Being super doesn't come with a training manual. No.3 plucked me out of my wheelchair and securely strapped me into a three point harness before I could even think to fight, not that I could have struggled much. He ignored me and left me there, carrying my folded chair out with him. I gaped, unable to breathe or think, watching him exit and approach a white-coated man who turned when No.3 spoke to him. I knew that scientist. "Dad " He glanced at me and I felt a shudder of cold drive through my stomach. It was like he didn't see me at all. Being super doesn't come with a training manual....