Bela paced around the cafe bathroom, one hand holding her jacket closed over her chest, the other periodically making sure her slacks didn't slip off her now much narrower hips. She paused in front of the mirror. She looked pale and frightened ( Read more... )

She ran hard, feet pounding the pavement of the Metropolis backstreets. She kept glancing back to try and catch a glimpse of her pursuers, but all she caught was laughter and wing beats. Digging into her pocket, she yanked out her cell phone, fumbling, but dialing quickly. "Come on, come on! Oliver, please pick up ( Read more... )