At first, the darkened lobby of the Atlas Theater looks empty. But no sooner do we take three steps over the threadbare red carpet than two guys walk out of a door over by the concession counter.
Both guys wear black suits and red ties, and their grooming is impeccable. If I had to pick an age, I'd say mid-thirties for either one.
Good guess. I realize, as they rush toward us through the shadows, that I recognize both of them.
The one with the slick black hair and the mole on his cheek is CEO, "the Chief Executive Officer of Justice." The one with the shaggy blond look, beard, and granny glasses is Mogul, another business-oriented superhuman hero.
I've seen them often enough around the Protectorate offices. They're very active on the financial side of things and known for fighting
