With Young Action holding back a swarm of drone-bees at the hatch, Leo frantically rewired the panel, using a trick he’d learned from his father’s old radio kits. With a final click, the mechanical ivy shuddered and retracted into a harmless metal seedling.
"Initiative is a power," Young Action replied, tossing Leo a pair of high-tech "gravity-grip" gloves. "You know this town better than I do. Lead the way." Young Action
With a flicker of neon, he was gone. Leo looked at the gloves, then at the silver whistle. He wasn't just a collector anymore; he was a participant. With Young Action holding back a swarm of