Powers Novel - Austin

She didn’t blink. “I’m Zara. MI7 sent me to babysit you. Dr. Evil has a new plan, and you’ve been asleep for sixty-three years.”

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The lid lifted. Cold smoke poured out like dry ice at a disco funeral. She didn’t blink

He patted his chest. Still hairy. Good.

“Wrong again, love,” Austin said, finding a purple velvet suit hanging on a hook. “It’s going to be the grooviest .” The lid lifted

Austin paused. Then his smile somehow grew wider.

A drop of condensation rolled down the glass. Then another. Then a janitor named Kevin, vaping a blueberry-flavored cloud of poor decisions, tripped over a cable and accidentally hit the “Manual Thaw” button with his elbow.