Steeled Spies #3: The Cracked Mirror
What Lies Beneath the Façade of the Reformation's Compound?
The Charger had rolled right into a ghost town, the Reformation’s block complete in its transformation. Gone was the searing graffiti, the land-based cars, the champions of the cause. Had it been earlier in the night, the shock might have lead her to collapse on the spot, but all Lucille Devenreux could muster up was a determined look to her remaining allies in the car.
“Must’ve been a helluva psyop,” Agent Steele mused.
Lita was stunned. “You guys had the joint caked last I checked.”
“That’s Ace for you,” Devenreux huffed, “but I just don’t know how the hell she could clean the whole thing out.”
“I do.” the punk replied.