Damsel[ed] Rescue Required

ootsteps echo from the room over and the night wat

a pillar with a half-eaten turkey sandwich hanging out of his mouth. "

ne gulp， flicking crumbs off his starched collar onto

ss cage. From here， the two watchmen have a clear view of where the capital building burned. It“s a gap in the s

se. A super. Melissa Sanchez picks up the flashlig

be n

air. His cheeks puff up and he lets out a noisy breath. "Hey!"

utside. Sanchez is right behind her partner， the flashlight shov

ng over them with a raised fist and a syringe. You become a thief， and you“re equal parts likely to b

pelts the windows. Light dapples the floor， the p

in a lover“s embrace. It“s a beautiful piece， based off a photo. Nebula， her helmet torn off， crying happy tears， her sup

one-leg pin-up girl pose the playful Taurus struck when he saw the camera， that even in bronze， Sanchez can imagine the

n of events， their mu

shoulder. The shadow of their hood hides even the color of their eyes. All the g

ow， falling some eight stories into the night. By the time

Nebula“s

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s fly open and my mouth parts in a silent scream before I reali

ow， o

mirks d

n three bowls of mineral water， Kep was out， living the good life. I fell asleep on the couch. Jaylin did the same， her fo

ey

k to sleep. Jaylin is still. Doesn“t so much as twitch. Storm“s eyes flare behind his broken glasses. Gray

from Storm“s grip. "I know， I know. I“ll do be

ays out on his features. "“Da

. The stork just go

small and sad. "I don“t think Fallout agrees a

?" I hesitate. "Your b

“parents，“ for instance. But Gats is different. If you look hard enough at June“s small， wiry build， at S

ge Eugenics Experiment“ and “Life of a Teenage Fugitive Kid

knock him out with obsidian. The downside? I knock out my powers， too. Poison kidnapped me， Fallout kidnapped me for about thirty minutes， then Owl kidnapped me. I only wish we coul

torm“s son. And not in the way I a

ng Jaylin. So

-Mom going to go out an

torm takes off his glasses and rubs the cracks with his forefinger. He offers Kepler a meager pat on the head. She kicks her legs out and sighs， tail thumping. "You stole

t in my throat. "Are ther

ks his watch. "You，" he says， "an

I should

safe." By the time I“ve wobbled to my feet and cleared my throat to remind him that that

ction and don“t do it on my sofa." The door clicks locked. Just like that， Storm has waltzed in and out o

I just decided I don

my life." Jaylin rolls off the couch and hit

ke this whole ti

ice， limp as a ragdoll in her arms. "Who“s a good wolf? Who“s a good wolf!" Kepler rolls he

nk. That or taking a walk to clear his head. The coast is clear. I head to

re you

ve clock reads “8:46.“ P.M. The attack happened noon yesterday. Jaylin and I have been asleep for a little over a day an

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