Page 102 of Secret Spark

Sadie shook her head. That voice. So familiar.

It was Joan.

Shock surged through her.Joan.

Joan stalked toward Trick, but Volt and Hide stepped between them. “If you touched one hair on her head…”

“She’s fine,” Trick said. “Glad this got your attention.”

Another figure shooting icy snow flew onto the roof.Ice.He gestured at Sadie and said, “You okay, hon?”

Wait, that was Mark. Sadie nodded, squeaking unintelligible words through the duct tape.

“You’re a real piece of guano, Melvin.”

“It’s Trick,” Volt said.

Joan looked strong and confident and a little intimidating in her Spark outfit. She stared down Trick, who apparently was…Uncle Mel?

A third figure shot onto the roof in solid gray.Breeze.

“Really, dude?” Mark said.

Breeze shrugged. “It was a good nap.”

“Did you get our texts?”

“Yep.”

Trick rubbed his gloved hands together. “Now that we’re all here, we can start taking over the city.”

“How are we going to do that, Melvin?” Breeze said.

“It’sTrick, damn it. And I’m open to your suggestions. To go along with my ideas.”

“Riiiight,” Mark drawled.

“We have tons of ideas,” Joan said. She planted her hands on her hips. “In fact, we brought some friends to help with them.”

Movement came from everywhere. Flight sailed through the air, and Lunk charged ahead, and Catch…ran toward Joan? Everything was a bit muddled.

Blurry action surrounded the guards near Sadie. They crumpled into a pile. Race stopped running and swiftly disarmed the rifles.

Joan shot fire into Catch’s hands. They turned in tandem to thrust fireballs at Volt. Volt retaliated with bolts of electricity.

Lunk knocked out the rest of the guards in quick order. Hide disappeared, but Mark shot snow all around until Hide’s silhouette appeared. Flight swooped down and grabbed him.

Breeze blew strong wind at Volt, sending her electric bolts high in the sky. The fireballs pushed her over.

Trick-Melvin sprinted toward Sadie. She screamed as loud as she could through the tape. Joan turned and flung her hand in their direction. A roaring flame shot up in front of Trick.

“I’ve got this,” Catch said. “Go.”

Joan stomped over, fiery hands at her sides. Her eyes burned red and orange and hot. Her whole body glowed with ire.

“Get up!” Trick yelled at the unarmed men lying on the roof. “Defend me at all costs!”

They stood like creepy zombies. Race zigzagged around them, hog-tying them with heavy neon rope. The guards wiggled and wobbled like crabs.