“Hey,” Maxim said, stepping forward and putting his hands on Liang’s shoulders. Their eyes locked, and he tried not to flinch at his fear that Liang might recognize him, might realize who he was, and then it would all be over. “Cal’s safe. I left him in a maintenance closet on the first level. You know, like the one you were supposed to stay in?”
Either the reassurance that Cal was safe or the memory of already having defied a superhero seemed to calm Liang down, because he brushed aside Maxim’s hands and gave a small huff.
“What? I’m a reporter. You really can’t expect me to just sit on my hands while one of the biggest stories of the decade happens. Not when I can have the exclusive. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other reporters in here. Except for Cal. But I’m sure he’ll be a good
