The next time the dealer awoke, it was somewhere dim and dirty, an abandoned warehouse or factory by the looks of it. Not only were the Atlantean, the speedster, and the Martian were there, but so were Static and Gear and — here, the dealer began to sweat — Icon and Rocket. All of them were giving him unfriendly looks, making it doubly unlikely they were going to let him go any time soon.

"Michael Stanton, yes?" The dealer pinched his face, which was confirmation enough. "Yes, Michael Stanton. I'm surprised — for a man with such fine clothes and impeccable composure when interacting with those Bang Babies, you're remarkably tense here."

"Wouldn't you be when you're surrounded by some of the most powerful superheroes in the world?" Michael retorted before he could still his tongue.

"Oh, so you've heard of us?"

"Everyone with the right connections has."

Kaldur stepped forward. "Yes. About that. Would you like to enlighten us about this?" He gestured to the Box, which was currently being suspended in the air via M'gann's telekinesis.

"What about it?" Michael muttered, looking shifty-eyed.

"Do you really think we wouldn't recognize it?" Wallace replied, crossing his arms as his visor flashed ominously. "This is a Mother Box."

"What?" Icon, who had remained silent since the beginning of the conversation for the sake of the intimidation factor, could no longer hide his shock. "Are you certain?"

"Positive."

In front of them, Kaldur towered over Stanton, glaring down at him. "Your clothes are far too nice for Paris Island. You have a Mother Box in your possession. And don't think we didn't recognize your accent — you're not from around here. You're from Metropolis."

"You're not any old drug dealer," M'gann added, looking greatly unamused. "You're Intergang."

Now Michael was really sweating, while Icon looked pale. The children, meanwhile, simply looked confused. "That's the big crime syndicate from Metropolis, right?" Gear asked. "What are they doing in Dakota City?"

"Answer the boy, Stanton," Kaldur ordered.

"I don't know, alright!" Stanton burst out, looking ready to crap his pants. "I wasn't even supposed to be here, dealing the gas! But all our grunts were getting booked and the rest were ready to revolt, so Ugly sent me to replace the last guy instead! He didn't tell me why we were spreading this stuff, bringing back this Bang Babies, only that we had some kind of contract to fulfill! That's it! That's all I know!"

"M'gann?" Kaldur glanced at his friend.

Stanton let out a hysterical laugh. "Why bother? You know what happened last time!"

"I do," M'gann agreed, her eyes beginning to glow. "Which is why I know exactly how to avoid it this time."

The rest of the room fell silent as they watched M'gann work. After a few minutes, her eyes stopped glowing, and she leaned back, frowning. Stanton laughed again.

"See? I told you!"

After handing off Stanton and the new Bang Babies back to the authorities, the heroes regrouped at Static and Gear's base, still clad in their super-suits. Richie, helmet removed and back completely divested of Back-Pack, sighed as he reached into the base coolers and took out a couple of sodas. "Well, that was a bust."

"Whoever said that?"

Everyone turned to M'gann, who was smirking as she leaned against one of the other coolers. Wallace, quickly realizing what happened, let out a small laugh of disbelief. "M'gann, you clever bitch."

Kaldur shook his head, smiling. "Indeed, my friend."

"Could someone please explain what's going on?" Virgil asked, looking irritated. "Didn't you say you didn't find anything? That you couldn't probe his mind?"

"No," M'gann replied, grinning. "I just didn't say anything at all. It was him who assumed all that."

The Dakota heroes stared at her. "…But why?" Raquel asked, blinking.

M'gann shrugged. "Because if he really is Intergang, then he probably has contacts in the DCPD and I didn't want to clue them in," she explained. "Intergang has always been careful like that; that's why Superman hasn't managed to take them down in all these years. By not saying anything and letting him draw his own conclusions, I managed to hide what I got from him and kept our advantage."

"What did you get from him, by the way?" Wallace asked.

"Not much," M'gann admitted. "While he's high enough on the totem pole, he was telling the truth when he said that Ugly didn't give him any insights into this operation. I don't know why Ugly is investing into Quantum Vapor or why he's directing his buyers into stealing from hardware stores, but I did manage to find the location of where the gas is being manufactured. Surprisingly, it's not far from Dakota."

"Alright, then we can hit it tonight!" Richie cheered.

