CHAPTER TEN
The Basement was the same as it had been earlier, aside from being hotter. My suit helped to regulate my body temperatures, so I didn’t feel at all overheated, but Teresa broke out into a sweat almost as soon as we entered the Basement.
“Oh my gosh,” said Teresa, wiping the sweat off her forehead. “Why is it so hot down here?”
“No air ventilation,” I said, gesturing at the concrete ceiling. “Nightbolt says it is even worse during the day.”
But Teresa seemed to have forgotten all about overheating, because she was now looking around at all of the boxes, crates, and display cases with the wonder of a child in a toy store. “Wow. Does all of this stuff belong to Mr. Owens?”
“Yep. The things in display cases are trophies from his superhero career. Don’t touch any of it.”
Teres
