Adira, Chan, and the billionaire were hunched behind a series of monitors and computers in the main command area. The system would allow them to interface with the necro-helmet and follow the action inside the haunted mall beat by beat in real time. Talon emerged from the bus’s restroom, now fully suited up in the necro-armor. The material perfectly conformed to his body almost as if it had been custom-made to his measurements. He’d initially worried the suit might be too bulky and constrain his mobility, but the opposite was true. The armor clung to him like a second skin, and he felt empowered and ready to go to war. Casca was the first to look up from one of the monitors. “How does it feel?” “Where’s the cape and cowl?” There was a twinkle in Casca’s eyes, but otherwise he maintained his poker face. “We should be reaching the mall in fifteen minutes.” Talon nodded and turned toward the small arsenal mounted on the far wall of the comm center not covered by terminals.
