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Kryptonite, Part Two
Agent Cinderstorm was a tall man, lanky and fit, with short black hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. He smiled wryly as the Magisters stepped off their plane, stepping forwards to shake hands. “Welcome to Detroit, everyone. I wish Danger Ace hadn’t sent you, though. There’s really nothing here worth your time.”
“Probably not, but we’ll take a look around anyway,” Catherine said after a moment. “Where are Turbine and Shatterdrive?”