Kaldur shook his head. "We can't. I know this is your city, but Intergang is not a threat you are used to dealing with. I suggest we wait, do some reconnaissance at the site and make a plan before we attack it and shut down the facility."

Raquel frowned. "Okay, what so scary about these Intergang guys? I know they're some big time crime syndicate that's given Superman trouble over the years, but still — they're not, like, Sinestro or anything like that."

At this, the three visitors glanced at Icon, who sighed and gave them a conceding nod. "Yes, that's true," Kaldur agreed. "And to the public, that's all there is to them. But to the upper echelons of the superhero community, Intergang is a lot more dangerous than that."

"How so?"

Wallace crossed his arms. "Intergang isn't just a crime syndicate, Raquel. It's a cult that worships Apokalips."

The teenagers stared. "That…doesn't sound good," Virgil commented, shivering. "And, Apokalips? You know, like the end of the world?"

"Of a sort," Kaldur acknowledged. "See, in our universe there exista a plane of existence beyond our own known as the Fourth World, where extra-dimensional beings called the New Gods reside. In the Fourth World, there are two planets populated by the New Gods: New Genesis, and Apokalips. New Genesis is what we would call 'good', a place of light, hope, and freedom, ruled by the New God Highfather, the god of wisdom. Apokalips, meanwhile, is its evil counterpart, a dominion of fear, despair, and pain, ruled by the god of tyranny: Darkseid."

Raquel swallowed, as did Virgil and Richie. "He sounds like bad news," she commented, laughing shakily. No one laughed with her.

"That would be a vast understatement," Kaldur replied, looking grim. "Darkseid is one of the Justice League's greatest enemies, if not their greatest enemy. If Intergang is operating in Dakota City, then it can only be at Darkseid's direction, and that can't mean anything good."

"So what do we do?"

Instead of answering, Kaldur glanced at Icon. The man cleared his throat. "Kaldur is correct. We must do reconnaissance before we attack the manufacturing facility. However, considering the fact that Intergang is involved, we must also inform the JLA, or at least Superman. Do you think they will involve themselves into this as well?"

Wallace shook his head. "Unlikely. As dangerous as Intergang is, their presence isn't too strong in Dakota as far as we can see and we haven't encountered anything we can't handle. Until that happens, the JLA will allow — or even ask — us to operate on our own. They've already got enough going on, they just can't drop everything for this unless there's proof Intergang is planning something big."

"Like how big?" Raquel asked.

"City-destroying big."

"…Oh."

There wasn't much discussion after that. Kaldur made a quick call to Kon informing him of the situation. Kon had thanked them for it, but also had apologized before being unable to help with the situation. Apparently Luthor had been getting bored at the White House and had decided to attack Superman again with some convoluted plan involving Livewire, Killer Frost, and Neutron. Nothing that they couldn't handle, but also something that would take a while. The JLA (represented by Martian Manhunter) had also informed them that the JLA had several missions going on and that, unless they were certain they couldn't handle it on their own, they would not render aid either.

With that settled, the group traveled towards the site of the main supplier. After confirming that the gas was being manufactured there, Gear set several surveillance cameras and bugs to do some remote reconnaissance and feed its intel into Back-Pack, before they all fled the area. Throughly exhausted for the day, the group returned to the gas station, dressed back into their civvies, and tucked in, deciding to take the next day off while Back-Pack collected more data for their upcoming attack.

And as for their day off…

"They weren't kidding about their pal being rich…" Virgil muttered to an equally stunned Raquel and Richie as they looked up and up at the hotel that their visitors were staying in.

It was called The Concordia, a luxury hotel leased by the Four Seasons Hotels and Resorts that dominated downtown Dakota City. The founding of the hotel was part of the gentrification process spearheaded by one of the city's past mayors, which eventually led to the creation of several of the nicer suburbs in the city — among them Prospect Hills, where Augustus Freeman IV lived. Containing a small casino, an indoor pool, several restaurants and other amenities, it was one of the crown jewels of Dakota. Virgil knew for a fact that several of the musicians that visited the city stayed there, because Adam Evans, the former Rubberband Man, current rapper, and current boyfriend of his sister Sharon, brought Richie and him to this hotel a few times to meet some of his music friends after he made it big.

