The prep room was quiet again.
And it was filled with silence.
Miles stood in the center of the room, the ghost of the Masked Fighter's words still echoing in his head.
The Vanes' legacy is more than just a weapon.
"Okay, so that happened," Leo said, his voice a little shaky.
He picked up the high-voltage taser he had used to take down Ryker, turning it over in his hands.
"Just to be clear," he continued, looking back and forth between Miles and Clara. "We are all in agreement that the mysterious masked guy who has a magic light sword and knows your secret family history is officially on the 'weird and possibly dangerous' list, right?"
"We're not, like, sending him a fruit basket or anything?"
Miles didn't answer.
He was still replaying the fight in his mind.
The way the fighter had moved.
The way they had countered every one of his system-generated attacks with a strange, fluid grace.
It was a fighting style he had never seen before.
