Project ROWDY 2-29

Brick clocked the cameras first. Sixteen easy ones—two in every corner, a couple tucked in vent slits, ceiling panel seams. X-ray vision wasn’t required to feel the rest watching. The whole place buzzed with the kind of sterilized tension that tried to pretend it wasn’t afraid of them. Like covering a bomb in white tile…

Error: Parameter Mismatch. He sat cross-legged just over the edge of the couch, floating a few inches above the cushions proper; fire-red hair free to trail down his spine like the tail of a comet. Three separate tablets rested on his thighs, glares of crimson and amber thrown back at him and reflecting in the…

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They arrived in Washington D.C. to a warzone, punching through the sound barrier so low it shattered every window on the south side of the Treasury building. The air was thick, heavy with the stench of fire and smoke; burning rubber, melted metal, scorched grass almost enough to make Brick’s nose wrinkle. Red eyes darted…

J.Q. ARMSTRONGSUBJECT DESIGNATION: SuperPatriotCLEARANCE CODE: VET-002-OMEGA CIVILIAN IDENTITY: John Quincy ArmstrongD.O.B.: January 15, 1920 STATUS: Active – Augmented Operative, Level Omega ClearanceAFFILIATIONS: US Armed Forces (WWII–Korea), GDA (consultant), former Liberty LeagueKNOWN ASSOCIATES: Clare Armstrong (spouse), Officer Dragon (Chicago) BACKGROUND:Armstrong was a decorated infantryman during World War II when he was captured behind enemy lines by Axis-aligned paramilitary scientists. Subjected to experimental augmentation…

Light crawled across the hotel suite floor like some lazy beast, dragging fingers of yellow through the curtains Brick hadn’t fully closed last night. The room stank of sugar and grease and boy-sweat, the kind of smell that came from three kids with superpowers and zero supervision. Wrappers everywhere. Candy bar foil twisted into little…