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I stretched my arms over my head and did a mental inventory of my body. I felt a little sore in places, but that was it. With my superstrength, it took a lot to hurt me.

“Oh, I’m fine. It’s nothing a little liquor won’t cure. I need a drink. Fighting ubervillains is thirsty work.”

I strolled over to the bar, which had somehow survived the fires and explosions and lightning bolts, and grabbed a bottle of champagne. I yanked the cork out, took a long swig of the warm, bubbly liquid, and raised the bottle to the others. “Cheers.”

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“Are you sure we don’t need to stay here? ” Carmen asked.

I rolled my eyes. “If you ask me that again, I’m going to burn your tongue.”

The five of us, plus Lulu, were down in the secret library underneath Sublime. Superhero Central, Carmen called it. To me, it was our War Room, despite the books and magazines and encyclopedias clustered on the floor-to-ceiling shelves. After calming down the frantic wedding guests and escorting them off the grounds, the Fearless Five had gone into full-fledged superhero mode. We’d spent the last couple hours in the library trying to track down Siren and Intelligal. With no luck.

“Intelligal must have some sort of cloaking device on that chair,” Henry muttered.

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white glow connected his fingers to the keyboard. The monitor reflected numbers and letters onto his round glasses, making them gleam. The symbols flashed by too fast for me to follow, but Henry had no trouble deciphering them with his photographic memory.

“There’s no trace of them. Not even a heat signature on the radar.”

“I’m sure you’ll find her, babe,” Lulu said, pounding away on her own computer nearby. “You always do.”

“Maybe we should stay here,” Carmen repeated.

“And abandon your honeymoon plans?” Chief Newman said. “There’s no need for that.”

Carmen paced around the room. She picked up one of her Rubik’s Cubes and turned it round and round in her hands as she slid the plastic rows of colors back and forth. “I feel like Siren and Intelligal are up to something. Something big.”

“Aren’t they always? It’s sort of what ubervillains do.” I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the round table that dominated the middle of the room. My black stilettos rested on top of the giant F5 insignia carved into the heavy wood.

Carmen shook her head. “This feels bigger than that. Like world-domination big.”

“Chief?” I asked my father.

He laced his fingers together. “I think Carmen’s right. They’re definitely up to something. They took a big risk crashing the wedding, and I’ve got the headache to prove it.”

“See? We should stay. Besides, those bitches ruined my wedding. They should pay.”