Steeled Spies #3: The Cracked Mirror
What Lies Beneath the Façade of the Reformation's Compound?
The ghost town made of the Reformation’s block was complete. Gone was the searing graffiti, the ground-based cars, the champions of the cause. Had it been earlier in the night, the shock might have dropped her on the spot, but all Lucille Devenreux could muster up was a determined look to her remaining allies, determined to get answers.
“Must be a helluva psyop then,” Agent Steele mused.
Lita was stunned. “You guys had the joint caked last I checked.”
“This is Ace’s work,” Devenreux huffed, “but I don’t know how the hell she cleaned it all out!”
“I do.” The hippie-punk replied.
