Take 2: Swanky bar, jazz music, secret back room, superheroes, a plan to save the world. Will they?
“Trouble ahead,” Nightwave announced, pointing across the street at a convenience store’s parking lot.
A handful of smashed hoods in their twenty’s jumped a police patrol. They were chanting rhymes, rocking the car, kicking dents in its doors with their pristine white sneakers. Classic scene, Joaquin thought, adding it to the fourth position on his shit list, right after breaking and entering. In an unsuccessful attempt to drive off, the patrol car’s tires spun.
Quake sent a minor tremor their way, shaking the ground under the car with enough intensity to throw off half the hoodlums and get the others running like…
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