by Craig Lincoln
Darnell stopped throwing bags into the back of the garbage truck for a moment to look up at the two streaks chasing each other across the sky above the city: one red, one blue. He rubbed his callused hands against each other, working the dirt and dust further into the lines of his palms. "Hey, Leena," he said.
Leena climbed down from the garbage truck's cab and walked over. She wiped sweat from her forehead, smearing it with grit. "What's up?"
"The blue one's the one who's protecting us, right?"
She shook her head. "Not now. He was. But he just found out his dad is the emperor of some nonsense called the Gamma Zone, and now he wants to impress him by capturing a planet."
Above, the red streak caught up to the blue one, and smashed into it, sending the blue plummeting into the streets. A distant cloud of smoke rose from the impact.
"But the red one was here a month ago trying to destroy the city."
"Yeah," Leena laughed. "But she was under the control of some mind collar. She didn't know what she was doing."
"So now she's helping?"
"She's fighting the blue one, isn't she?"