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Well, she should have known better than to think
the newshounds wouldn’t be out for blood for this story. She could see the
headlines now: Major Corporation Opens Its Doors to Death and Destruction .
    Fortunately, there were no other news crews around, which
was surprising. It probably meant they were here just to get evidence of the
blast for their files. They may not have a clue that the superhero was due to
arrive. Silently, Brenda gave kudos to her boss for having first-rate insiders. Let’s hope whoever gave him the info is reliable.
    Getting out of her car, she hurried around to the side where
she would be least noticed. Yes, she was planning on crossing the police
barricade, but she wasn’t stupid enough to enter that toxic dump that used to
be a chemical factory. She just wanted to find a spot where she could attract
the superhero’s attention when he arrived, and hopefully ask him some
questions.
    She took a deep breath before she exited the vehicle. The
moment the door was open, Brenda realized she needn’t have bothered. The area
was cleared of all smoke and fumes. So far she hadn’t seen any sign of the
black-clad man. Maybe he was inside.
    A few feet away, Brenda noticed where most of the wall was
missing. Maybe if she went over there, she might be able to see inside—
    A sudden strong breeze gusting behind her made her turn
around, and she spotted him up on top of the factory, balancing on a remaining
bit of roof while still waving the huge steel doors. She frowned, wondering why
he would still be fanning the interior, when his intent suddenly became clear.
Oxygen fed the fires still burning inside, but the doors would act like giant
gusts of wind, extinguishing the flames like a kid blowing out the candle on
his birthday cake. But what about the coals? Wouldn’t fanning them cause
more fires?
    She took a few steps toward the building to watch the
black-clad stranger in action while his attention was directed elsewhere. He
was all muscle. He also had a cute tush, and even though she couldn’t see the
definition of muscles in his back because of the jacket, she knew they had to
be as steel-strong as the doors he was holding.
    More intriguing was the fact that this man had shown up
right after the explosion when he did. Coincidence?
    The slam of car doors told her more people were arriving to
look over the mess. Some of them might be more news crews. If it was, her
chances of being able to talk to the stranger would drastically decrease. If
she was going to get to know the man’s name, it had to be now or never.
    The stranger dropped the doors to the ground and turned to
either take off or leave. Brenda yelled up at him and frantically waved both
arms over her head.
    “Sir! Please, sir! Down here!”
    The stranger glanced down at her, but he appeared to
hesitate. Brenda moved closer, and her action seemed to change his mind.
    “Stop right there!” he ordered, holding out a hand in
warning.
    She stopped, never taking her eyes away from him. She
watched as he took a deep breath, then stepped off the roof onto thin air.
    Wide-eyed, Brenda noticed how the stranger slowly floated
down to the ground approximately twenty feet away. No wings, no cape, no showmanship.
Just all business. Once his feet touched down, he came toward her.
    Like before, she felt she was being approached by a strong
magnetic field. Her entire body pulsed the closer he got, drawn like a tiny
planet to a sun. The nearer he got, the more he appeared to glow. Not dark, not
black like his garments, but brighter and denser than anything she had ever
encountered. He literally dazzled.
    Good heavens, I need shades!
    The man stopped about a yard away from her. Near enough to
where she could barely touch him with her fingertips if she reached out. He
looked a good foot taller than her, making her guess he was around six foot
six. His black hair was thick and nearly shoulder-length. But his eyes…his eyes
were as black as his suit, as his mask