far away from any of the actual danger. Slip adjusted his headset so he could hear better.
“I’d wager it’s a creature-based villain,” Drone continued. “Eagle, what do you see?”
High above the bridge, Eagle glided in a wide circle, his large wings extended. “There are a lot of nasty-looking bugs, but I don’t have position on who’s controlling them.” His voice was slightly obscured by the sound of rushing wind. “Looks like traffic is a little lighter on the left side. Slip, you’ll want to stick to that side and be sure to watch your step.”
Drone cleared his throat. “I’m the one making the plans, Eagle. We don’t know what Slip will be doing yet.”
“I just figured, since he’s the Sneak, he’d be the one—”
“I’ll let you know when I’ve decided what the plan is,” Drone interrupted. “You keep looking for the villain. I’m sure he’ll be near the hostages. Squid, are you finally in position?”
Squid’s voice was strained and uncertain as she replied. “Yes, I’m directly under the bridge now, but there are two spiders on the underside. I’m staying in the water as long as I can.”
“Fine. Eagle, can any of the bugs fit under the cars?” Drone asked.
“Maybe the millipedes, but everything else would have to go around.”
“Okay, here’s the plan,” Drone began.
“The water,” Slip interrupted. “None of the bugs can swim, so we should get in and out through the water. Squid, you can carry me up to the cocoons, and—”
“You’re not the Brains,” Drone snapped. “This is way out of your league. Have you seen those cocoons? You can’t just swim away with one of those under your arms. Squid can get one, but the other has to leave through the air.”
“But if we get them into the water safely, we can go slow. The bugs can’t get us there.” Slip was sure his idea was a good one, and he wondered if Drone was just opposed to it because he didn’t come up with it himself.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Slip, really I do. I know you want to look good in front of Squid, but leave the thinking to those who actually know what they’re doing.”
Slip could feel his face flushing and he started to reply, but Drone cut him off again and addressed the rest of the team. “Bulldozer and Hot Hands will clear a path for Slip. Then Squid will pluck as many bugs as she can off the sides and throw them in the water, right after she takes out the two spiders underneath the bridge. Eagle will try to draw the dragonflies away and I’ll send in my drones and wreak some havoc. When everything is sufficiently chaotic, I’ll give you the word, and Slip will turn invisible, sneak in, and cut the cocoons down.” He paused for a moment before adding, “And Slip, just remember to turn all the way invisible. Very important lives are depending on it.”
“You can do it, Slip,” Eagle said.
Slip tried to fight the feelings of discouragement rising within him. He had never been able to turn invisible, not even once. He could turn himself pitch black, but that wouldn’t help in the broad daylight. The only way he would ever make it through the foray unseen was if Drone’s robots made enough smoke.
Drone continued. “When you cut the cocoons down, roll them to the side of the bridge for Squid. Squid, hold one for Eagle and take the other one yourself. When the rescue is complete, fall back and we’ll rendezvous half a mile downriver, where I’m stationed. Squid, take down those spiders whenever you’re ready.”
“Oh, already? Okay then.” Squid hesitated. “Spiders. Here we go.”
Slip heard a loud splash and leaned over the guardrail just in time to see a funnel of water shoot up from below the surface. At its top stood a tan girl with long brown hair. Though she looked like a human from the waist up, her bottom half was made of eight orange tentacles. As she rose, she shot a stream of ink from her wrist. Then she disappeared under the bridge and was followed a few seconds later by another loud splash. A light mist sprayed across Slip’s face. He heard Squid grunt into her microphone, then saw an ink-stained spider fall from below the bridge into the water. The spider flailed about for a moment but quickly sank beneath the surface.
“Did you all see that? That was awesome! Spiders are out!” she exclaimed.
“Bulldozer and Hot Hands, you’re up,” Drone said. “Clear a path for Slip.”
Bulldozer, a muscular boy with short blond hair, and Hot Hands, a dark-haired, dark-skinned girl, rushed past Slip up the bridge. Bulldozer used his super strength to push cars to the sides while Hot Hands burned encroaching bugs with her palms. Slip watched them anxiously, mapping out his route in his mind.
Bulldozer tried to push a big pickup truck to the side, but couldn’t budge it. “I can’t move this one,” he said with noticeable strain in his voice. “It’s too heavy.”
Eagle swooped low over Bulldozer and Hot Hands with a sapphire blue dragonfly trailing him closely. “It’s okay, Bulldozer,” he said. “Slip, when you reach the truck, go left. There’s more room on that side. And fewer bugs, at least for now.”
“Thanks,” Slip said. He bounced nervously on his toes to keep his muscles loose. As soon as the others had cleared enough of a path, it would be his turn.
A mechanical buzzing filled Slip’s ears as a swarm of baseball-sized drones with helicopter-like rotors zoomed toward the bridge. They were each one of three different colors: black for smoke, blue for ice, and red for fire.
“Bridge crew, how are you doing?” Drone asked. “Need some cover?”
“Maybe,” Hot Hands said. “What do you have in mind?”
The five black drones exploded, releasing black smoke. Slip heard coughing.
“What are you doing, Drone?” Hot Hands gasped.
“Giving you cover. Carry on.”
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