X-Mans Sev’n: The Kings of Tomorrow

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Misty Teek breaks Magnetrick out of prison, sparking a violent confrontation with lethal force that leads them to a dangerous reunion at Professor Z's mansion.

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X-MansPART SEV’N: The Kings of Tomorrow The front door opened, and four people brought half the woods into Professor Z's entryway. Stormisha carried her ruined shoes. Nightwalka followed with a leaf stuck to his shoulder, then Reen in his bloodstained shirt. Cyrus entered last, holding Monsta's broken scanner. Professor Z looked past them toward the empty porch. “Where is she?” Nobody answered. Jeanetta lowered her tea. Beside her, Rougie and Scambit stopped talking. Monsta approached Cyrus and stared at the scanner. “Bredren.” “The sample cartridge survived,” Cyrus said. Monsta took the broken scanner. A piece fell off and hit the floor. “Mi ask yuh fi find a woman. Yuh bring back a calculator somebody chew.” “A tongue was involved,” Stormisha said, walking past them toward the kitchen. “Don't ask me nothing else till I wash my arm.” Z guided his chair into the living room. “Everyone. In here.” Nightwalka stayed by the window, watching the street. Jeanetta turned to Cyrus. “Did you find who sent her?” “No. We encountered resistance before we could locate her.” “Sabertoof,” Reen said. Jeanetta's fingers tightened around the cup. Cyrus touched his chest through his shirt, right where the stitches had been. “And somebody named Froggy,” Stormisha added from the doorway. Her sleeve was wet to the elbow. “Nasty little bastard.” Z folded his hands. “Where are they now?” Cyrus took a breath. “Both of them attacked us, and the force we used resulted in—” “Dead,” Reen said. “They dead.” The room went still. Professor Z turned toward Reen. “What happened?” “Sabertoof had his hand around my throat. I got loose. Took his head off.” Jeanetta set her cup down carefully. Scambit pulled his feet off the coffee table. “And Froggy?” Z asked. Cyrus stared at a muddy print on the rug. “He attacked me,” Cyrus said. “I opened the visor too far.” “Right after calling me a cold-blooded killer.” “I didn't finish that sentence.” “You finished the frog.” “Reen,” Jeanetta said sharply. He looked away. Cyrus's mouth closed. His jaw tightened below the visor, but he didn't say anything else. Professor Z studied the two men. “Tell me where they are. I'll get someone out there to recover the bodies. Then each of you is going to tell me exactly what happened. Separately.” He looked directly at Reen. “And stop treating somebody's death like it means you won an argument.” That landed. Reen lowered himself onto the arm of the couch, and this time he kept quiet. Nightwalka finally spoke. “They were keeping us away from something. Her blood went into that clearing. There had to be somewhere she could hide.” Monsta placed the ruined scanner on a newspaper. “Mi can build another. Nuh by snapping mi fingers.” Z told Nightwalka they would need equipment and a plan before going back. Jeanetta stood up. Everybody jumped like she'd just gone into labor. “I'm going upstairs,” she said. “I can still do stairs.” She looked at Nightwalka. “If she reaches out, tell us.” He nodded. “Even if she tells you not to.” His tail went still behind his legs. After a moment, he nodded again. Nightwalka watched the empty street. For once, he was glad his mother wasn't out there. * * * By noon, Misty Teek had changed her face three times and made one decision she couldn't take back. She left Jeanetta's picture in the bunker. Her employer's last threat followed her through the trees anyway. He would kill her. He would kill the X-Mans. He'd kill Noah too. Professor Z's locks hadn't kept her out. They wouldn't stop her employer either. She needed somebody he would have to take seriously. The prison entrance was inside a low office building outside the city limits. Beneath it, an old salt mine had been converted into a place specifically designed to make Magnetrick feel useless. Misty waited near the employee lot until a nurse stepped outside for a smoke. When the woman went around the corner looking for a light, Misty followed. Six minutes later, a woman in a white scrub top walked up to the security desk. The real nurse lay breathing behind a locked supply-room door, her wrists secured with her own spare compression wraps. A guard checked her stolen badge and scanned her for metal, then escorted her downstairs in a white elevator. The hallway had no visible hinges. Even the medical cart's wheels were ceramic. At the nurses' station, Misty selected Magnetrick's routine assessment on the stolen tablet. The guard added his authorization and led her to the cell. At the end of the hallway, the white door cleared to reveal a man seated on a narrow bed. Burgundy prison