Startled by the sound, she paused and glanced around. No one was there, not in this room anyway. A door leading to a back room—an office maybe, or storage—sat clearly visible from the entryway. How did the superheroes expect to sneak up on anyone in here? If they came through the back, Howler would have them even more quickly than he’d pick her off in the front.The door slipped from her grip and shut firmly behind her.The super villain didn’t spring from the shadows, didn’t appear so fast her eyes couldn’t follow him, didn’t teleport from parts unknown. He opened the backdoor and walked into view. Though his entrance struck her as anticlimactic, her breath came faster and her heart threatened to beat itself from her chest.Howler stood around five feet seven inches tall, and had gone old school with his outfit. Tan and brown spandex covered his body from head to toe, and for a moment images of Violet flashed in her mind. The cut of his uniform was similar, spandex from neck to calf in a light tan color, with darker brown boots, briefs, and gloves.
