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    Jumpers 2: SQUAD, #2
    Jumpers 2: SQUAD, #2
    Jumpers 2: SQUAD, #2
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    Jumpers 2: SQUAD, #2

    By S. G. Basu

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    Ben’s time to get his memories back is running out. Fast.
    The Spasm—a solar event that affected millions on Earth—has wiped out Ben’s memories. He hopes to piece his past back together the only way he can, by using the superpower the Spasm has bestowed on him—an ability to travel across time.

    Davor City needs him more than ever now. As does Shilpa, the mysterious girl who helped him fight off the murderous rogue from Psionic H. But when the trickle of memories stops, Ben has little interest left to use his powers for good.

    Will Ben be willing to help the city before the Psionics rip it apart? What will it take for Ben to care again?

    Jumpers 2 is the second book in the SQUAD series, featuring a band of accidental superheroes along with non-stop action, surprising plot twists, and compelling characters. If you like fast-paced adventure, thrilling paranormal powers, and dark conspiracies, then you’ll love this page-turning book from author S. G. Basu.

    Pick up Jumpers 2 to enjoy this exciting new series today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamweaver Press
    Release dateMar 13, 2017
    ISBN9781386637295
    Jumpers 2: SQUAD, #2
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    S. G. Basu

    S.G. Basu is an aspiring potentate of a galaxy or two. She plots and plans with wondrous machines, cybernetic robots, time travelers and telekinetic adventurers, some of whom escape into the pages of her books. Books have been an important part of Ms. Basu's life. Even before she had learned to read on her own, she spent hours wandering in the stories her mother read to her. Soon enough, she was weaving a tapestry of magical tales of her own. Once upon a previous life on planet Earth, S.G. Basu trained to be an engineer, and her interest in science and her love of engineering shows up time and again in her books. She shares her home with a large collection of Legos, a patient husband, and resident inspiration and entertainer, her daughter. Find out more about the futuristic worlds she creates at sgbasu.com.

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      Jumpers 2 - S. G. Basu

      One

      March 21, 2055

      It started like every other stakeout, except instead of being as sharp as a tack as I usually liked to be during missions, I was beat. In fact, I wasn’t even half my normal self.

      Hunkered down in an alleyway in the south side of Davor City, my nose assaulted by the stench of the bay mingled with the lingering smell that’s part of every alley in a big city, my body cold, I was one hell of a mess.

      Not how I should’ve been, definitely not when I was lying in wait for the most barbarous mass murderer Davor City had seen in a while. I needed to be focused. I would’ve killed for a warm bed and a steaming bowl of soup, but I couldn’t leave. I had no choice. No matter how much my head hurt from the last cold wave of this season, or how my limbs were numb because of non-stop jumps across time in the past day, I had to keep watch on Connor.

      Connor, an adorable little six-year-old, lived with his mom across the street from where I was crouched. The light shone in his bedroom window and I guessed he was playing with his toy trucks. There was some time until the lights went dark, thirty minutes to be precise. Right after that, the slaughter would begin.

      Another blast of air howled through the alley and hit me in the face just as I was about to pull out my radpod—the electronic valet of these times—to check the time. Even though I tugged my jacket tighter around me, it helped little against the sharp wind. My cold, stiff hand holding the radpod shook like an old man’s and I had to squint hard to read the time.

      It said—8:02. I still had twenty minutes before I could enter Connor’s building.

      Relax a little, Ben, I told myself. Leaning into the shadows of a trash vat, I closed my eyes. It had been a crazy few months since meeting Shilpa and rescuing Amy from the Psionic H. My life as a lone vigilante Jumper had taken a hit, but Davor City had been affected most of all.

      In the last five months since Amy was taken by the government, the Psionic H—an organization of super-powered rogues headed by the enigmatic Humphrey Hidde—had gone berserk. Their plan to kill Amy before she could start on a top-secret project to harness the powers in unusually talented humans like us was ruined, thanks mostly to my intervention and Shilpa’s, and the Psionic H had been taking it out on the city. If one day a bridge collapsed because a horde of hulking humans went on a rampage, then the next, a series of banks were looted by invisible thugs. And so it went, on and on. We were lucky if they sat out for one day.

