Clint Rojas stepped out of the shower and began towelling off.

A floorboard creaked in his living room.

The LeSauvage mob must be making their move! And like an idiot he’d left his helmet out there! But he had no intention of going down without a fight.

He grabbed his plunger and pulled off the rubber suction-cup end. A wooden stick is better than nothing.

Wearing a bathrobe and holding the stick, he burst into his living room.

It was the beekeeper, the old woman, and the man who robbed the mobsters.

“We could use your help,” the beekeeper said.

Adam said, “I think it is time we changed the parameters of our mission. While I would still like to capture the superhuman criminals we helped escape, they are spread around the world and hiding. It would be too difficult a task for us.”

He stood and continued. “But here in Port Nadine we have a city full of potential good causes we can take on. While doing so, we can build up our resources. What we start here we can spread to the rest of the world when we are strong. Yes?”

“Sounds good,” said Dante.

“Whatever,” said Gladys.