“Gas explosion, my ass.”
Katherine Carter stood on a ridge with her fellow Rogue Hunters, gawking at a crater where a cottage once stood near the Oregon coastline.
The scorched land stretched out in all directions. Everything around it was blown to bits—trees, vehicles, other houses. It was a twisted, tangled mess.
Hazmat and firefighting teams swarmed the cordoned-off area while Kat’s phone lit up again.
“Is this one of yours?” Agent Bert Meadows—from the government-agency-with-no-name—texted her. “Reminds me of Hugh Harrison’s prison break.”
“Is this one of yours?” “Reminds me of Hugh Harrison’s prison break.”She glanced at Hugh, then typed a reply. “It’s definitely not a Super.”
“It’s definitely not a Super.“Rogues?”
“Rogues?”“Possibly.”
“Possibly.”“Let me know what you find.”
