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clearly from more than 200 metres away.
    â€˜Something weird is going on,’ he says. ‘You heard about the Makybe Diva?’
    â€˜The Level C Hero with the powers of a horse?’ Logi-Gal says.
    â€˜Not just any horse. Anyway, she’s now in hospital, with vets working round the clock to save her, after bumping into a gang that said they were Category 3. The Diva’s an experienced Level C and should have been a clear favourite in that fight, but this gang beat her to a pulp . . . And Riverdance?’
    Torch snorts. ‘The Irish dancing Hero? He’s the lamest Hero in town.’
    â€˜Nevertheless, two supposedly Category 2 shoplifters left him unconscious and with a possible broken leg which, for him, is serious.’
    â€˜But a relief for all of us,’ Torch says. ‘No more twinkletoes.’
    â€˜Torch!’ I say sharply. ‘He’s a Hero!’
    â€˜Sorry,’ he says, but he doesn’t look like he means it.
    â€˜Will somebody please hit him on the arm,’ says Logi-Gal, and Torch leans away from us, worried.
    â€˜What does this mean, Golden Boy?’ I ask. ‘What are you saying?’
    â€˜Just be careful. That’s all. The word on the street is that there’s a new performance enhancer that boosts a Hero or Villain’s powers. Villains have been unnaturally strong, with powers beyond the standard level for their category, and I think it’s this juice.’
    â€˜What is it?’ Switchy asks. ‘A drug?’
    â€˜Maybe,’ Golden Boy says. ‘We think it’s a potion, like a Super sports drink, but with a lot more grunt.’
    â€˜Have you tried it?’
    â€˜Cannonball, please. This is me we’re talking about,’ Golden Boy says. ‘Ask those alien vasta-raptor-blurbs whether I need to enhance my powers.’
    â€˜Do they speak English?’
    â€˜That’s not really the point I was trying to make, Logi-Gal.’
    â€˜I know. It’s just that if the aliens didn’t speak English, we couldn’t ask them the question, could we?’
    We all stare at her.
    â€˜Well, we could, but they wouldn’t understand it.’
    Stop. Why won’t she stop?
    â€˜. . . and we wouldn’t know what they were saying either. Unless we spoke their alien language.’
    There’s total silence until she blushes and says, ‘This probably isn’t the time to point out I prefer Logic Girl to Logi-Gal, is it? . . . okay, fine !’ She folds her arms, scowling.
    â€˜If you want to be Logic-Girl, I’m happy to call you Logic-Girl,’ says Cannonball quietly. We all stare at him, then he blushes. ‘So Goldilocks, this stuff sounds great. Why aren’t we all on it?’ he asks loudly.
    â€˜Because it’s against the International Code of Hero Ethics to deliberately artificially enhance your power,’ Golden Boy says sharply. ‘And because you wouldn’t know what the side effects of this stuff are, whatever it is. And you have no idea who has created it, or why. And anyway . . . it’s cheating.’
    â€˜Cheating?’
    â€˜Yes, unsporting.’
    Cannonball snorts. ‘What’s “sporting” got to do with it? This is about crime, about evil dudes, about justice prevailing.’
    Golden Boy shrugs. ‘There’s still a right way and a wrong way to go about it. I prefer Hero acts to be truly heroic. Now listen, you lot, not a word, okay? Not many Heroes even know about this. Just watch out when facing crooks who should be easy to beat.’
    He winks and saunters over to Ace who has just pulled a dozen playing cards from his mouth. Tabby, the cat Hero, looks horrified, but starts to purr when Golden Boy arrives.
    We’re finishing our Super Shakes when Sidekick, the Zenith barman, approaches us.
    â€˜Hey Switchy,’ he says, tossing an envelope onto our table. ‘You have an official summons from the AFHT. It