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jaunt. Just being around Justice after the kiss was awkward enough, huffing and gasping for breath while he stood there stoically would have made it worse.
    As she slid into the seat, Justice slammed his door and then started talking. “Okay here’s the plan. We’ve got other heroes moving in to distract him while we get you into position. You’re to move in, block his power when he uses it on you. Get his attention—keep his eyes on you—and I’ll move in behind him.” He slid the Porsche into gear and pulled out into the street fast enough to knock her back in her seat.
    “That’s it? That’s your plan? Justice, that isn’t a plan,” Brenda said, and then grabbed the door to keep from flying into the middle of the car during a sharp turn that he took at what felt like a hundred miles per hour. “Do you know the layout of the building? Is he armed?”
    Justice glanced at her. “Armed? No, he’s not armed from what we can tell. What self-respecting super villain would run around armed? Might as well admit your power sucks if you do that.”
    Brenda pursed her lips. She’d considered picking up a gun that very afternoon. Something small she could fit into her purse unnoticed. Backup, just in case. “Okay, so he’s not armed. Have you thought about paying the guy? I mean, ten mil probably doesn’t even touch what the mayor is insured for against for something like this.”
    “You’re right, but he’s not going to stop with the mayor. If he gets money this way, he’ll just move onto bigger and richer prey.” His eye met hers for a brief second before he turned back to the road, but a second was long enough. He was worried.
    She swallowed. If a hero like Justice was worried—no, she couldn’t think like that. She had to stay focused. “Okay.” Blinking lights came into view, police cars. They were getting close.
    “I know the plan isn’t the best, but we’re working with what we have. You won’t be alone in there. Other superheroes are en route, some probably already around. I’ll be with you, too.” He slid to a stop behind a couple of police cars blocking the road. He slipped the transmission out of gear and cut the engine then turned to face her. “I won’t let him hurt you, Brenda.”
    With those words vibrating in her head, she leaned forward as he bent and kissed her. It was quick, over in a flash, but shook her more than the idea of taking on a super villain.
    Justice jumped out of the car and greeted the policeman guarding the scene before she wrangled her door open. The officer was in his forties and had sweat beading on his forehead visible through his military-short hair. He ran a hand through his almost-nonexistent hair and then waved them through.
    Justice strode down the street, moving quickly, before he turned back and motioned her over. He hit a button on his cell phone as she shifted her weight, shooting glances up the street and back down the way they’d come. The way they were headed seemed darker. Shadows stretched so far they seemed to all coalesce into inky, impenetrable darkness.
    “Okay,” Justice said into the phone. “Got it.” He clicked it shut and turned to face her. His brows were drawn together, but his voice was clear of worry.
    “You’re going in the front,” he began, and then held up a hand to stop her interruption. “I know, it sounds nuts but your power is your element of surprise, not your presence. You go in with a briefcase they’ve placed near the door for you. Act like you’re paying the man. When he comes for it, be ready to power on. The other team members and I will be coming in behind him.”
    “How will I know when to use my power?” she asked, wishing her voice wasn’t so frantic.
    “You’ll know.” He gripped her shoulder in support. “Keep him distracted.”
    “How am I supposed to distract him?”
    “Follow your instincts, Bren. If they say to fight him, fight him. If you think he’ll be receptive to conversation, talk to