Chapter 6

"Roadblock"


"Hey Trips?"

Triplicate Girl turned over on the couch and checked the time blearily.

"Garth- it's three in the morning! Why are you up?"

She heard the shifting cloth of uniform against the chair he'd collapsed in hours before in the faint greyish light.

"Well, you're up, too."

"Just because you said something! What did you want?"

"You remember when the Space Museum got robbed? And then we came back to HQ and you said it figured that the McCauley Corporation sold them those locks?"

She groaned.

"How can you remember that at three in the morning two months later?"

"Why'd you say that?"

"It doesn't matter!"

Lightning Lad plowed onwards.

"And you looked at Element Lad and Mr. Marla when you said it, like you were checking to see if they'd heard or something."

"Just drop it and let me go back to sleep!"

There was a crackle and his face lit up in the amber glow of the electricity arcing between his fingers.

"Uh-uh. Tell me."

"No."

He smiled. It was a frightening thing to see- the lighting made him look like a horror-movie murderer.

"C'mon…"

"McCauley's a cheapskate scum-sucking bottom-feeding dirtbag who couldn't tell a whale from his own backside and wouldn't recognize common decency even if it punched him in the nose; okay? Now go to sleep!"


Colossal Boy yawned and swirled his coffee, staring at the clouds the creamer made on the surface.

A weight fell across his shoulders.

"Hey there."

It took a minute for his brain to register what had happened, and by that time Dream Girl had already leaned over to look at his drink.

"Didn't sleep much last night?" she asked.

"Got up too early," he mumbled. "Lightning Lad and Triplicate Girl were making noise."

"It's not my fault," Triplicate Girl protested from the kitchen. "He was the one who woke me up in the middle of the night!"

Dream Girl looked at Lightning Lad.

"You look amazingly awake for someone who did that."

He scowled at her and stood up, clearing his breakfast plate away.

"What's with you and him, anyway?" Colossal Boy asked.

"Never you mind," Nura told him. She patted his shoulder. "Just finish your coffee. We're going to be busy today."


"You know," Gim said a couple hours later. "I don't feel all that busy."

Cosmic Boy looked around the bustling interior of Klein Spaceport's atrium. Off to the right was the highly regimented chaos of people getting themselves and their baggage sorted out as they arrived. Far over to the left was a purposeful drain out of the complex as people picked up their luggage and caught taxis or shuttles out into the city.

He shifted his weight and tried to get comfortable in his civilian clothes. Surely there was something wrong when you felt out of place not wearing a uniform?

"Just wander casually over towards the luggage pick-up, like you're there to meet somebody but you've got plenty of time," Dream Girl told him, rummaging in the bag she'd brought as a prop. "Watch for a group of kids, a little older than us, four, five people large. When they start walking away, follow them-discreetly."

"How are we supposed to know when we've found them?" Colossal Boy asked.

"You'll know. Now get going- there's somewhere else I need to be."

Cos reached over and grabbed her arm before she could leave.

"I thought I was leader around here."

"And you're the one who told everyone else to listen to me."


"Where'd Cos go?" Lightning Lad asked.

"He and Colossal Boy went with Dream Girl down to the spaceport," Saturn Girl told him.

"What, they have something better to do?"

"Apparently."

Garth looked out the window of the car down at the city below, still a little sleepy. Streets flew by and the forms of the people on the walkways blurred together.

"Are technology symposiums interesting?" Element Lad asked, looking at Marla Latham.

"Oh, the talks are usually pretty stuffy," Marla said good-naturedly. "But the demonstrations are excellent. They have to be- not just everyone gets invited to display their new products there."

"It'll be nice to see Mr. Brande again," Triplicate Girl said. She was more awake now, and propelled by excitement. "I mean, it's been half a year now."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you, too."

They landed a few moments later in the large space cordoned off for the New Metropolis Technology Symposium parking. The taxi dropped them off and sped away as Marla Latham led the Legionnaires, all out of uniform, into the building.

The technology symposium had colonized one of the Metropolis University buildings. It was huge inside, ceiling towering high above and the walls far apart, stretching away as far as any of them could see. Large booths dominated the floorspace in long rows.

Marla Latham beckoned them down one aisle. They passed lots of stalls and eventually emerged in front of a large area with a banner reading 'Brande Industries' suspended over the tables set up, filled with prototypes and demonstration pieces.

