The moment her hands were free of the webbed manacles, she slammed them palm up against the wall and the prison multiplex ignited in a flash of color and chaos.
Staring at her through the swirling concrete dust, he said, “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m the one who’s going to set the rebellion on its ear, Kandence, and you’re the one who’s going to help me save Millennium City.”
"Look, lady," he said, dusting off his jacket, "I got no idea what you're talking – -"
Interrupting, she said, "Let me show you," and when her mouth brushed his, images spilled across his memory like a waterfall, saturating every cell of his consciousness until he remembered – the machines and the misery and the woman who'd waged war against them – and crushing his ferocious wife to his chest, he wept.
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