clothes hung neatly from his shoulders. His bare head made him look strangely unfinished. Magnetrick glanced at the medical case in her hand. “If that's another questionnaire about my mood, write down hostile.” Misty waited until the guard stepped back into his observation booth. The door opened. She entered, set the case down, and let the nurse's face dissolve. Magnetrick stood. For several seconds he did nothing else. Blue skin. Yellow eyes. Red hair falling against the white scrub top she had stolen. He'd spent nearly fifty years looking for her. Now here she was, standing next to his plastic toilet. “Misty.” “Keep your voice down.” He crossed the cell. He studied her face. Not a wrinkle. Not one gray hair. “You look exactly the same.” “So do you. Come on.” His hand settled at her waist. “I knew you'd come back for me.” She removed it. “I found a prison. Don't confuse the two.” His smile slipped. That wasn't the reunion he'd pictured. She took his wrist, placed a broad plastic medical cuff around it, and snapped the other end to the cart handle outside the door. Then she became the nurse again. “Walk,” she told him. “And stop trying to fuck up the rescue.” The guard rose when she approached his booth with the prisoner. “He needs the exam room,” Misty said. The guard frowned at his tablet. “That wasn't on the—” She struck him with the medical case before he finished. He hit the wall, staggered, and reached for his alarm. Magnetrick drove the cart into his legs. Misty caught the falling access card. A red light began flashing overhead. She swiped the card. The next door opened halfway before an override stopped it. Magnetrick braced his shoulder beneath the edge while Misty slid through, then she reached back and helped drag him after her. Behind them, the guard's voice cracked through the hallway speakers. “Breach in M wing!” Misty ran. * * * The prison had planned for magnetic force, explosives, and an attack through the ventilation system. Nobody had planned on the shift supervisor running at a checkpoint yelling that the escaped prisoner was right behind him. Misty wore the supervisor's face long enough for two guards to rush past. Magnetrick slipped out of an alcove and followed her through their open door. At the elevator, a third guard raised a transparent rifle. Misty shoved Magnetrick sideways. The ceramic round struck the wall where his head had been. She ducked beneath the guard's arm, hooked his ankle with her foot, and drove him against the elevator controls. The doors opened on the impact. They stumbled inside. A second shot chipped the floor. Misty hit the surface button, and the doors closed on the guard's outstretched rifle, trapping the barrel until he pulled it free. As the elevator rose, he noticed blood soaking through her sleeve. “Who did that?” “A window. Focus, Trick.” The elevator stopped at the loading dock on the ground floor. Guards waited beyond the doors with clear shields raised. Behind them stood a rolling transport gate, and beyond that, out in the daylight, three armored vehicles. Magnetrick closed his eyes. For days he had felt nothing close enough to answer him. Now there were engines, axles, fences, an entire yard full of metal he could control. He smiled. The transport gate tore out of its frame. Guards scattered as it folded above their heads and wedged beneath the ceiling. Rifles clattered to the floor. Outside, every armored vehicle rose six inches, wheels turning helplessly in the air. Misty grabbed his sleeve. “There's our ride.” She pointed to a laundry van beside the loading dock. Magnetrick lowered two of the armored vehicles across the driveway the guards would need to follow them. The third settled carefully in front of the security office, blocking its door. He climbed into the van beside her and pulled the gate shut behind them. It hit the pavement hard enough to split. As they sped away, Misty told him they were going to Professor Z's mansion. His smile faded. “You broke me out of prison to take me to a school?” Then he ran a hand over his bare head. “Actually, Zachary still has my helmet. I need that back before he starts digging around in my head.” “Then we both got a reason to get there,” Misty said. * * * They abandoned the laundry van behind a closed-down car wash six miles from the prison. Magnetrick pulled the tracking unit out through the dashboard and crushed it, but Misty pointed out that the huge prison logo on the side was still a pretty big giveaway. Inside the wash office, she found paper towels and a first-aid kit. He found a burgundy coat somebody had left hanging behind the door. Whoever owned it was a lot shorter and a lot wider. Magnetrick put it on anyway. Misty sat at the desk and unwrapped her forearm. He took the gauze from her when she struggled to tear it one-handed. She let him. “Tell me why we're going to Zachary.” “My son