"There you are, Marla!" a man boomed. An arm descended around his shoulders, making him stagger a little.

"Hi, Mr. Brande!" Triplicate Girl said happily.

"And how are my kids doing?" he asked enthusiastically, holding his arms out wide.

Trips hugged him tightly.

"We're doing just fine, Mr. Brande," Saturn Girl told him, smiling.


Rokk lounged against a wall and stared up at the ceiling, bored.

"Hey," Gim said, jerking his head towards the luggage pick-up. "Think that's them?"

Rokk tried to look at the luggage pick-up while not looking like he was looking at the luggage pick-up.

A very tall girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, stood with her legs partially spread, hands on her hips. She glared around at everything, as if daring anyone to come close. A shorter girl, maybe the same age, stood close to her; the light glinting off her metallic silver hair and skin. A shortish boy with blonde hair watched the conveyor belt that was bringing the luggage in, accompanied by another boy, a little taller, with dark hair. A third boy, tall, with long brown hair, lurked.

Rokk leaned over towards Gim a bit.

"Well, Nura did say we'd know them when we saw them."


The Legion's financier looked down at the girl in his arms.

"And what about you, Lu?"

Triplicate Girl pulled back a bit.

"Oh, it's been great, Mr. Brande! Even if people don't exactly like us much right now. How are you managing without me?"

"Oh, just fine," Brande told her, eyes twinkling. "Pheebes here- PHEEBES!"

A green alien, a bit like an eel with four arms and a humanoid face, turned from his discussion with someone and slithered over.

"Yes, sir?"

"Oh, Pheebes!" Lu said in dismay. "I thought you were taking time off! Did we interrupt it by leaving?"

"Not at all, Ms. Durgo," he said reassuringly. "I've gotten so used to working for Mr. Brande after all these years that I simply couldn't stay away any longer."

"But you're doing all my work and all of Mr. Latham's work now!"

Element Lad looked around.

"Are your boys here, Mr. Brande?"

Triplicate Girl looked up at him. "Yeah, are they?"

Mr. Brande chuckled a bit.

"No- neither of them were interested."

She thought about this.

"Well, okay, I can maybe see that- but both of them? I'd've thought that-"

"Enjoying life with your pet project, Brande?"

The voice contained only the slightest hint of slime.

Everyone turned to look at the man- tall, lanky, long blonde hair pulled back in a tail, glasses perched halfway down his nose.

"Has anyone come to look at your demonstrations yet, McCauley?" Brande asked, not nearly as welcoming now. "Anything blown up yet?"

McCauley laughed. It actually sounded genuine until you looked at his face.

"Oh, you do like your jokes- don't you, René?"

"Not half as much as you enjoy making money, Leland."


Gim looked up as they turned a corner, taking another look at the bulk of the Superman Museum that they had passed five minutes ago.

"How can they still be going?" he asked Rokk. "They haven't even stopped to look at anything; and they've walked by some of the most popular tourist spots in the city!"

Rokk looked down the street to where the group was still walking along, about three blocks ahead. The trees of Shuster Park loomed in the distance.

"I think we should be more concerned about where they're going."


"Titania," the girl with silver hair said. "Door."

The tall girl grumbled and pushed her way past the rest. She laid her hands against the door and tightened her fingers. The metal of the door crinkled and made a noise like tinfoil being balled up. It started to warp and pull out of its mooring.

Titania got her fingers embedded in the metal and pulled. The door came free with a screech. She tossed it off to the side, over the heads of her friends.

"Someone is going to notice that," she said, looking at the mangled metal lying in the grass. "There are other ways to do that sort of thing. You could have opened that door, Ki-Lun, or Yer could have gone through the cracks-"

"Yer's got his own job," Ki-Lun said, looking down the dark corridor. "Chey- go scout."

The blonde boy nodded and jumped into the air. He dissolved into light and sped down the deserted hallway. He lit up a junction, quite a ways down, where another hallway intersected the first one. Two security guards were there, and looked up in astonishment at the floating light.

Chey hovered for a minute, then shot off down the intersecting hallway. The guards ran off in pursuit.

"Go!" Ki-Lun said quietly, and they all ran off down the hall. Eventually they reached another door. The boy with black hair put his ear against it.

"There's people talking."

Ki-Lun looked at the tall boy. "Yer, go."

Yer stood very still for a moment, and then sublimated into gas. He seeped through the cracks.

