Rachel had been away from the mansion on a photo assignment for the Bugel, but she'd responded to the call all the same, web-slinging over the city just as fast as she could.
And well, flying energy casters shooting at her friends, why, you didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out who the bad guys were here.
She landed on one of the gate columns and threw up both hands, unleashing a volley of psionic webbing. "Nuh-uh-uh," she said. "Play nice now!"
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