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and pulled it hard, ripping it shut against the wind resistance. Tara rushed forward to help her lock it back into place, looking breathlessly at the woman who looked like she was dressed for a fancy dinner out rather than a bit of superheroism.
    “Sorry I’m late,” Sienna yelled, adjusting her voice, looking a little shocked at how loud it came out. Tara could sympathize; the wind blowing as she’d come into the cabin had been deafening. “Dave Grohl wasn’t available,” Sienna went on, sounding surprisingly relaxed given the circumstances, “so I hope this nice, scared lady captain will land the plane well enough for you.”
    “Oh shit, oh shit,” the captain said, getting back to her feet. Her blond hair was blown back behind her shoulders. “When you said you needed help landing a plane, I thought you meant a Cessna—and that I’d do it from a nice, warm tower somewhere …”
    “Yeah, no hero points for that,” Sienna said casually, unflappable. Her eyes fell on Tara. “I don’t know if she’s going to be able to find the cockpit in her current condition; you mind showing her the way?”
    “I know where the damned cockpit is,” the blond pilot groused, making her way forward on the DC-9. “Get everyone ready for landing. Crosscheck and all-call.” She disappeared down the hall and slammed the door to the cockpit. Tara heard muffled swearing from beyond it before swiveling back to Sienna Nealon.
    “You just saved everyone on this plane,” Tara said, looking at her in awe.
    “Yeah, well, we’re not on the ground yet,” Sienna said, adjusting the straps on her dress uncomfortably as she peeked around into the first-class section. “Got any extra seats or am I standing for landing?”
    “Uhm …” Tara said, thinking quickly. “You can sit up front with me. The, uh, captain and co-pilot are both strapped in in first class, the last two empty seats we had before—”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Sienna said, eyeing the jump seats next to the door. “Okay, then. Gives me an easy exit if I have to jump out and guide the plane down anyway.”
    “Uh … in that?” Tara asked, pointing at the dress. It looked nice, like maybe she’d been out for the evening, but it didn’t go so well with the hair, which was windblown, to say the least.
    “I could do it naked, I guess,” Sienna said, “I’m getting kinda used to that at this point, unfortunately—”
    “Can I get you anything?” Tara asked as the plane swept wide around, under professional control feeling once more like it was—well, like it was under control.
    “I could use a drink,” Sienna said, settling back into the first seat with a thud. “It’s been a day—or actually, a night.”
    “That makes two of us,” Tara said and grabbed a half dozen of the little bottles out of the storage case, using her skirt to hold them like a parachute as she made her way over to strap herself in for landing, handing the other woman three to start with and watching her chug them lightning fast. “That makes two of us.”

5.
Kat
Los Angeles
    The red-haired homeless-looking guy had come out of nowhere and killed both the Bruces so fast that she hadn’t seen anything but a flash of blood as it sprayed across her white suit. Kat Forrest had seen death—up close and personal, in ways that most people couldn’t even imagine, so when the red-haired guy grabbed her by the wrist and twisted it down, her first instinct wasn’t to just go along with it. He had a good grip, though, and locked her in place until he could throw her down.
    She hit the pavement hard, went sprawling, heard him say something about showing the world what she was, but Kat was too busy trying to not die to pay much attention. Though she might not have anyway, because the dude was a creepy bum with unwashed hair and—let’s face it—some B.O. like he’d come straight out of Topanga Canyon. Kat rolled hard, her meta strength carrying her away as the bum’s hand descended to the