There weren't any windows in the room, so when the lights went out, it didn't just become a little darker in the room, it became completely black.

Well, completely black except for the line of light at the bottom of the door.

"Don't move," Ray said, and something clicked, followed by a frustrated sigh.

Then, I heard a rustling noise. I guessed it might be Ray or Allen's gun being pulled from its holster.

"OK. Now don't move or I'll fire."

Ray opened the door.

It wasn't much better, but I could see again.

Well, I could see Ray, or at any rate, the half of him that stood in the hallway's dim light. Lights didn't seem to be on there either.

His pistol glinted.

"Allen," Ray began, "cover him, and if he moves, aim for the head. I'll grab a babysitter once I'm out there and send him back."

Allen pulled out his pistol, and pointed it at me too.

"Watch him? I say bring him along and hold a gun to his head."

"Shut up. We don't have time for this. I've got to get out there while I've still got troops."

A loud crackling noise, almost like an electrical discharge, followed by screams and an explosion punctuated his point.

I recognized the crackling noise from the time I'd spent testing the League jet's lasers.

Ray slipped out the door.

Allen took a step closer to me, gun in hand, standing next to Kerri's body. I sat on the other side of the table from him, so he wasn't at point blank range, but it couldn't have been more than ten feet either.

I wondered how good of a shot he was. Could he shoot me in the head before I got to him? Or before I popped the (mostly bulletproof) mask out of the collar?

Too bad I was seated on the other side of the table.

I considered dropping to the floor, and rolling out, or possibly trying to throw the table at him. The stealth suit wasn't the Rocket suit, but it did make me stronger than normal.

I'd decided to flip the table on its side, duck behind it, and pull the mask on when it became obvious that I'd thought too long.

Rachel appeared to Allen's left, and punched him in the face, her electrified glove adding a special something to the blow.

He convulsed, fired at the ceiling, and collapsed.

"Follow me out. Night Cat's waiting outside with the car."

I pulled my mask out of the stealth suit's collar, and gloves out of my sleeves.

Rachel walked to the doorway and turned invisible. Then her right arm became visible again, waving me forward.

She floated down the hall. I followed.

I hadn't missed much when I'd come through the hall blindfolded. I ran past wood paneled walls, and over beige carpet. It probably hadn't been renovated since the 1970's.

To my left, were offices. Sleeping bags lay on the floor along with duffel bags and gear. The building's only light came through the office windows.

On my right, the next room over from the conference room turned out to be a radio studio. From what I could see through the plate glass windows, the big, metal microphones, and the control board all looked old.

Cobwebs hung from the "On Air" sign.

I didn't slow down much to check it out, but Rachel turned around, and said, "Come on!"

We ran out of the hallway and into the waiting room. The orange, yellow, red, green, and blue chairs screamed 1970's, but I didn't have time to gape at the color combination.

Shouts came from behind us, from the direction of the conference room.

Burning Hands Man ran down the hall, accompanied by one of Prime's reserves--the jeep's driver.

They weren't close, but I wasn't going to wait for that to change. I ran for the door, and pushed on it.

It was locked, and didn't budge.

Rachel had, of course, flown through it.

Deciding that property damage wasn't a big concern of mine anymore, I punched it.

It was one of those doors that were all glass except for the metal frame and push-bar in the middle.

The glass shattered on the top half and my gloved hand broke through, but the bottom didn't go with it.

I kicked it, and enough broke that I could duck under the bar and walk out.

Haley's black corvette sat next to the road, just twenty feet away.

I ran.

Behind me, I heard a crash, and the sound of metal tearing.