With some reluctance, the three teenagers walked into the hotel, wary of all the looks people were giving them. It would've been easier with Augustus with them, but he was meeting a few of his clients today and was thus unavailable to show the visitors around town. Instead, the task fell to the younger heroes, who were honestly more apt conducting a tour of the city anyway.

They approached the front desk warily, waiting quietly for the receptionist to notice them. After a minute of scribbling something into a book, probably one of those address books that hotels used for hard copies before computers became the norm, she looked up, giving a nondescript sniff. Neither condemnation nor approval. "Hello. Are you here to book a room? Or are you here to meet with a guest?"

"The latter," Raquel spoke for all of them. "We're here to meet with Megan Morse? We're supposed to take her and her friends around town."

The receptionist raised a perfectly-manicured eyebrow upon hearing that, before daintily lifting the phone in a well-practiced motion. She pressed a few buttons, the phone ringing once, before speaking into the phone in lone tones. After she was done, she gave them a single nod and then gestured them to the seating area, where other would-be guests were milling about, waiting for the rooms to be ready.

The teenagers scurried to the side, carefully seating themselves on what of the couches. While they waited, they couldn't help but look around the hotel. Being inner city kids, they had been to a place quite as nice as this. Even Virgil's brief stay at the Vanmoor Institute looked cheap compared to this place, with its elegant designs and warm colors and overall air of sheer indulgence. This was the kind of place that the one percent mingled everyday. This was how the rich lived.

"Virgil. Raquel. Richie."

The three glanced up to see their…guests, as that seemed to be the most appropriate word for superheroes to describe visiting superheroes, standing in front of them. They were back in their civvies, with Kaldur wearing a high-collar jack to hide the gills on the sides of his neck and M'gann transformed into her human form: a tall, freckled woman with auburn hair. "It's nice to see you," Kaldur told them warmly. "You know, you didn't have to do this."

Virgil shrugged. "Eh, it's fine. So, where do you guys want to go first?"

Kaldur glanced back, looking in a specific direction. The teenagers followed his line of sight, realizing that he was looking at the hotel's in-house restaurant. "How about we get some lunch first? Our treat."

"This is…a lot of food," Richie noted, trying not to drool. The Concordia, it seemed, served its complimentary food buffet-style. And not that small assortment that small inns and motels had, but large spreads of fancy foods with a full staff of chefs to refill platters whenever they were empty. The kind that they only saw on television and the Internet.

Wallace helpfully explained (after piling his plate sky-high, much to the teens' disbelief) that as a buffet, they only paid for their entry fees. After that, they were free to get whatever food they wanted, for as many servings as they wanted — within reason, of course. Since the adults were guests, their meals were free and they got a hefty discount for the bill regarding the teens, much to the latter's relief. It wouldn't do to be too much of a financial burden, even if the adults were bankrolling their stay on their rich friend's dime.

"I'd go easy on the food, Richie," Wallace warned him, "There is such a thing as too much of a good thing."

"So, where do you plan on taking us?" Kaldur asked Raquel and Virgil back at their table, as M'gann spread some cream cheese on her bagel and some Nutella spread on another. Unlike the rest of them, she didn't need to watch what she had to eat. One of the perks of being a shapeshifter.

"Well, there's the park. The record store — really popular place—"

"How about your school?"

Raquel blinked. "Our…school?"

Kaldur shrugged. "You're graduating soon, aren't you?"

"Next school year," Virgil confirmed.

"I'd like to see it. I've never really seen a surface world school before — at least, not as a civilian." He had visited plenty of such schools as Aquaman. Such ventures were a part of the Justice League's charity initiatives, their way of giving back that didn't involve violence and property destruction. "And no doubt it will be much different from the schools of…my time." The Future. "It would be interesting to compare."

Raquel and Virgil exchanged a look. "Well, I'd rather not head to school so soon, but if you want to see…" He shrugged. "The school should be open anyway. Dakota Union offers free meals and free tutoring for students during breaks as part of a new community enrichment initiative they started a few months ago."

Kaldur raised an eyebrow. "Does this have anything to do with the recent decrease in Bang Baby activity?"

Raquel made a 'so-so' gesture. "Kinda? The city has had a surplus in money with the decrease in Bang Baby activity limiting the amount of property damage, so they decided to invest it in other things. Things that would combat the rising crime rates."

"Like welfare."

"Yeah," Raquel shrugged. "Which is why it's important this drug ring shuts down. Else the city would feel the need to cut out all these programs to deal with the new upsurge in crime."

