Storm looked at the man standing on the other side of the door in disbelief. How the hell did you find us? He took a step forward. And the man took several steps back. You're trespassing on private property. One call and you're in jail. Storm grabbed the man's collar. Moon hurried over to the door. She gently touched the hand that gripped the reporter's collar. He relaxed and let him go. Might as well get this over with. She stepped in front of Storm. 9 am sharp tomorrow. Call your report friends for a 30-minute press conference right here. If you're late no deal. And if any of you try to go over 30. I'll sue you. Did you get that? Ye... yes, he stammered. Moon politely closed the door. Storm asked her was she sure? Moon needed yes. I thought it would be the best thing to