is there.” His hands stopped. For a moment, she could practically see him counting backward. “He's in his twenties,” she said. “Don't start.” “I didn't say anything.” “Your face did.” He resumed wrapping the bandage. “What's his name?” “Noah. He calls himself Nightwalka.” Magnetrick secured the gauze. Outside, a police siren passed on the highway, continued east, and faded. “Someone threatened him,” she said. “Someone who knows where he's staying.” “Who?” “My employer.” “Name.” “I can't disclose that.” He looked up slowly. Misty adjusted the fresh bandage. “I signed an NDA.” For a moment, the only sound was water dripping in the empty car wash. He stepped back from the desk. “You just knocked out a nurse, beat up a guard, and broke me out of federal prison.” “And?” “And you're worried about a fucking confidentiality clause?” “His name, his locations, his business. I'm not allowed to talk about any of it. He made that real clear.” “He threatened to kill your son. You think he's honoring the contract?” “He keeps copies of everything. Names I've used. Accounts. Things I've done. The contract isn't all he has.” She rubbed her tired face. “Besides,” she added, “he can sue me.” He stared at her until she looked away. “What did he hire you to do?” “Watch the mansion. Learn routines. Find weaknesses.” “And when watching wasn't enough?” She stood too quickly. “I said I'm finished working for him.” He did not move from the doorway. “You've said that about dangerous men before.” Her expression hardened. “You mean Dover?” “Yes, your father.” “He wasn't my biological father.” Magnetrick's hand fell from the doorframe. Misty watched the surprise settle across his face. “He adopted me when I was little. I had his house, his money, his name on every school form. He made sure I knew how grateful I was supposed to be.” “And the powers?” “The Ascension Engine. An earlier version, before he put you and the others inside it. I was grown by then. Old enough to agree. Young enough to believe him.” She glanced at a cracked mirror above the office sink. The nurse's square features softened back into her own blue face. She had held so many borrowed ages that the unchanged woman underneath sometimes felt like another disguise. “He said I'd never have to be afraid of anyone again. Then he taught me to spend my whole life being somebody else.” Magnetrick remembered her beside Dover's controls. She had helped put him in that chamber, then opened the door when it started killing them. “You knew what he was doing to us.” “I knew he was changing you. I didn't know he expected some of you to die.” “Curtis still died, Misty.” She lowered her eyes. Neither spoke for a while. Their unchanged faces hid nearly fifty years of damage. Finally, Misty said, “I'm not asking you to forgive everything today.” “What are you asking?” “Help me get my son through tonight.” He looked at the blood seeping into the discarded paper towels. Then he stepped aside. “After that, you tell me what you're leaving out.” She passed him without agreeing. * * * They took the service road toward downtown. Beside a closed paving yard, a large round helmet appeared above the fence. The man underneath it walked straight through the wire. He was huge, with thick brown arms and an armored chest. His helmet left only his eyes and mouth exposed. He shook a piece of fence off his boot. “Misty.” She stopped. Behind her, a lighter clicked. A slim Black man stood on the roof of the car wash, wearing a red leather jacket and amber glasses. A flame climbed from his lighter, stretched along his forearm without burning him, and curled above his shoulder. “Damn,” he said. “You move fast for somebody who ain't supposed to be going nowhere.” Metal scraped against brick on their right. A woman climbed down the side of the office, pulling five long silver nails out of the mortar. Her dark hair was pulled tight behind her head. A fitted black coat fell around her legs, and the exposed tips of her fingers gleamed in the afternoon light. She landed without looking down. “Don't make this harder than it has to be,” she told Misty. “I already canceled my plans for this shit.” Magnetrick glanced at the three of them. “Friends of yours?” “Coworkers,” Misty said. “Former,” the woman corrected. The huge man planted himself in the road. “I'm Jugga-Knot. That's Hothead. She Lady Longnails. Now move, old man. We only here for her.” Magnetrick looked down at the oversized coat, then back up. “Old man?” Hothead grinned. “You heard him, Unc.” “You should ask what happened to Sabertoof and Froggy,” Misty said. “That's why he sent us,” Hothead said. “Upgraded the staff.” Magnetrick moved between Misty and the road. “She's done working for him. You're not taking her anywhere.” Jugga-Knot laughed from somewhere deep inside his helmet. “Man, get your borrowed coat out the way.” Then he charged. The first