“I can’t believe this,” Scatterbolt whispered. “How is this happening?” “I don’t know,” Keplar replied. “But we just gotta keep quiet for now and watch. See if we can find out what the hell they are planning.” Inside the warehouse, the secret meeting was over, and the dozens of criminals were now waiting in a line that led to the stage. At the end of the line, Rigel was injecting each of them in their right shoulder with a syringe of red liquid. Within seconds of Rigel pushing the plunger, the criminals were granted their superpowers: some of them sprouted demon-like wings, some began to create ice from thin air, some began to levitate, and some were granted super-speed. Many of the criminals were transformed into completely inhuman beasts—one man turned into a seven-foot tall, black-scaled dragon with barbs running down his back, while a group of six others became impish goblins, with long fangs and two extra arms. On the roof of the warehouse, Scatterbolt walked away from the window and to the edge of the building.