Kaldur hummed speculatively. M'gann remained silent.

Naturally, the school was the first stop.

"Sorry," Richie apologized. "The place is probably kind of shabby compared to what you're used to."

M'gann tilted her head, eying the aging but clean walls. "It's not too bad. I know there are plenty of schools in Gotham that are much worse."

It wasn't a lie — she had gleaned as much from Jason's own memories and some offhand comments he made about his early childhood. Compared to the derelict and borderline anarchical state of many of the schools in Gotham, Dakota Union High was positively pristine, especially for an inner city school. They had solid sports facilities, clean buildings, and even a not-insufficient amount of after school programs. Was there room for improvement? Of course there was. But considering the economic inequity that was still greatly prevalent in Dakota, it could've been much worse.

In fact, just within the courtyard of the school was a bake sale, being hosted by members of the journalism club — including Virgil and Richie's friends Frieda Goren and Daisy Watkins. "Hey guys!" Frieda greeted them with a wave and a smile, Daisy similarly doing the same before attending to another customer. "Did you hear about the sale from the school twitter page?" she asked excitedly.

Richie and Virgil smiled sheepishly while Raquel gave an amused cough. "We…saw it?" Virgil offered hesitantly, Richie nodding vigorously next to him.

Frieda stared at them, before giving a sigh. "Well, at least you're here," she spread her arms open, gesturing to the selection of baked goods on the table in front of her. "Want any? It's for a good cause!"

"For the Journalism Club?" Richie read the sign hanging off one of the long tables even as he exchanged five dollars for a platter of brownies. "It's way too late in the year for the school to cut your budget again."

"Maybe not, but next year?" Frieda crossed her arms. "I am not dealing with that shoddy printer for my Senior year. Especially when I'm going to be editor-in-chief."

"Editor-in-chief? You guys voted already?"

"Not yet," Frieda admitted. "But you know it's going to be me!"

Virgil and Richie exchanged speculative looks. Off to the side, Raquel watched in wonder and Daisy in disbelief as Wallace started piling cookies and pies into one of the sale's offered bags, while M'gann observed some of the Choco-related selections.

Kaldur simply shook his head and turned to the main salesperson, Frieda's current editor-in-chief.

"Do you take card?"

The rest of the day went by smoothly. They visited the kids' favorite record store, commenting on the frequency it suffered Bang Baby attacks in the past had, for whatever reason, increased its popularity with visiting musicians. Apparently, having your event attacked by metahuman criminals made for great publicity. After that was the park, then there was Alva Industries — thanks to Hardware, they managed to snag a free tour of the place from one of the junior scientists.

Before they knew it, it was almost nightfall. Richie and Raquel departed, citing the need to return home to their families. The adults assumed the same with Virgil, until he made an unexpected offer.

"Dinner? With your family?" Kaldur crossed his arms. "Are you certain of this, Virgil? We are technically strangers."

"It's fine," Virgil assured them. "My dad is in on the whole superhero thing, and you need to talk to him anyway, right?"

"We do," Wallace confirmed. "It's just that dinner feels a little too…intimate for a first meeting."

"He won't mind! I cleared it with him already."

"You did?" M'gann asked skeptically.

Virgil rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorta? I said that some counselors for a special summer school program were interviewing me for eligibility and wanted to meet my family. Dad is the one who suggested the dinner."

"Ah." Technically true. The best kind of lie.

Kaldur sighed. "Well, if it's an invitation, I see no reason not to accept." Any goodwill they managed with their prospective students' parents could not be wasted. Especially a single father like Robert Hawkins; considering the death of his wife and the kind of trouble Virgil was already getting into as Static, he was no doubt to be more protective of his son than even the standard superhero parent. Not unlike Cassie's mother, to be honest.

"Great!" Virgil smiled smugly. "Because we're already here."

The three adults stared at him, M'gann chewing on some Chocos she had picked up sometime during the day, then turned to the right, where they saw a house, a light shining out the window. It glowed even as the sun began set, the sky not quite dark enough to show the stars.

"Oh, you guys are going to fit in great at the camp."

"About time you got here, little brother!" Sharon Hawkins, a beautiful young woman that wore her hair in pigtails with a rather severe disposition. A college student about to complete her psychology degree at the local university, she also volunteered her time at the Freeman Community Center as a counselor working with troubled kids. She was also Virgil's overbearing, nagging sister, at least according to him.

