Project ROWDY 2-27B

It started the way it always did. Wind screaming past, clouds slashing overhead, three streaks of color carving through the sky—red, blue, green. Townsville sprawled beneath them, all rooftops and flashing billboards and streets too narrow to matter. The city wasn’t important. Winning was. Brick surged ahead, jaw clenched, shoulders locked, every muscle pulling taut…

A full mile beneath the Pentagon, and maybe a little more (there was all sorts of weird stuff that didn’t seem like it should fit in only a mile of space, honestly), the GDA hallway stretched ahead of Team Trinity, Troubleshooters of Truth (as Time magazine had taken to calling them). The place was the…

The GDA’s rec lounge was the aggressive beige of something that could only be explicitly government-approved; designed by committee till the point someone clearly just gave up and picked the least offensive shade they had to choose from.  Brick couldn’t exactly hate on them for that, especially when they had gone to the effort of…

All four of them — Rowdyruffs and Suit Guy — hit the gap at maximum velocity.  They didn’t slip through the breach. They tore it open. Brick All four of them — Rowdyruffs and Suit Guy — hit the gap at maximum velocity.  They didn’t slip through the breach. They tore it open. Brick moved…

The sky opened with a glitch. Literally.  Squares of neon blue and bright magenta light materialized out of the teleportation grid, forming a familiar shape with a familiar face.  A teenager, maybe fifteen years old with light brown hair and bad complexion, dropped out of the sky on violently-bright wings throwing off square sparks that…