step cracked the pavement. The third brought him close enough for Magnetrick to feel the steel threaded through his armor. Magnetrick caught it and pulled sideways. Jugga-Knot kept coming. The unexpected force dragged Magnetrick a full stride across the road. Misty grabbed his sleeve and yanked him out of the way as the giant tore past, missed them by inches, and went through the car-wash wall. Brick and insulation burst into the empty tunnel. Hothead's laughter cut off when Magnetrick raised his hand. The roof gutter ripped loose and snapped around Hothead's ankles. He fell hard, losing his glasses. Before Magnetrick could tighten the strip, a sheet of flame rolled down from the roof. Heat drove them backward. Lady Longnails came through the wavering air with one hand raised. Misty bent beneath the slash. Nails opened the shoulder of the stolen scrub top. Misty struck the woman's throat, shoved her against the office door, and jumped away before five silver points punched through the space beside her head. “You bleeding already?” Longnails asked. Misty's face changed into hers. For one startled instant, Lady Longnails stared at herself. Misty hit her with the first-aid kit. * * * Jugga-Knot climbed out of the wrecked wash tunnel. Magnetrick glanced past him at the paving yard: rebar, steel mesh, and a flatbed. Plenty to work with, if Hothead would stop setting everything on fire. Hothead had freed one ankle. He reached into his jacket with his empty hand and produced a second lighter. Magnetrick closed two fingers. Both lighters flattened. Every spare in Hothead's pockets burst at the seams. “Aw, nigga, these refillable!” The fire already burning along the wash entrance rose as Hothead swept his arm. Magnetrick pulled a sheet of corrugated siding between them. Flames washed across it. Heat pushed against his face through the thin metal. Behind the shield, Misty ducked another slash from Lady Longnails, then changed into Hothead. “Move!” she shouted in his voice. Hothead looked down, confused. Lady Longnails hesitated just long enough for Misty to drive her into the burning doorway. Longnails recoiled from the heat, nails scraping sparks off the frame. Across the yard, Jugga-Knot lowered his helmet. Misty saw him line up Magnetrick's exposed back. “Trick!” She could have changed into a bird and escaped. Instead she ran toward him. Jugga-Knot thundered forward. Misty struck Magnetrick at the waist, knocking him sideways as the giant passed. His armored shoulder clipped her hip and sent her spinning across the gravel. She hit the ground beside the broken fence and did not immediately rise. Magnetrick turned. Jugga-Knot had reached the far end of the yard. He planted his feet, gouging long trenches as he slowed, then lumbered around for another run. This time, Magnetrick waited. He raised both hands. Beneath the giant's boots, reinforcing steel tore upward through the roadbed. A whole slab of pavement tilted like a ramp, lifting Jugga-Knot's charge off the ground. For the first time, his feet had nothing to push against. Magnetrick twisted the slab sideways. Jugga-Knot flew into the empty paving yard. Before he could stand, a coil of steel mesh unwound around his knees. Rebar bent across his shoulders, then his waist, then his ankles. He broke the first two lengths. Six more took their place. The flatbed's frame rose behind him and folded around the entire knot of metal. He strained. Tires dragged across the concrete. Magnetrick lifted the cage another foot, leaving Jugga-Knot suspended inside it, furious and unable to get a running start. On the roof, Hothead gathered the remaining fire into a bright spear. Misty pushed herself onto one elbow and looked at the wash controls beside the doorway. She crawled the last few feet and struck the green switch. The old equipment rattled to life. Water burst from the overhead jets, flattening the fire beneath a cloud of dirty steam. Hothead reached desperately for a surviving flame. Magnetrick wrapped the wet gutter around his wrists and pulled him off the roof, lowering him headfirst beside the wash entrance. Lady Longnails lunged before he could turn. Her nails stopped an inch from his neck. She pulled back. Nothing moved. Magnetrick faced her slowly. The five points trembled between them. He spread her fingers with a slight movement of his own, then drew her other hand forward until both arms were extended in front of her. “Those are attached,” she said. “I noticed.” A heavy scrape came from the yard. Jugga-Knot was trying to rock his suspended cage. Magnetrick flicked one finger. The enormous round helmet lifted off his head and hovered above the wreckage. Underneath it sat a knot the size of a small plum, planted squarely in the center of his forehead. Hothead, hanging upside down, immediately looked away. Misty got to her feet, holding her bruised side. She