shouted Nova, whose gravitational powers were useless if she couldn't anchor herself. She hopped on one foot through the common area, her fiery red ponytail whipping behind her.

They launched—a blur of light, shadow, speed, and stubborn hope. Below, Meridian City sparkled, unaware of the tap-dancing prehistoric crisis about to unfold.

Inside, the morning was chaos.

asked Drift.

Down in the garage, a new recruit named Volt was trying to recharge her suit from a wall socket. She’d plugged it in upside down. The suit began to hum a sad, electronic waltz.

But at Superheroine Central, that was just another Tuesday. And they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Volt blushed.