They were standing on the White House lawn, getting ready to fight Baby Gun, and the Thrill said: "Hey, we need to give you a code name. Get you into the spirit of things. How about 'Ghost Man?" "How about 'Nobody?"' said Rail Blade. "I like it," said the Thrill. "Whatever," said Nobody. The relaxed mood of the two sisters seemed jarring to him. There were a million people on the Mall for the Dome celebration. Monday's Revelation had made good on their threats. Over the screaming crowd a giant figure loomed, a hundred feet tall, with a body like a toddler. But where the head should be, the giant sported a gleaming black pistol. To Nobody this seemed more pressing than deciding on a code name. He asked Rail Blade, "You going to stop God's personal handgun, or what?" "You do your job, we'll do ours," said Rail Blade. "Ready for armor?" "Hit me," said the Thrill. From thin air, strips of metal slinked and slithered, thickening into plates that covered the Thrill like a second skin. The outfit was completed with a large round shield with a mirrored finish for her right hand, and a long, slender, white-hot sword for her left.
