Chapter 2Henchmen definitely existed. So did several Masters of Terror, watching over a giant burrowing drill. The drill shoved its way into the ground and split stones and bones and fault lines apart. The hillside groaned in pain; San Francisco trembled in the background, a sprawl of lights and life under the threat of annihilation. The night shrieked with rain.
Holiday’s mystic portal snapped shut behind them, turning into streamers of green and gold, heightening visibility through sleeting slabs of water. John, in full supersoldier gear, all navy and grey—Ryan, as usual, spared a second for an appreciative glance at that waist and that ass, all hugged in tactical tightness—got on communications and kept Captain Justice and the new Lightning Kid in the loop. Holly stayed a step behind,