stared at the exposed forehead, then at the hovering helmet. “So that's why.” “Put my shit back,” Jugga-Knot said. Magnetrick did not. Around him, every loose screw, fence post, and broken metal panel rose into the air. The entire yard began to hum. Jugga-Knot stopped struggling. He looked from the floating helmet to the man in the burgundy coat. “You're Magnetrick? Oh shit, I heard a lot about you.” Hothead twisted against the gutter to see him properly. “I ain't never seen you without a helmet.” Lady Longnails lowered her chin as far as her position allowed. “This was a misunderstanding.” “You made yourselves pretty clear.” “Nobody said you was with her,” Jugga-Knot said. “They said bring back the blue lady. That's all I got.” Hothead nodded quickly. “We ain't mean no disrespect.” * * * Magnetrick lowered Hothead and released Lady Longnails's hands. Both stepped back and stayed there. Jugga-Knot remained in the air. “Who sent you?” Magnetrick asked. The three exchanged looks. Misty folded her arms. “Tell him.” Hothead rubbed the back of his neck. “We don't deal with him direct. Orders come through a phone. Money too.” “You don't know his name?” “Man pays me not to ask,” Jugga-Knot said. Magnetrick looked at Misty. “They got a better contract,” she said. Lady Longnails removed a black phone from her coat. Its screen had cracked during the fight, but she could still read a message through the broken glass. RETURN THE WOMAN. ELIMINATE INTERFERENCE. Below it was a picture of Misty by herself. Magnetrick studied it. “Your boss mention I'd be the interference?” “No,” Longnails said. “Did he explain why the last two men he sent are dead?” “He said they were careless.” Above them, Jugga-Knot shifted against the bent truck frame. Metal creaked. Hothead glanced up, then back at the message. His earlier grin was gone. Magnetrick took the phone. “He sent you after her because she refused him. Now you've failed. You think he's going to let that slide?” Nobody answered. Misty watched them finally catch on. It didn't make her feel any better. Lady Longnails held out her hand for the phone. Magnetrick returned it. She drove one silver nail through the screen and dropped it into the gravel. “I don't work for people who leave out information like that.” Hothead glanced at the ruined yard and decided not to mention the money they were still owed. Magnetrick lowered Jugga-Knot's cage. The giant stepped out as the steel loosened around him. His helmet descended into his waiting hands. He put it on immediately, seating the dome carefully over the knot. For a moment, the three stood almost in a line. Hothead's shoulders had lost their swagger. Lady Longnails kept her hands visible. Jugga-Knot bent his great head toward Magnetrick, a gesture that made the others straighten and follow his lead. Misty stared at them. “Oh, now everybody got manners.” Magnetrick let them hold the pose for one extra second. “You're coming with us,” he said. “Trick,” Misty said. He turned toward her. “They know how he operates. They know he'll throw them away. I'd rather have them with us than give him another chance to use them.” “And who put you in charge of us?” Jugga-Knot glanced at the flatbed twisted around its own tires. Misty caught the look. “I wasn't asking you.” Magnetrick stepped closer to her, lowering his voice. “You came looking for enough power to protect your son. I'm giving you more of it.” She studied him. There was pleasure in his face now. He had escaped a room that denied him every scrap of control and found three people waiting to be told what to do. “The mansion,” she said. “That's still where we're going.” “Of course.” Lady Longnails smoothed her coat. “So what is this? A crew?” Magnetrick looked at the four mutants around him. An old room came back to him: a bass guitar across his knees, cigarette smoke near the ceiling, Zachary leaning over a borrowed tape recorder as if the future belonged to whoever pressed the red button first. Curtis laughing. Isaiah with ink on his fingers. Leonard insisting he would repay eleven dollars. For a moment, his expression went somewhere Misty could not follow. “The Kings of Tomorrow,” he said. She turned fully toward him. “You hated that name.” “I remember.” “You said it sounded like a gospel group.” Hothead glanced at the others. “I ain't singing.” “No one asked you to,” Magnetrick said. Misty kept watching him. “Does Zachary know you're using it?” Magnetrick adjusted the shoulders of his borrowed coat. “He'll hear.” * * * They reached downtown just as traffic backed up and everybody started laying on their horns. Misty had suggested side streets. Magnetrick insisted on the main road, and Jugga-Knot walked into traffic like the lights didn't apply to him. A bus blocked the intersection. Magnetrick lifted it three feet, moved it neatly into the next lane, and set it down while the