The holographic news feed in Renick's office replayed the same impossible images from a dozen different angles. The man, Marc Black, walking on air. The colossal fist of energy. The tower collapsing into nothing. The peacekeepers turning into silent dunes of sand.
Renick couldn't sit still. He paced behind his desk, his perfectly styled hair in disarray. "They did it. They actually did it. They destroyed the Omni-Stellar headquarters without breaking a sweat." He stopped, pointing a shaking finger at the screen. "That… that wasn't technology, Finn. That was something else. They're more dangerous than I ever thought. We have to do something. Contain them, expose them, something!"
Finn, pale and silent, just stared at the hologram, his mind unable to process the scale of the power on display.
"No," a calm voice stated from the doorway. "You won't."
