Nova leaned her head against the taxicab window.
It had taken over a week to get back to the States.
Returning from the Outback was like returning from a trip to Mars. She had no money, no passport.
But where there was a will, there was a way.
And where there were Supers, there were Rogues.
She’d locked onto a few of their signals when she’d gotten closer to civilization and offered them her services.
If there was one thing Rogues needed everywhere, it was the ability to hide themselves, or to transform into something else.
That she could do.
A haircut, color, some well-placed makeup, a few signal dampeners, and she could revamp anyone—if they were willing to work with her rather than against her like the idiots who had broken into her home.
The flames inside of her stirred, along