They waited.

He returned a few moments later.

"It's the backstage of the auditorium- someone's going to give a speech."

"Perfect."


The Legionnaires and Pheebes were settled into the front row of the auditorium seats; waiting for RJ Brande to begin talking.

There was a glint of light up in the overhead of the stage. Garth squinted and leaned closer.

"You see that?" he asked Imra.

"See what?" Lu asked.

RJ Brande came out onto stage and adjusted the microphone.

Another light glinted in the wings. This time, Garth could see what it was.

"Them!" he said loudly, and stood, lightning already crackling around his hands and arms.


Ki-Lun dodged to one side to avoid the woman who tried to grab her and kept running. A red-headed by jumped up from the front row and vaulted up onto the stage.

She noticed the electricity sparking in the air around him.

Wi Kan Muur had been right. The Legion was here. How had he known?

She spotted him in the other wing, black hair hidden under a blue hat, disguised in a staff uniform. He nodded slightly at her.

Ki-Lun smiled and let her fingers extend into razor-sharp claws.

Ahead of her, the Legionnaire's lightning fizzled into nothingness.


Garth stopped short, a little way past RJ Brande. He stared at his hands in confusion.

Triplicate Girl and Element Lad were already onstage, Trips standing protectively in front of Brande.

A girl, seemingly made of metal, was streaking towards him. He stepped to the side to try and intercept her, but she ducked and brought her hand up. Razors slashed across his cheek and he felt blood run down the side of his face.

Triplicate Girl moved to stop her from reaching RJ Brande and the girl slashed at her, as well. She split quickly, white body separating from her joined orange and purple ones. The orange-purple body, which had ducked under the swipe, split and dove for her legs.

A bright flash lit up the backstage area. Lightning Lad spun quickly.

Element Lad stood there, hands upraised, as a bolt of light hurtled down from the overhead. The air over the boy solidified into a large silvery lens. The light hit the lens and was deflected, shooting out over the audience's heads.

They finally found time to panic.


Saturn Girl stood in her chair next to Pheebes, ignoring the shoving crowd. She scanned the room with her eyes and her mind.

On stage, the metallic girl fought free of Triplicate Girl's tackle and tumbled off onto the auditorium floor.

A very tall girl, thickly built, ducked in a side door and melted into the crowd. Saturn Girl followed her magenta dress and reddish-brown hair as she moved.

The Legionnaire frowned and opened her mind.

There was the panic of the Symposium attendees, completely confused and frightened at this sudden turn of events.

There were her teammates onstage, wary and defensive.

There were the attackers…

She jumped over the back of her chair and ran down the row behind hers until she reached the aisle.

"Mr. McCauley! Look out!"


Dream Girl wandered along the landing bays for the cruiser at the spaceport, keeping close to the back wall of the main building.

She ducked behind a stack of luggage and smiled brightly.

"Hello there. I'm Nura Nal. Would you mind coming with me?"


McCauley had found himself haven atop a stack of empty crates next to the back wall.

Suddenly he smelled something foul.

He wrinkled his nose and flapped his hand, trying to dissipate the odor. His eyes began to water.

The air wavered.

Leland McCauley thought he saw a face form in the haze- and then it winked.

"Remember Dryad, Mr. McCauley?" a voice breathed. "Remember your miners?"

The face opened its mouth in a silent scream and swept towards him.


Up on stage, the other Legionnaires turned to their teammates shout.

"They're after Leland McCauley?" Triplicate Girl asked. "Really?"

Lightning Lad looked at her questioningly.

"What, you want to let them get him?"

She watched Element Lad jump off-stage and run towards Saturn Girl.

"As much as the guy could use a good pounding, we can't let it happen. C'mon."


Saturn Girl reached gas cloud enveloping Leland McCauley just in time to see him fall off the crate he'd been standing on.

There was a mind in there somewhere, she knew. Concentrate…

The mind of the man- no, the boy- who was trying to choke McCauley was hard to pin down. It was light, ethereal, fleeting-

But she found it.

She blasted the boy's mind. The cloud thrashed and descended a bit.

Then something hit Saturn Girl from behind.


Lightning Lad tried frantically to make a spark, any spark- but nothing came.

He kept running for Imra all the same, outdistancing Triplicate Girl and passing Element Lad. Clearly, neither of them had been doing farm chores all their life.

