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know how to make an entrance. A giant fireball exploded in front of Union Station, scorching the pillars of the building’s façade. The heat hit like a sucker punch to the jaw, even at over a block away, and the screaming grew louder. Car horns beeped and tires squealed and I finally located the source of the fireball, mostly from the fact that pedestrians were scrambling away, slipping and falling on the icy sidewalks.
    A group of supervillains strolled down the middle of the street like they owned the town. The woman in the middle, who wore a spiked and studded black leather vest over a sleeveless red shirt, waved her hand, flipping a car easily.
    My stomach dropped. I had never actually seen the woman in person, but I’d seen plenty of pictures and a lot of video of her destroying New York. Tamara Diesel was one of Raptor’s most infamous nemeses, and for some reason she was in Chicago and walking straight toward Brook, who’d leapt into the air with her fists clenched.
    â€œOh, crap,” I said, running to the edge of the building. I reached a hand out to grab a ride with Vicki, but she’d already launched herself, bulleting toward the group in the street.
    Angélica paused, crouching on the edge. “This is why you need to practice phasing.”
    â€œVillains now,” I said. “Scold later.”
    She rolled her eyes at me and jumped. A split second later, I saw her hit the ground almost a block away, already running for the overturned car. Vicki flew at Tamara Diesel and was knocked back a solid twenty feet. Tamara hadn’t come alone. I could see a man in a burned-­black duster, no doubt the source of the fireball, a spindly woman I recognized from a previous fight, and a man in a green hoodie and stained khakis. I didn’t even want to know what his power was.
    They would be too much for Vicki and Angélica, even with the Davenport mooks running around. I needed to get down there.
    I looked down at the pavement below and felt briefly dizzy. That was a lot farther than four floors and there was no dumpster full of squishy and disgusting things to break my fall.
    On the street, Angélica’s head whipped toward me. I didn’t need supersight to see the annoyed look on her face.
    â€œI hate everything,” I said, and launched myself off of an honest-­to-­god skyscraper. Phase, I told myself, phase , use your momentum—­
    I fell like a brick. The ground rushing at me wasn’t an unfamiliar experience, thanks to all of the supervillain encounters I’d had, but it definitely wasn’t a welcome one. My heart in my throat, I plummeted straight for the pavement. Any second now, I’d blink and I’d be on my couch, and getting back to this fight would just be a pain in the butt.
    Instead, Guy caught me. I grunted as his chest plate slammed into me. “About time you got here,” I said, my voice shaking. “Which is totally Gail-­speak for thanks. That could have been . . . bad.”
    â€œSorry I’m late,” was all he said. He dropped me on my feet and took off with a little wave.
    On the ground, I raced to help Angélica because I could already see one of the villains heading her way. Surprisingly, a white blur joined the fight already breaking out in the middle of the street. Vicki’s fire bolts joined with Brook’s yellow-­and-­green rays, aiming at the passel of supervillains wreaking havoc. A bolt of Vicki’s fire splashed on the pavement to my left as I tackled Angélica to the ground. Instants later, a woman’s hand slapped the air where her head had been. We both rolled to our feet and faced the woman, who was still thirty feet away, her arm contracting back to its normal length.
    â€œYou again,” Angélica said.
    I didn’t blame her for the sigh. We’d fought Stretchy McGee, or whoever the hell she was, when Brook had showed up at the mall to kidnap