The Serum

Epilogue

The man sighed as another Jane Doe was lowered into the ground. Long blond hair and pretty features, it looked like a suicide. A jump from a nearby high building. Strange that she had been found in a street where the buildings were all low-rise. What a shame, what a waste of life, the usual things were said. 'I wish someone had known her.' Was the man's only thought. To die unnamed was one of the man's fears. He told everyone his name. Someone would remember it.

The team were surrounded, four men all dark clad held them in a tight bunch so their movement was limited. They were closing in when a blond whirlwind fell from the sky. Two men fell as she landed beside them and kicked out. Another span into the air on the energy of an electricity bolt, one dropped to the floor, clutching his head. A fifth appeared in an alleyway clutching a knife. He plunged it into the nearest aggressor, only to feel himself falling forward as his knife, and his hand, passed straight through the man. Moments later he was flying through the air himself.

The tallest of the team turned to thank their saviours to find them gone.

"Thanks Ella." Granger whispered to the empty night. She heard.

In a cold office a white-faced man stood, facing a tall, broad-shouldered man as he fought against his bonds.

"The serum." He cried out as a goon advanced on him with a cane sparking electricity. "I can tell you how to make the serum!"

The End?