And then a huge girl stepped out of the crowd and whacked her on the back of the head.

Garth didn't slow down one bit. Even if he couldn't shoot lightning, he still had his fists.

He cannoned into the large girl and knocked her back a few steps. Quickly, he fired off a series of punches to her gut.

She bent over slightly and backhanded him. Garth landed heavily on a row of auditorium seating.

He pulled himself up and ran at her again.

She stepped aside, grabbed his collar, lifted him off the ground, and threw him halfway across the room.


"This is ridiculous," Gim muttered. "Get behind me, Cosmic Boy."

He grew until he was taller than the doorways emptying people onto the Symposium display floor. Carefully, he pushed people out of the way, headed for the auditorium doors.


Element Lad ducked instinctively to avoid his flying teammate, even though he was in no danger of being hit. He stopped and spun, but Triplicate Girl had already split and had caught Lightning Lad before he could hit the ground.

He turned again quickly to see the girl almost on top of him. He flung up his hands and a solid steel barrier, six inches thick, materialized out of thin air, anchored to the floor.

The girl swung and her fist bent the barrier inward, metal stretched almost to its breaking point.

He jerked back and she tore the barrier from the floor and flung it off to the side.

Element Lad hurriedly threw up another shield.

This time she punched right through.

And the Triplicate Girl vaulted over the seats and hit her with a flying martial arts kick to the side. The girl fell to the ground and he changed the air around her hands to titanium and rooted the cuffs to the floor.

She got her feet under her and heaved herself upright; bringing a whole section of the floor with her.


Colossal Boy pounded up behind the girl that was holding the floor over her head, growing another few inches with every step. He punched her between the shoulder blades and she arched back, the weight of the concrete and metal still attached to her hands pulling her downwards.

She flipped herself over so she was leaning forward instead, and he took the opportunity to knock her feet out from under her. The girl fell face-first into the chunk of debris she was attached to, and stopped moving.


Saturn Girl tried to get a grip of the mind of the boy who was currently living as a gas cloud, but was still having a hard time with it.

She tried again.

It was exactly like trying to grab mist.

Something streaked by her and she felt the fabric of her uniform tear.

"Come on, Yer! Let's go!"

The mist seemed to waver for a moment, then began to flow away towards the doors.

Imra put a hand to her chest and felt blood. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone dash across the stage.

She whirled and reached for the person's mind.

Ah. Much easier.

The boy disguised in the staff uniform stumbled as he felt a foreign presence in his mind. She prodded gently and he fell over completely.


"I don't get why they'd attack McCauley," Lightning Lad said later, as Pheebes drove them back to Legion HQ.

He looked over at Saturn Girl. "Couldn't you have pried it out of them?"

"The girl was out cold," she said. "I can't hear people if they're not conscious."

"That guy you got wasn't."

Imra glared fiercely at him.

"What?" Triplicate Girl asked.

"Don't ever think that again," she said. "I don't do that. No real Titanian would do that."

"But the guy-"

"I won't poke around in someone's head! I can't help but hear their surface thoughts, but I will not go looking through their thoughts or their memories just because-!"

Garth held up his hands.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

They touched down outside Legion Headquarters and started for the door, Imra staying pointedly away from Garth.

Dream Girl opened the door for them.

The wall behind her moved.

No- it wasn't the wall, Garth corrected himself quickly. Walls didn't bend over. And they didn't have heads, either.

Dream Girl stepped a little off to the side.

"This is Blok. He has some things to tell us."


The Legion assembled in the common room. Dream Girl stood protectively by Blok- who somehow managed to look uncomfortable, despite being, essentially, a sentient hunk of rock.

"I found Blok at the spaceport, stowed away in the luggage compartment of the same ship that brought those kids that attacked McCauley," she told them. "The ship was on an indirect course here from Xanthu, and made a stop-over on Dryad- where they picked up our new friend, here."

She patted Blok affectionately.

"Go ahead."

Lightning Lad stood up quickly.

"You're just going to let in any old person you meet-"

She scowled at him. "He's not going to be any trouble. I've dreamed this all already."

"Oh yeah? And how do we know that-"

"She's not lying, Garth," Saturn Girl told him. "I can hear her thinking about the dream."

"And how do you know she's not making it up?" he muttered, but sat down anyway.

Blok shifted with a noise like shale sliding down a slope. When he spoke, it sounded like gravel tumbling together.