passengers were still reaching for the rails. The driver stuck his head out the window and called Magnetrick a dumb motherfucker. Hothead laughed. Magnetrick turned his head. “Leave the bus alone,” Misty said before he could lift a hand. “He needs to watch his mouth.” “You picked up his whole bus. Let him be mad.” People scattered onto the sidewalk. Lady Longnails spotted a man filming and gave him her better side. The sirens caught up to them near the courthouse. Two police cars stopped across the intersection. Officers opened their doors and took cover. Pedestrians scattered into shops and behind parked vehicles. A loudspeaker ordered the five mutants to stop where they were. Magnetrick waved Lady Longnails back, then twisted the wheels on both police cars sideways. The vehicles slid together and rotated until their passenger sides pressed face-to-face, leaving the officers unharmed and their radios full of overlapping shouting. Magnetrick lifted a parking meter from the pavement and wrapped its stem around the joined bumpers. Hothead stared with open admiration. “Oh, we definitely with you.” Misty caught Magnetrick by the sleeve and pulled him toward a narrower street. “My son is at that house. You trying to bring every cop in the city to his front door?” That reached him. He pulled two city surveillance cameras from their brackets and hurried after her. They slipped between a delivery truck and a closed restaurant. A chain-link gate blocked the end of the alley. Lady Longnails sliced it from top to bottom, stepped through the falling halves, and retracted her nails with satisfaction. Misty reached the gatepost. The latch stood open. She kept her mouth shut. If she started yelling now, she wasn't going to stop. Behind them, Jugga-Knot tried to fit between the brick posts. One scraped his helmet. He lowered his head and forced his shoulders through, taking most of the post on the right with him. Misty heard the bricks fall and kept walking. The sirens faded after two residential blocks. Lady Longnails brushed off the brick dust, and Jugga-Knot finally stayed behind the others. Magnetrick fell into step beside her. “You could've left me in that yard,” he said. “I needed you.” She looked at him then. Without the helmet, without the floating scrap and the speeches, he still had the face she remembered from the club. It made what came next harder. “When we get there, you need to let me talk.” “About your son?” “About everything.” He studied her. “Misty.” She stopped at the corner. At the far end of the next street, the mansion stood behind its damaged gates. Plywood covered one upstairs window. A tarp moved against the side of the building. Her stomach tightened. Magnetrick followed her gaze. “What did you do?” She could have given him another partial answer. She had made a life out of those. “Something they're not going to forgive because I brought company.” He waited, but she was already walking. * * * At the mansion, Monsta had the broken scanner spread across his workbench. Upstairs, Professor Z was listening to Cyrus describe the clearing for the second time, without Reen present to interrupt. Reen stood in the hall outside the living room, drinking straight from a half-empty bottle of whiskey. He had meant to go to the kitchen. Somehow he had stopped near the door. “I thought I had it set lower,” Cyrus said inside. Reen looked down at his hand around the bottle, then took another drink. Across the entryway, Nightwalka sat on the bottom stair with his cap between his palms. He heard heavy footsteps outside before anyone rang the bell. Several sets. One much heavier than the others. He rose. The doorbell sounded once. Reen turned as Nightwalka reached the entrance. “Hold up.” Nightwalka opened the door. Misty stood on the porch in her own face, her bandaged arm held close against her body. For a moment he could see only her. Everything he had wanted to say in the woods crowded into his throat and stayed there. Then he noticed the man beside her. Magnetrick wore a burgundy coat. Three strangers filled the path behind him: a woman with silver nails, a man in a scorched red jacket, and an enormous figure whose round helmet nearly touched the porch light. Farther down the street, a bent road sign leaned across the sidewalk. Somebody was shouting about a brick wall. “Mama?” Nightwalka said. Misty's lips parted. “Noah.” Reen appeared behind him. He saw her first and set the bottle on the hall table. His claws slid out. Then his gaze moved to Magnetrick, and his whole body went still. Magnetrick raised his chin but did not lift a hand. Misty looked past them into the house. “I need to speak to Professor Z.” “And tell him to bring me my damn helmet,” Magnetrick demanded. Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Jeanetta stepped into view.

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