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1 “See anything?” Superstar carefully studied the street below. “A few cars. Pedestrians… a couple walking arm in arm, a drunk lying behind a dumpster in the alley they just walked past. Three guys smoking on the corner.” “Anything suspicious?” her fellow superheroine asked. “Not really,” Superstar responded with a sigh. She glanced back over her shoulder at Cosmic Angel. The white-and-purple clad heroine stood behind her in the classic heroine stance, shapely legs shoulder-width apart, arms akimbo, gloved hands bunched into fists and resting on her hips. “Is patrol always this boring?” Superstar asked. “Sometimes,” Cosmic Angel said evenly. “I have a cousin in the military. He’s been in combat. He told me it’s long periods of boredom punctuated by seconds of action, terror, and adrenalin.” The blonde heroine’s slender but toned shoulders shrugged. “Pretty similar to what we do.” Superstar turned away. She placed her boot back on the cornice, bent over, and glanced down