"What took you so long?" She demanded, hands on her hips.

Virgil held up his hands in defense of himself. "Hey, I'm here on time, aren't I?"

"Barely!"

"Chill, Sharon. You know those councilors I told you and Dad about? Well, I had to show them around town before bringing them here."

Sharon blinked. "They're here?" She glanced up, and then noticed the three adults behind her younger brother. Two African-American men, one taller than the other with blond hair and exotic green eyes compared to his slightly shorter friend's more standard dark hair and eyes. With them was a woman, much older than Sharon but still rather young, with fair skin and auburn hair.

"Virgil!" And there was Robert Hawkins, the father of the group. A kind, heavy-set man who ran the local community center, and the center of the lives of the Hawkins' siblings. From what the three time-travelers understood from their conversations with both the Original Virgil and the current one, it was from him (and their deceased mother) that they inherited their moral compass from. "Welcome home, son. And I take it these are the councilors."

"Yeah. Dad, Sharon, meet Wallace West, Megan Morse, and…" Virgil glanced at Kaldur helplessly.

Kaldur adopted a smile. "Kaldur'ahm, though you may call me Kaldur."

Robert raised an eyebrow. "That's a rather…exotic name."

"My parents were exotic people who loved exotic things," Kaldur replied, smiling blandly.

"I see." Robert paused. "Well, please come in. Dinner is just about finished."

The first thing the group noticed is that they weren't the only guests for dinner that night. There was another young man there, around Sharon's age and around Wallace's height, but much lankier. It didn't take long for the time travelers to recognize him, as he was even more famous in the future than he was now: Adam Evans, the future brother-in-law of Static, soon-to-be iconic rapper, and the former Rubberband Man. He glanced up, blinking at all of the familiar faces.

"This is Sharon's boyfriend, Adam Evans. He's a musician," Virgil introduced him to his (hopefully) future teachers. "Adam, these are the counselors I was talking about yesterday. Wallace West, Megan Morse, and Kaldur'ahm, though you can call him Kaldur."

Adam's brow ruffled. "That's an…interesting name."

Kaldur gave another bland smile. "My parents are interesting people," he responded.

"Right," Adam glanced at Virgil. "Well, now that you're all here, I guess we can eat?"

Virgil nodded, and soon the residing family and their vistors all saddled up into different seats around the dining table. It was a tight fit, but no one seemed to mind, and soon Sharon was passing out plates and utensils as Robert picked up and place the night's meal: a large gumbo, made from an old family recipe. Next to the pot were some garnishes, including a basket of freshly-baked rolls.

The group quickly dug in, and the next several minutes were spent filling plates and passing around the ladle to fill in each person's respective bowl. It was about ten minutes after that when conversation picked up, starting with Adam revealing his newest record deal. Even without Rubberband Man, his career had not stalled its meteoritic rise.

"So," Sharon started, gently setting spoon down, "what kind of camp did my little brother and his friends qualify for?"

"Something of a charter school for camps," M'gann answered smoothly, ignoring the still-eating Wallace next to her. "Our goal is to teach our students how to balance between their careers and their personal lives. There are a lot of usual camp activities such as trust-building exercises, but also activities meant to enhance their own personal abilities and interests, such as Richie Foley's inventing."

"Sounds impressive," Adam noted. "And it's free?"

"Yes. We have a very wealthy benefactor who enjoys donating and supporting programs like ours. If Virgil is accepted, you won't have to pay a cent for tuition or even for travel."

Sharon turned to her younger brother, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So how did this layabout get on your radar?"

"Sharon!" Virgil whined.

"Virgil got on our radar due to his grades and his extracurricular activities," Kaldur replied, tearing off a piece of his roll and dipping it into the gumbo.

Robert narrowed his eyes, while Adam and Sharon exchanged disbelieving looks, before glancing at a suddenly-nervous Virgil. "Seriously?" Sharon asked, doubt and suspicion in her voice.

"Seriously," Kaldur responded, and that was the end of that.

