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Enter a young Sally Jupiter. She's not in costume today - really, the city's been pretty quiet, and any stirrings that do happen seem to be abruptly silenced by whoever gets to it first. Lately, that's been Eddie - or Hollis, even. She's almost tempted to wonder if they're competing, but that begs the question of what they're competing for, and she's not so sure she wants to know the answer.
Instead of her trademark outfit, she's choosing to lounge about in a long, white, floor-length dressing gown, a sheer white robe, and a pair of impressive silver heels.
Crimefighting (if that's really what you want to call it, and even she tends to turn up her nose at the phrase) really does pay.
Instead of her trademark outfit, she's choosing to lounge about in a long, white, floor-length dressing gown, a sheer white robe, and a pair of impressive silver heels.
Crimefighting (if that's really what you want to call it, and even she tends to turn up her nose at the phrase) really does pay.