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and glee that matched his own.
    “Anja!” Rob scolded, but she wouldn’t listen.
    “What?  He said he has powers too.  What can you do?”
    Bishop wasn’t sure what exactly was going on between them, but he got over his own surprise at her admission to explain.  “I’ve got super strength and fast healing.”
    “Me too!” Anja cheered, her hand coming up in the air for a high five, and Bishop smacked his palm against hers with a satisfying crack.  “Well, the healing part, I don’t know about the strength part.  Maybe we should arm wrestle or something?”
    It was hard not to grin over her enthusiasm, and truth be told, he got a charge out of sharing it with another person.  “Well, that might not be a good idea.  I don’t want to risk breaking your arm.  You should’ve seen what I did to a chair.”
    “You’d better not lay a hand on her, mate,” Rob growled, coming in between them, as if Bishop hadn’t just said it wasn’t the best idea. 
    “Relax, pal, I’m not laying anything on her,” Bishop bit back, refusing to back down as the shorter man got up in his face. 
    “Hey, we’re all friends here,” Anja interjected, grabbing hold of Rob’s arm to tug him away.  “I can test it out on something else.”
    “How about these chains, sweets?” Aubrey called out, and Anja seemed to like that idea. 
    “Hold on, that might not be the best...”  Before Bishop, or anyone else could stop her, she grabbed hold of the chain leading from the cuff to the ring and pulled with all of her might, landing on her ass when the chain snapped in two.
    “Fuck me, she did it,” Aubrey gasped, cradling his arm to his body.
    “I did it!” Anja’s fists pumped into the air as she whooped for joy.  “I am the champion of the world!”
    “Well, you’re in the top two,” Bishop grinned, offering her a hand up, but Rob slapped it away.
    “She don’t need your help,” he muttered, pulling her up to her feet.  “And who’s to say you two are the only ones, eh?”
    Bishop was ready to challenge Rob to a wrestling match, the guy seemed to be spoiling for a fight, but Carys distracted them all by smashing a heavy wooden chair against the wall, reducing it to rubble.  “See how strong I am, cariad ?” she beamed with pride.  “I am one of your heroes as well!  Cut me now...”  She started toward him with her arm outstretched, but Bishop merely gathered her into his arms.
    “You don’t have to do that.  I think it’s safe to say you’re as special as we are.”
    Quick to try it himself, Aubrey grabbed the nearest lamp, easily bending the metal in half, but still couldn’t manage the cuff due to the angle.  “Can someone help me get this bloody cuff off then?”
    “Fine,” Rob bit out, taking hold of the cuff and snapping it apart.  “There, you’re free.  Now would you stop whinging and shut up?”
    “Did you know you could do that all along?” Anja gasped at Rob’s display of strength.
    “No, not all along, but I remembered something when I saw your cut heal.”
    “Why didn’t you say anything?”
    “I told you, I thought it best to keep it under my hat for the right time and place.  Which is apparently now,” he muttered. 
    “I wonder what else we can do?” Bishop speculated aloud, his eyes drifting to the rafters high above, and Carys clutched his arm fearfully.  “Don’t you dare try anything reckless.”
    “How reckless can it be when I heal instantly?” he shrugged. 
    “I absolutely forbid it,” Carys insisted, and from the iron grip on his arm, Bishop started to question if she wasn’t even stronger than he was. 
    “This is so bizarre,” Anja murmured, looking at each of them in turn.  “What are the odds we all have powers?  Maybe that has something to do with why we’re trapped in here?  Maybe we’re all a team of superheroes like the X-men?”
    “I think if we’re anything, we’re the Avengers,” Bishop joked, and Anja’s face lit up with