“We need you on the moon.”Isaac Hartson, metahuman and decidedly not a superhero, exchanged a look with girlfriend, Sarah Miller. She kept her surprise veiled behind her own metahuman power of smoke and illusion, but clearly shared the same confusion at the abrupt request from the lunarian standing in his living room. Of all things Isaac had expected in a visit from Lia, member of the meta-mercenaries Justice for Hire, an appeal for a lunar jaunt was not it.“I think we’re going to need to sit down for this one,” Isaac said, gesturing to a chair. Like all lunarians, Lia was thin and gangly, over-tall with her head scraping the ceiling. He didn’t have any furniture properly sized to lunarian proportions, but the armchair that Gratin had donated would serve. The little ikiski cook and sometime spy had outfitted their kitchen and provided a few bits of oversized and overstuffed furniture and equipment meant for nonhumans.Lia adjusted the bag hanging at her side, a Star City Superjump branded sports duffle, in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture before setting it down as she lowered herself into the armchair. The shiny silver runes on her matte silver skin flashed and glowed in a rippling flicker, a sign that even now she was empowering them, though that was as normal for the moonie as Sarah playing with her cigarettes. He was pretty sure Lia had more runes than she used to, crawling down her shoulders to her arms, but had no idea how to interpret that.“So, I’m not much worried about breaking laws as such,” Sarah said, rolling her cigarette between her fingers as she eyed Lia. She patted the couch next to her and Isaac settled in, blinking off a flash of sun glare coming through a gap in the window blinds. “But wandering off to the moon isn’t like shoplifting or a smash and grab. It’s the kind of things that causes international – or should I say, interplanetary – incidents.”“I am (...)