VOLUME THREE: UNDERWORLD, START!
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“We’ll be in the Crucible’s airspace in fifteen minutes,” reported the slim, youthful-looking, brown-haired man in the crisp gray suit and fedora that marked him as one of the Wardens, a U.N. affiliated organization mandated with monitoring ‘gifted’ activities on a global scale.
Sam, who was inspecting the portable, power-dampening cell the Wardens had locked Apex in, absentmindedly nodded his head at the brown-haired warden.
“Are we sure this ‘coffin’ will hold him?” Sam asked for the tenth time.
‘Coffin’ was an apt name for Apex’s current accommodations. It was an upright ten-foot rectangular box made entirely of a rare adamantine alloy, the only metal on Earth that could disrupt and absorb various types of energy, including the kinetic energy born of physical attacks.
“The power dampeners are working just fine,” Thunder answered.