HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 308
 

She opened the window and flew out.

“I’ll call you as soon as I get ahold of Leigh,” Genesis said. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Angela said.

She kissed Genesis and followed Ozzie.

“I don’t know how we’ll get inside,” Ozzie said, floating up toward the ship. “They never did manage to open the thing up before it blew.”

“Well, maybe they’ll try harder if they know what’s coming,” Angela said. “Right now, they think they’ve got all the time in the world, so they’re probably playing it safe. We just have to convince them they’re wrong.”

“And if they don’t believe us?” Ozzie asked.

“Then we improvise,” Angela replied.

She flew higher, up toward the ship. The size of the thing kept surprising her the closer they got. Costumed men and women flitted about the surface of the craft, searching for an opening. Helicopters buzzed nearby.

“They came from all over the country,” Ozzie said, gesturing to the superheroes. “Many cities lost—will lose—their heroes that day.”

“Not if I can help it,” Angela said.

They rose to within twenty meters of the ship. It was eerily silent save for a faint hum that filled the air, vibrating in Angela’s teeth. One of the superheroes, a man in white and blue spandex, flew down from the top of the ship and held out his palm.

“Sorry, ladies,” he said, his voice deep. “This area is off limits until we get the situation under control.”

“You’re not going to,” Ozzie said. “The ship’s going to explode tomorrow afternoon and take half the city with it while you’re still trying to get inside.”

The hero smirked.

“And how do you know that, exactly?”

“I’m from the future,” Ozzie said. “I came back to warn my younger self and she insisted that we try to help.”

“Well, I… appreciate the warning,” he said, “but you really can’t be here. Head on home and we’ll take care of everything.”