      The BUST, or the Bureau of Uncommon and Superior Talent, the government’s collection of super-powered people who’d sworn to do good, had been on its toes since. But they were no match for the Psionics. Dark ambitions drove humans more than the need to do noble things, so I’d learned. Just as Davor City had been learning over the past months—the rogues were always two steps ahead of the government. The common population— the Normals, as we called them—had been scared since the first of us showed up, but now they were panic-stricken and bordering on the edge of fear-driven insanity. Mob killings of super-powered people like us—the Irregulars—had shot up by twenty percent since the incident with Amy. Nowadays, I had to be extra careful when I was out on my own among the Normals and diligent about disguising my powers. One mistake and they’d tear me apart.

      Damn weather, I muttered as another gust of wind ripped through my meager defense. It was the end of March and supposed to be warm, only it was cold as heck. Busy cursing the foul weather, I almost jumped when my radpod buzzed deep in the pocket of my coat.

      Is it time already?

      Out came the radpod, my cold, stiff arm doing its best to pull the device out quickly. Blinking a few times to clear my burning eyes, I peeked at the screen and immediately let out a groan.

      A picture of Shilpa, one I took on a nicer day, stared at me from above her flashing name. Muttering under my breath, I looked away from her bright brown eyes shining like jewels within kohl-rimmed outlines. I had a good mind to cut off the call and turn the radpod off even though I knew it wouldn’t be wise . . . not when I was on a mission. Besides, I didn’t have enough in me to ignore that girl for too long anyway.

      Quickly noting the time—8:12—I answered her call.

      Where the hell are you, Ben? her husky, slightly out-of-breath voice warmed me up in an instant. Was I smitten or what?

      Ben, she called me again, a tad sharper this time.

      Yes. I kept my reply purposefully short and . . . vague.

      Where are you? Shilpa was not one who could be evaded easily. She’d keep at it until she got to the bottom of things, which I didn’t always appreciate.

      I’m out to grab some dinner, I lied.

      Seriously, Ben? Dinner? she scoffed into my ear. Name one restaurant at South-end and I’ll do anything for you.

      My heart leaped and lingered on the I’ll do anything for you part too long to realize I had not picked up on something else. She knew where I was. How?

      Are you tracking me? I hissed into the radpod. Tell Liz to back off, right now. I thought we had rules about privacy, Shilpa.

      What are you talking about? Shilpa retorted. Either she was telling the truth or the girl lied far better than I did. It was possibly the latter.

      How do you know I’m at South-end?

      "So you are there, she said and let a pause creep in. I knew what she was doing, letting me know I didn’t keep my end of the bargain of staying out of Connor’s case. I wasn’t supposed to be here, not on my own anyway. You’re going to get yourself killed, Ben. This isn’t just another guy. This man’s not just powerful, he’s totally nuts. You know that better than me. You’ve seen him—"

      Thank goodness she left it there. I’d seen that man she was talking about do things that I didn’t want to hear or think about at the moment. Maybe never.

      I didn’t have too much time on my hands. It was 8:18, just a few more minutes to go. I needed to cut the conversation short, so I decided to use the biggest weapon I could think of.

      "But, Shilpa, this might not be him, I said. We don’t know who this is. For all we know this is just a random shooter or a copycat. How do you explain two incidents starting at the exact same time at two ends of the city?"

      As expected, my argument silenced her. We knew for sure Scorpio was behind the attacks at the Global Exchange building where Shilpa was lying in wait. If that was the case, Scorpio couldn’t get all the way across town to Connor’s house so quickly. And in the one scouting jump I could afford to trace the steps up to the explosion that was set to demolish Connor’s apartment, I had only seen the perpetrator’s shadow, not his face.

      Perhaps he’s a Jumper too, Shilpa said. Maybe he goes on a rampage at the Global Exchange and then goes back in time to attack the kid.

      "An indestructible Jumper,

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