Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html HERO SANDWICH Angela Knight Meg Jennings stepped out onto the roof of her apartment building, her boots scraping on the concrete. Below, horns honked and an eighteen-wheeler growled in acceleration as a fire truck wailed its way down the street. Restless, she strode to the roof’s edge. All around her, the lights of Manhattan glittered in the darkness as if the stars had showered down to earth. Meg stared downward, brooding. She’d had no choice except to break it off with Richard tonight. Much as she loved him, she couldn’t keep tolerating his secrecy, his habit of disappearing,his evasiveness. She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d actually ended a date without him being called off by some mysterious phone call. Any explanation he’d bothered to give afterward always had the ring of a lie. Meg had lived a double life long enough to recognize the signs in somebody else. She knew what she was doing in hers. She wasn’t at all sure she wanted to know what Richard was doing with his. Maybe he was a hero, risking his life in the pursuit of justice. But there was something about Richard, something just a little bit dark, a little bit ruthless. That sounded more like villain than hero to Meg -- and she wasn’t willing to go down that particular road again. She didn’t like where it led. Even so, the expression on his handsome face when she’d told him it was over had stabbed into her soul. Pain and vulnerability were not emotions she associated with Richard Drake, billionaire captain of industry. She’d found herself explaining. “I just can’t live with the lies anymore, Richard.” A cool gleam of determination replaced the pain in those wolf-pale eyes. “We all have our secrets, Meg. And we all tell lies.” Then he’d walked out. Now she glowered at the city below.We all have our secrets. What the hell did that mean? With a huff, Meg stepped off the edge of the roof and into empty air. For an instant, she fell like a rock. Then the generators in her suit started pumping out lev-fields, and she rose slowly skyward like a soap bubble on the breeze. Absently, she watched the traffic stream below her boots in a river of headlights. Was this what Richard meant? Did he know what she was? And would he tell anyone in that other life she suspected he led? If he did, he might as well paint a target on her chest and declare open season. Too many pissed-off villains -- and even a few heroes -- had sworn to take revenge on Paparazzi for the photos she’d taken. If any of them ever found out who she was, she wouldn’t have a prayer. It was hard to believe Richard would deliberately endanger her that way. But then, she didn’t really Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html know him, did she? That was the whole problem. Frowning, Meg stretched her body out in the air, letting the lev-fields cradle her in invisible lines of force. With one hand, she checked the bag attached to her equipment belt. Her camera gear was safely stowed, ready for the night’s adventures. Taking a deep breath, she slowly flexed her toes, triggering the acceleration controls in her boots. Instantly, she shot forward, propelled by the levitation fields rippling around her. It was ironic, really. If her father hadn’t been such an adrenaline junkie, he could have been pulling in billions in patent proceeds. The American military would have paid a great deal for a suit that could both levitate its wearer and turn him invisible. Unfortunately, exploiting his inventions had always held less appeal for GeraldJennings than committing crimes as the supervillain Bankbuster. He and his partner Nightwolf had terrorized New York together, in between battles with superheroes like Cougar and Lynx.Which was why Gerald was doing fifty in Attica now instead of living the high life in Acapulco. Meg was lucky she hadn’t gone down with him. When she’d turned fifteen, Nightwolf had lost a fight with Cougar and gone to jail. Her father hated working alone, so he gave her a lev-suit and forced her to become his sidekick, Sneak Thief. For the next two years, she’d lived in a constant state of terror as they used their suits in nighttime bank robberies. Finally Meg could take no more. She told her father she’d robbed her last bank. Enraged, Gerald beat her so badly, he had to take her to the hospital before he robbed the bank he’d targeted. Cougar and Lynx caught him that very night. Bankbuster’s conviction freed Meg from her life of crime, but it also left her with a very big problem. Her mother was dead, and the money Gerald had left in an offshore bank wouldn’t last long. Though she was old enough to go out on her own by then, she had no way to support herself except minimum-wage jobs. Meg briefly considered selling her own suit to the Army, but she didn’t know how it worked. Besides, admitting she had Sneak Thief’s costume wasn’t exactly a good move, given the charges hanging over her head. She had to find another way to make a living. Meg had been at a loss until the night she decided to take a camera along on one of her flights through the city. She’d always loved shooting the New York skyline from the air, but her subject that night proved a lot more exciting. She was just about to snap a shot of the Empire State Building when a flash of fire in the night sky caught her attention. When she flew over to investigate, it turned out to be Megaman locked in battle with the Crimson Scorpion. Invisible, Meg zipped around them, snapping pictures of their combat. As soon as the fight was over, she made a beeline for one of the city’s newspapers. The night editor bought the photos on the spot, despite his doubts about the masked woman who’d taken them. And so Paparazzi was born. The question was, did Richard know her other identity -- and would he tell anybody? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Cougar had chosen his vantage point carefully, right on the edge of the rooftop. He figured he’d be silhouetted against the streetlights below. Easy for anybody flying overhead to spot. “Think she’ll show?” Lynx asked. The communications unit in Cougar’s mask was so good, it sounded as if his brother was whispering right in his ear. “Tonight?”Cougar shrugged. “Who knows?Eventually?Yeah, eventually.” Lynx grunted. “Hope she doesn’t take too long. We’ve got more important things to do.” “Patience, Grasshopper. She’s had this coming for a while. And I mean to make sure she gets it.” There was no sound for a moment except the roar of traffic from below. A jet screamed by overhead. Finally, Lynx asked, “Isn’t that a little extreme? I mean, it’s not like she’s Nightwolf. She’s just a photographer.” “What, youenjoy being a joke on Leno?” The photo in theNew York Daily Journal had been taken immediately after last night’s brawl with Battle Ax. Unfortunately, the brotherly arm Cougar had thrown around Lynx’s shoulders had looked like something entirely different to people who’d been speculating about their sexual preferences for years. Everybody from Jon Stewart to Conan O’Brien had riffed on it. In the shadows of the building’s rooftop elevator, Lynx shifted his weight, boots scraping on the cement roof. Cougar’s animal-acute hearing picked up the sound clearly. “People have been making those jokes since we started out. Like you always say, that’s what happens when you run around in leather. Paparazziwas only doing her job.” “That’s not what you said when Jay said we make a cute couple.” “I was ticked. Look, Cougar, pissing us off isn’t against the law, so we can’t take her to jail. What the hell are we going to do with her once we do catch her?” Cougar smiled slowly. “I’ll think of something.” Years of experience had taught Meg the perfect flying height if she wanted to spot supers in action. Even so, sometimes she circled the city for hours without seeing anything worth shooting. It was the luck ofthe ... What was that? She braked into a hover, attention caught by a human shape standing on a rooftop, silhouetted against the lights. The guy was so broad-shouldered,he just had to be superpowered. Meg shot down for an invisible fly-by. He stood with one leg bent, bracing a boot against the low rooftop wall. Soft brown leather armor emphasized his narrow waist and the contrasting width of powerful shoulders. A leather helmet in the shape of a cat’s head covered his face. The cat’s roaring jaws framed his lower face and the grim line of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html his mouth. She’d always found that mouth perversely sexy. Cougar. Meg’s heart began to pound as her instinct to run like hell battled her need for a closer look.