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Not to mention the little matter of stolen files. She didn’t know what he’d taken, but she would find out. She’d figure out what his endgame was and be there waiting for him before he made his next move. She was good, and good triumphed over evil, dammit. “I’ll track his ass and take him down. He does not know who he messed with.”
    “Whoa. I’ve never heard you on a vendetta before. Are you sure you’re okay about Kyle?”
    With everything else that had happened last night, there was no room in her thoughts for Kyle.
    “This isn’t about Kyle.” Or a stolen kiss she had every intention of making a certain villain pay for. “This is about my reputation. And justice.”
    “Are you sure? Because it sounds personal.”
    “It is personal. My personal need for DemonSpawn Wroth to rot in a cell for the rest of his natural life.”
    “If you say so,” Tandy muttered, her skepticism obvious. “But I’m here if you want to talk.”
    “Thanks, Tandy. I’ll call you later.” Right now she had a bad guy to catch. He’d been on the edge of burnout last night when he escaped, but if her power hangover was wearing off, his would be too. She didn’t have a second to waste.
    Justice waited for no woman. Especially not one who was having girly flutterings at the idea of confronting a certain bad boy again…

Chapter Six
    The Good, the Bad & the Invisible
     
    Lucien’s head still echoed with the aftereffects of his hangover as he held himself motionless, outside the range of Area Nine’s security sensors. Thanks to DynaGirl, getting the secret location and security specs of the prison had nearly killed him—and that had been the easy part.
    Now he had to break a high-priority prisoner out of one of the most secure facilities in the world, and he didn’t have time for more than the most half-assed of plans. He’d left the Crypt in chaos, but it wouldn’t take the authorities long to determine what he’d taken. As soon as they knew he was after Area Nine, they’d be ready for him. No, he had to act now. Lucien just hoped the day didn’t end with him as a permanent resident of the cellblock next to Mirabelle’s.
    He didn’t know which one was hers, only that she was in the section of the complex designed to contain the prisoners with the most advanced mind-game abilities. She would be isolated, never coming into direct contact with her guards and therefore incapable of projecting false images into their minds. Anywhere else, solitary confinement would be a punishment, but it was the only way to contain mindbenders.
    All Mirabelle’s surveillance would be digital, reviewed by a remote guard off-site who could push a button to flood her section of the complex with knockout gas if he saw any anomalies. Lucien patted the pair of gasmasks in his pack. He wanted the guard to hit that button. It would keep the truly dangerous residents of Area Nine from escaping when he put a hole in their wall getting Mirabelle out.
    Provided he could first get through the gauntlet of defenses to get to his sister.
    Luckily, the facility was designed more around keeping supers in than keeping them out. Being a government construct, they’d cut corners to cut costs—reinforcing the separate buildings within the main complex only as necessary to contain the particular kinds of criminals they held and relying too much on the secrecy and remoteness of the location to deter jailbreaks.
    Thank God for bureaucracy.
    Lucien gauged the distance he’d have to cover, mentally reviewing his plan—what there was of it—and hoping he had the energy reserves to manage it.
    Two miles of open land to cover to get to the perimeter wall. He could run fast enough to confuse the cameras, but motion sensors would catch him. He had to hope the radio-dissonance device he’d bought would confuse the signal from the sensors long enough for him to reach the wall without triggering the alarm. He only needed a matter of seconds.
    A burst of