HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 225

Genesis chuckled.

“You’re a regular secret agent,” she said.

“Nah, I’m more of a vigilante,” Angela said. “Less paperwork that way.”

“Either way, I like it,” Genesis said. “You’re so badass.”

“I have my moments,” Angela replied with a grin.

She took a seat in front of her computer. Genesis stood behind her, rubbing Angela’s shoulders. The citrus smell of Genesis’s shampoo wafted down.

“Mmm,” Angela muttered. “What time do you start work today?”

“Twelve thirty,” Genesis said.

“Want to get lunch beforehand?” Angela asked.

“I’d love to,” Genesis said. “Just give me a minute to finish getting ready.”

Genesis ruffled Angela’s hair and strolled into their bedroom. Their bedroom. Angela smiled; the novelty still hadn’t quite worn off. She logged into her email.

She had fourteen messages waiting. Two were spam, five were payments from clients, six were new work requests, and one was from her father. The subject line read, “Need your help.” She clicked on it.

“Hey, Princess,” the email read. “Sorry to spring this on you so suddenly but I could really use your help with something. It’s about Frederica. She’s been going through some changes lately. The kind that you went through, when you were little. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now, but Harriet and I are completely out of our depths on this. Can you give me a call as soon as you get the chance? I’d really appreciate your input.”

Angela stared at the screen for a long moment, then she picked up her phone and dialled.


The concourse of Victory City’s airport was packed with people, but Angela felt completely at ease. Beside her, Kay stood working his magic on her brain, preventing her from using her power. She was much better at shutting out people’s minds than she used to be, but crowds like this still tended to overwhelm her.