Chapter 1The secret superhero base—former superhero; Lightwave had retired years ago—glimmered in darkly reflective surfaces, in polished glass and stone. Wide windows, built into the curve of the mountain retreat, both revealed the world and held it at bay: kept behind glass, looking down. The frantic knot of other younger heroes tumbled out of the elevator in a splash of garish crimson and blue and yellow spandex, and pleaded, “Are you here?”
All the eyes—human, and camera lenses—swung to the slim brooding darkness in a corner. The artificially constructed set was more brightly lit than it would be in the final television episode; digital wizardry would take care of that.
Wesley Kim realized he was holding his breath. Made himself stop that.
Finn Ransom, with only a shift of weight, a
