“Lo and behold!” Miracle’s voice emerged. “Eleanor’s mastah piece!”
She walked out with as much energy as she could, which was, as usual, not a lot. But the suit was great.
A cool orange vest over a yellow pants suit that looked very much like a biker’s, and large brown boots, and she was wearing gloves as well. It even had what looked like a breastplate. The logo was the letter M, dotted. So an M made of many.
The clones let out an impressed gasp, and Felix looked her over, entranced. He was idolizing her with his eyes.
“What’s your superhero name, Em?” Michael asked.
“Oh, I got a good one, I think,” Miracle told him, smiling. She posed with spread legs and hands on her waist. “Myriad!”
“Oh, that is so cool. Mine’s Fire Hazard,” Felix announced, blowing fire into the air.
“Of cours