After dinner was over, Sharon and Adam elected to head over to Adam's apartment for the night. That had been happening more often, especially after the antidote was administered to the various Bang Babies throughout the city. While Sharon hadn't officially moved in with her boyfriend, all of their family and friends knew it was only a matter of time. Robert suspected that Sharon wasn't ready to commit until Virgil left home himself and started college, because that meant she would no longer have to stick around to help take care of him, as she knew their father could take care of himself. For all their bickering, the siblings loved each other very much, with Sharon trying to fill in the empty hole their mother left behind. She wouldn't leave until she was sure her younger brother could stand on his own two feet.

He broke out of his thoughts when the door shut closed, leaving his son's three visitors sitting on the couch in front of Robert's television, while Virgil was twiddling his thumbs on the love seat. All three were watching him calmly, but Robert had enough experience to notice the sharpness in their eyes. These three were ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of danger. A look he saw all too often in his own son, much to his mild regret.

"You're not really camp counselors, are you?" Robert stated bluntly, seeing no reason to beat around the bush.

Kaldur shrugged. "We are, actually," he answered truthfully. "Just not the typical 'kumbaya' kind you think of."

Virgil decided this was the time to interject. "Dad, you know those special time-traveling heroes I told you about a couple of weeks ago…?"

Robert stared at his son, then at his guests. "You three are from the future?"

"Sorta," Wallace replied, making a 'so-so' gesture. "It's actually a bit more complicated than that, but basically yes, we're from the future."

"So that means…?" Robert glanced back at Virgil, who smiled sheepishly.

"We know your son's potential future? Yes." Kaldur smiled at the young teenager. "Do not worry, Robert. Your son has a very bright future ahead of him, both in his civilian life and as a superhero. You should be proud of him."

"I already am," Robert admitted, causing Virgil to smile. "Though we're getting off-topic. This camp you want to enroll my son, Richie and Raquel in — it's a camp for young heroes, isn't it?"

"Indeed. We've already started a test class with the members of Young Justice, the current Batgirl, and JSA member Stargirl. Barring a slight hiccup with one of our field trips, the first round of classes have gone off without a hitch, and so we've decided we're ready to accept more students for our upcoming summer program. Your son," Kaldur gestured to Virgil, "was at the top of our list."

"And your curriculum…?"

M'gann nodded. "It's about learning how to balance between one's superhero life and one's civilian one. Your son will be trained in combat, investigation skills, teamwork, and any other major areas that most heroes agree are vital to success, and while also bonding with his fellow students and making connections with other members of the superhero community. It's through them that he'll be able to learn how they balance between their normal lives and their abnormal ones, and decide which would best fit for him." She tilted her eyes. "Something that would be very helpful for him when he begins college within the next couple of years."

Robert frowned. "I can see that. Nonetheless, you can I understand why I'm reluctant to allow my son to join your class." You're basically strangers, is what he didn't say.

"We do."

"Dad…" Virgil added pleadingly.

After a moment, his father gave a sigh. "I'll need time to think on it. Is that fine?"

"Take as much time as you need," Wallace told him. "The camp isn't for a couple of months either way, and it is a big decision. Once you have your answer, have your son tell Icon — he'll know how to pass it along."

"Very well." Robert paused, his expression turning towards curiosity. "By the way, how long are you going to be staying in town? I imagine that people like you have busy schedules."

"We do. We're only going to be in town for a couple of days. On top of discussing this with Richie and Raquel's parents as well, we promised Icon and your son and his friends that we would help them with Bang Baby gas ring they're currently dealing with." Wallace jabbed his thumb towards his Martian friend. "M'gann here managed to find the location of where the gas is being manufactured, so we're hitting the place tomorrow with them once we have a solid amount of data about what we're dealing with."

"Huh." Robert understandably looked apprehensive at the idea of his underaged son and his friends participating in a drug bust, even if they were superheroes.

M'gann, of course, sensed his apprehension and gave him an encouraging smile. "Do not worry, Mr. Hawkins. Your son is already a capable hero in his own right, and anything he can't handle, we can handle for him. He'll be fine."

Robert let out a small right. "Right."

Sorry about the long wait. Been busy with other stuff lately. On the bright side, I got enough inspiration to finish this arc, which will be posted one chapter a day for the next couple of days. As of right now, only once chapter left to write and the arc will be complete, and I can start planning the next one.

Another shorter-than-usual chapter, but that's because we're getting into the action. I've got a lot planned, and I think you're going to enjoy it.

Next chapter: the drug bust.