Isaac wondered where exactly he’d gone wrong to be on the receiving end of a supervillain monologue. He’d not wanted to be involved with supers, not really. Just redress some of the imbalance he found in the world, where Blacktime and Glorybeam got to do whatever they wanted without any kind of consequence. The plan had been simple, even, and all he had to do was just get some information to the papers. Yet there he was, hiding in the corner of an underground storage area, surrounded by tinker technology and listening to a voice trying to recruit him for evil.Worse, it turned out that his own power had been used as the catalyst for the crisis. He didn’t know how Greg had managed that; the only thing that he’d lost track of before very recently was Lunar Bolt’s costume. But he didn’t doubt it for a moment, it answered only too well both how the tinker had managed to make the effect permanent and why Isaac was able to resist it so easily.“To join me, of course,” Greg’s voice crackled over the intercom. “It’s not an offer I extend to just anyone.” Isaac almost rolled his eyes, half-wondering if Greg had practiced the speech in front of a mirror. It was generic enough that it might have been cribbed from any of a dozen recordings or even comic books. “But if you cannot serve, than you will have to be removed.”“Ravdia still doesn’t know what you’re doing,” he said, toggling the comm-button to keep the link to Blacktime’s team open while Greg talked. So long as the drones weren’t attacking, Isaac had time to think and to work on trying to get out of the room he was stuck in. And while he didn’t want to tip his hand by trying to openly report the situation to Blacktime’s people, he was sure they were smart enough to understand what was going on from context.“Surely you’ve seen how poorly run our world is!” Greg said, clearly warming to the topic. Isaac worked a bit of plastic netting between his (...)