HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 117

Angela crossed her arms. Kay sighed.

“Remember when we were fourteen and that necklace of yours went missing?” Kay asked. “You looked everywhere for it and eventually your dad had to buy you a new one.”

“What’s that got to do with—”

“I stole it,” he said. “Took it down to the pawn shop and sold it. Spent the money on weed and porn.”

“You… Why are you telling me this?” Angela asked.

“Because you need to understand what I am, what I’ve always been,” he replied.

“A thief?” she said.

“Bingo,” he said. “I mostly stuck with cars, but about five years back I joined up with this crew out of Toronto. Bank robbers. They needed a driver, and with my powers, they’d never have to worry about superheroes getting in their way. It was a perfect fit. For a while, anyway. But eventually, we got cocky.”

“Of course you did,” Angela said.

“It happened a couple years ago,” he said. “We’d just pulled a heist and got away scot-free, but it turns out we were followed. A superhero, this behemoth of a woman called Miss Judgement, shows up out of nowhere and tries to get the drop on us. I switch off her powers and she transforms into this scrawny little waif.”

“Your ‘ex’,” Angela said.

“Exactly,” he said. “So we grab her and tie her up, but it’s too late; she’s already seen our faces. And while we’re arguing about what to do with her, she escapes. We try to find her, but she’s long gone.”

He took a bite of popcorn, grimaced, and set the bowl down on the coffee table. On the television, multicolored heroes fought a giant insect monster.

“Now it’s only a matter of time before the cops come banging down our door,” he said. “We’ve officially run out of options. We pack our shit, drive to the airport, and grab the first flight out of Toronto.”

“Which just so happens to bring you here,” Angela said.

“The universe has a shitty sense of humor, eh?” he said.