CHAPTER 7
“So…”
Federal Deputy Marshal Christopher Mazuk was having about as good a day as you could get given that it was the Storm. By reacting immediately, he’d managed to get his wife and kids well away from the madhouse before the real shitstorm hit. Plus, they lived in New Jersey so halfway to freedom anyway.
But now he’d gotten saddled with a couple of teenage supers. It looked like his day had just gone pear shaped.
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