Special Delivery: EMT Service for the Super Powered

By Martin Von Cannon

No blaring lights or speeding ambulances. They don’t carry large packs of medical supplies. But they do save lives of superheroes.
Each EMT has a story to tell. Sometimes they are called to save a hero on the brink of death. Other times they arrive on the scene and have to rescue the hero. Newly minted EMTs use their unique gifts, some might call them superpowers, to save the lives of other superheroes. Veteran EMTs stretch their abilities to the limits to not only save other superheroes but even defeat villains.
This collection of short stories deals with the EMTs of Special Delivery. They teleport, fly, and even run at supersonic speeds to get to their patients.
Put this book in your cart, then pass it along to your eReader, then enjoy the ride.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Martin Von Cannon
• Release date: Jun 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463191439

Martin Von Cannon

I was born a long time ago, but to be honest it doesn't feel that long. From an early age, I was a reader. I read everything, but mostly I focused on Fantasy Fiction. There were plenty of books on this topic, and I was rarely without a book. As I became older, I found other genres, or at least sub-genres. At this time I found myself in modern fantasy books and collecting a ton of comic books. This was that time frame that super heroes were starting to hit the big and little screens. Soon after this, I found a book called "Soon I Will Be Invincible". This was a comic book in novel format. I started to find other books soon. I put two and three together and came up with five. Modern fantasy was very super heroic, and the comic books I was reading fit in as well. Well, here I am. I have written a book and have it up here on Smashwords.

Book preview

LAWRENCE

LAWRENCE GUSTAFSEN LOOKED at the monitor on his desk. He watched the standard medical read outs as they blipped, beeped, and pulsated across the screen. Each collection of four read outs were labeled with a name across the top. The bottom right name appeared in a bolded font and gold in color. The others were the standard white and regular sized fonts.

You must be the new guy. A lanky individual leaned in to shake Lawrence's hand. I'm Karl Roberts. What's your mode?

Standing and shaking the proffered hand. I’m Lawrence, or Larry if you prefer. Mode?

Mode of travel. I'm a runner or speedster.

Lawrence scanned the six foot tall man. The lean muscles stood out with the form fitting uniform they all wore. Lawrence noticed the orange goggles cocked back on Karl's head.

I'm a teleporter. Lawrence looked at his own uniform and noticed there was no muscle definition at all. Just the beach ball sized gut that was kept from sagging by the spandex shirt squeezing it back into his torso. He also saw that the area around his inner thigh was becoming shinny. He only had the uniform three days, but put it on when he got it and walked around his house in it. I was told they have a gym here. Maybe I should use it.

Casey over there, Karl pointed to another station where a well-proportioned woman with a waist length cape stood. She’s a flier. Karl leaned in and changed to a stage whisper. I have heard say she can hit mach three! He nodded and tilted his head as he stood up.

Lawrence glanced at the brunette's back. His lips silently said wow, then he looked back at Karl.

Well, we should get back to the monitors. Karl waved then moved to his station.

Lawrence waved, sat down, then spun his chair around to put the monitors in view. After a few seconds, his hand approached the danish on his desk. He chewed into it, making it disappear in three bites. Sucking the cold, overly sweet, light colored coffee through a straw, he watched the message flash on his screen.

Telestic is on mission!

Lawrence compared that name to the names on the medical monitors on his screen. The gold member had the name Telestic. Great! First day and I get this!

His mind replayed the lectures he had in training for this position. Mr. Vincint, the instructor, said, If the alarms are blinking, you need to be getting locations. If the alarms are red, you need to be getting there.

A quick scan showed an elevated heart rate, breathing rate was up, and adrenaline was high. No flashing yet.

Lawrence took another pull from his cold coffee as he tapped in a code into the computer. The map displayed on his second screen and a dot labeled Telestic appeared. The distance number read thirty-five. Hmmm...not that far. I can get there in two, maybe three hops.

With his eyes fixed on the medical read outs, Lawrence reached into the cooler he kept at his feet. He thumbed open the foot long cardboard box and stuffed two palm sized, white powder covered donuts into his mouth. The powder left residue on his fingers and lips. The next two donuts made the ring bigger. Within a few seconds the box was empty, and Lawrence flipped it into the trashcan, never taking his eyes off the screen. He glanced down at his coffee bottle when it made the gurgle noise of empty.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Lawrence's eyes darted to the screen. A picture of Telestic displayed on the screen. The cowled head had menacing blue eyes, long hair in a ponytail, and a sneer that sent a shiver over Lawrence. Telestic’s vitals spiked and blinked red. Shit! White dust and donut particles sprayed across his desk, keyboard, and onto the monitor.

Lawrence squeezed his eyes shut. He opened them, seeing the streets, traffic lights, and moving cars below. The sudden feeling of falling kicked in. His arms and legs flailed. He squeezed his eyes shut again.

The wooden floor he stood on had several holes, and he made out dark shapes in the dim light. A quick flash of dark blue light shone in front of him twenty yards away. Lawrence felt something in his hand. He shifted his head and looked at the unopened bottle of soda. He flung it to the ground. Damn it!

Moving to where the light came from, he touched the activation button on his belt. A snap hiss and the translucent grey force field was in place. He kept moving. Several more feet and he tripped over something. The movement was enough to cause him to slide across the litter