"A few months ago, a representative of the McCauley Company came to our planet. He talked to the Great Congress and had many meetings with the Torahn. He promised that the Company would increase revenue for the planet. We are not poor, but we believe in investment. The Company produced contracts for the government to sign to let them establish facilities on Dryad. The Great Congress looked over them for many days, and then signed them. Then the McCauley Company came and started to mine."

Sun Boy looked puzzled.

"Mining? There are plenty of asteroids for that-"

Blok looked at him, in a way that could only be described as 'gravely'.

"No one has ever mined on Dryad."

"No one ever?" Cosmic Boy asked, dumbfounded.

Blok nodded.

"It is- wrong, to do such a thing; on Dryad. We, the-"

He said something that sounded like he was gargling rocks.

"Excuse me?" Dawnstar asked.

"The natives- the people like me- we come from the rock. It- it would be like if a company went to a hospital, or a birthing center, and tore the unborn babies from the mothers in the maternity ward or smashed the incubation wombs."

The Legion thought of this for a moment.

"Didn't you tell them what they were doing?" Triplicate Girl asked, horrified.

"Of course we did. But the representative came back, and said that we had signed the contracts, and that we could not stop them."

"Dryad's a UP world," Phantom Girl said firmly. "You can appeal-"

"And have it be lost in the Senatorial Court?" Blok asked. "Dryad is not an important world, and the McCauley Company makes the United Planets more money in a year than Dryad has seen in the last five decades. It would be delayed, or pushed aside, or dismissed as the stupidity of a rural world and a backwater peoples."

Tyroc pounded the table.

"See? You see what happens when no one is looking- when no one pays attention-"

"I know, Troy." Saturn Girl's face was set. "I know."

"These kids that were at the Symposium," Gim pressed. "They weren't like you. They knew?"

"Dryad was 'colonized' by humans early in your species first trips into deep space. They did not know at first what the rocks held, and were scared of the way the earth moved. But they learned, and our two peoples have lived peacefully together ever since."


Ki-Lun lurked in the trees of Shuster Park, far from the official paths through the forest.

"I can't believe they got Wi Kan," Chey said, sitting on a branch a few yards below her. "I mean, it was his plan, and they've always worked before-"

"When we were just sabotaging the mining equipment," Yer muttered.

Chey frowned at him.

"But he got us off the planet, too! And kept us from getting caught-"

Yer sighed and sublimated into mist, floating up to Ki-Lun's branch. She was carefully stripping the bark off a broken twig with one razor talon.

"Do you want me to go out into the city? I can figure out where McCauley is staying-"

Ki-Lun snapped the twig.

"No, Yer. McCauley's easy to track- you just have to follow the trail of destruction. There are some other people we need to take care of first."


Lightning Lad sat on a shipping crate in the hangar that was currently housing McCauley's ship. Saturn Girl and Element Lad were wandering around the hangar, talking occasionally between checking out-of-the-way areas.

"What, you're just going to mope?" Phantom Girl asked, phasing through the stack of crates next to him.

"Mope? Why would I mope?"

"Please, I saw your face when you didn't get any sparks up on that stage."

He scowled at her.

"Did Dawnstar call back yet?"

Phantom Girl rolled her eyes.

"You'd have heard if she'd found these people yet. Imra would've said."

Leland McCauley entered the hangar. Cosmic Boy closed the door firmly behind him.

"Do we really have to protect this guy?" Lightning Lad asked, disgusted. "After what Blok said?"

:We have to protect everyone, Garth.:


Dream Girl sat in the front room of Legion Headquarters, legs crossed, waiting.

Presently, the door was forced open. Ki-Lun entered first, followed closely by Chey and Yer.

Dream Girl stood and settled herself comfortably on the balls of her feet.

"You're not going to get through here, you know," she told them conversationally.

"Watch us!" Ki-Lun challenged, slashing at her.

The Legionnaire moved quickly, deflecting her arm. Ki-Lun lunged, forcing her to dodge.

Chey and Yer took advantage of the continued fight to dash across the room into the rest of Legion Headquarters.


Sun Boy and Tyroc sat at a table, eating lunch.

The door burst open, and Chey and Yer tumbled through, trying to stop and sort themselves out.

Tyroc was on his feet first, breath already drawn. His scream made the lights flicker, and knocked Sun Boy back into his chair. Chey and Yer stumbled and fell to the ground.

