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intending to.  “They sent me to inform you that they are ready.”
     
    Hope nodded.  Enough was enough.  It was time that superhumanity lived up to its potential for making the world a better place.  And if that meant that a number of petty tyrants and their attack dogs in human form had to die, it was a worthwhile price for saving so many lives.  He looked down, once again, at the Congo and shuddered inwardly.  So many people were dying, trapped in an endless hell...something had to be done.  Something would be done.
     
    The Redeemer shrugged.  “They’ll try to stop us, you know.”
     
    “I know,” Hope said.  She’d read his thoughts again.  The world would not enjoy discovering that superhumanity had taken steps they were unwilling to take themselves.  “But we have no choice.”
     
    He touched the communicator built into his belt.  One of the early superhumans had been a genius, so intelligent that he made Einstein look like a moron.   He’d died early, but before he’d fallen he’d invented computers that were lightning-fast, communications devices that couldn't be jammed or censored and thousands of other devices that would have reshaped the world, if they’d ever been released on the open market.  Various governments had tied the patents up in litigation, just to make sure that the existing balance of power wasn't threatened.  Opportunism like that, back when he'd been a good soldier, had convinced Hope that it was time to leave the SDI.
     
    “Gateway,” he said, “bring us home.”
     
    There was a flash of light. They both vanished.
     
    ***
    The Saviours had wanted to make it clear that they were beholden to no country when they went public, so choosing a place for their headquarters had required some careful negotiation. They finally built their headquarters in Antarctica, very close to the South Pole.  It wasn't a perfect solution, but it had won them some plaudits for keeping illegal mining away from the final untouched continent.  Besides, explaining why they owned Antarctica would have been tricky for several governments. 
     
    Hope winced as he materialised in Gateway’s room, feeling the urge to be sick once again.  Gateway was barely sixteen years old, but her talent—instant teleportation, as well as the ability to open gates from place to place—was too useful to be discounted.  Besides, if she had stayed in America, she would have been snapped up by the SDI and put to work protecting the country—and advancing the country’s interests.  She was far more useful as one of the Saviours, even if her talent did make people feel sick.
     
    The Redeemer looked over at Gateway in mock annoyance.  “You didn't have to bring us here,” she said, with a thin smile that suggested she knew very well why Gateway had brought them to her rooms.  Her crush on Hope was as obvious as it was embarrassing.  “You could have brought us to the main room.”
     
    Gateway flushed, her face suddenly bright red.  She looked up to The Redeemer, everyone did.  “I just wanted to see you alone,” she said, seemingly unaware of the double-meaning in her words.  “I...there’s a lot of people out there.”
     
    “I know,” Hope said.  It was difficult to convince superhumans to work together, particularly ones who considered themselves to be the equals—or superiors—of every other superhuman.  Eventually, it had been the Redeemer who had convinced most of them to come and hear his speech.  “Thank you for the chance to compose myself before I faced them.”
     
    Gateway smiled, clearly relieved.  “You’re welcome, boss,” she said.  “Knock them dead.”
     
    Hope concealed his smile as he walked out of the girl’s quarters and into the main room.  They’d built it large enough to house a jumbo jet—and all of the space was occupied by superhumans, most of them wearing gaudy costumes that showed their underwear on the outside of their pants.  Hope was old