Chapter Four
I didn’t believe my eyes at first. The figure who had appeared in the security footage of the White House looked exactly like me. Same hair style (though a bit messier), same costume (though different colors), even similar powers … but that didn’t make any sense. I was still here, in Ultimate Max, and I didn’t even have my costume.
I looked at Rime and Ivan. The two of them looked just as shocked and confused as I was, which told me that they had no idea who that guy was, either. The other prisoners were too busy watching the TV to look at me, but most of them were talking to each other and theorizing about the attacker’s identity.
I looked at the TV again. It showed the news anchor from before and she was saying that the White House had still not identified the attacker. S