Tyroc ran out of breath, and before he could breathe in again Yer had sublimated. He hung in a cloud over the floor for a moment, then quickly forced himself through the air towards the Legionnaire. The Marzali boy made a strangled noise as he breathed in, gasping for air.

Chey jumped up, transforming into light when his feet left the ground. Sun Boy forced himself to his feet and pulled his teammate into clearer air. Tyroc gasped and took a few deep breaths as Yer pulled himself back together and composed himself. He took a step towards the Legionnaire.

"Go," Troy told Dirk, voice a little hoarse, pushing him towards where Chey was zooming through the air. "I've got this one."


Nura held up her arm in a basic block to fend off Ki-Lun's swipe, running on automatic.

She only remembered her talons when they sliced open her forearm.

Dream Girl stepped back and clutched her wounded arm, instincts kicking in. Ki-Lun shoved her out of the way and ran after her companions.


Chey shot around the room, careening off the windows and polished surfaces in the room.

Sun Boy spun around, trying to keep his eyes on him.

Chey ricocheted off the kitchen countertop and slammed straight into him.

Dirk was blown over backwards and tumbled across the floor, slamming into his chair. He sat up carefully, wincing, and touched his chest where he'd been hit.

He looked down.

He wasn't hurt.

Sun Boy watched the zooming light beam again- well, it was hot and bright, wasn't it? Fire was part light, part heat-

The Legionnaire stood and held his hands out, unsure about the feasibility of his idea but determined to try.

Chey hit a window and sped back towards his foe.

Fire erupted in the air in front of Sun Boy. Chey hit it. The fire writhed and shivered, bending and twisting in defiance of the laws of nature.

The light was still faintly discernable from the fire, but it was quickly losing coherence, fading away and bleeding into the blistering flames.

Chey tried to drop out of his light form. He was halfway back, a humanoid form made of light, when he screamed.

It was horrible- ear-splitting and soul-piercing.

Instantly, Sun Boy killed the flames.


Tyroc stood slightly stooped over, still taking deep, measured breaths. He watched Yer get closer out of the corner of his eye.

Just a little bit farther…

He let his attacker take a few more steps, coming within arms' reach.

Then he heaved himself forward and caught the other boy in the stomach with his fist. The breath woofed out of Yer's lungs and he backed up a step.

Tyroc stood to his full height and screamed once more.

Yer staggered back, hands over his ears. Halfway through one step, he evaporated back into gas. The cloud pulled together, trying not to be blown to shreds.

Tyroc let his scream die out and watched the cloud carefully. The trick was to look like he wasn't preparing for anything.

Yer darted forward, distorting the air.

Tyroc screamed again with the breath he'd taken through his nose.

This time the cloud was too close to condense and save itself. The scream tore through it and scattered the gas particles across the room. The air blurred slightly as Yer tried to gather himself together once more.

Tyroc screamed again. It hit the gathering cloud on one side and forced it into the rest of the gas.

Yer quickly sublimated himself out of the air- just in time to catch a fist to his jaw.


Ki-Lun pounded down the hallway, spurred on by the screams. She turned a corner and ran straight into what seemed like a wall of stone.

She up at the obstacle from the floor, squinting a little to focus her suddenly fuzzy vision.

"I am sorry," Blok said. "But I cannot let you pass."

"You're protecting them?" Ki-Lun spat. "They're protecting McCauley! How can you betray your people like that?"

Blok reached down and picked her up.

"If I do not protect even those who do not appear to deserve it, how can I justify my desire to protect those who really are innocent?" he asked. "If everyone's existence does not matter equally, then what is to stop people from arbitrarily making judgments about the value of a person?"

Ki-Lun thrashed, talons raising sparks where they scraped across Blok's rocky body.

Dream Girl came walking down the hallway, clutching her arm. She saw Blok holding Ki-Lun and smiled.

Together, they walked into the kitchen.

Chey was out on the floor, the tiles around him smoking slightly.

Tyroc entered through the opposite door, dragging Yer with him.

Dream Girl smiled again and put one hand on Blok's arm.

"Good job, boys."


Author Note

Usually I would not even consider doing this, but- readers, I know I'm getting visitors. The lack of reviews is worrying me. The silence makes me feel as though I'm doing something wrong and disappointing you all. Can I have some feedback, please? I want to know that I'm not doing a horrible job.