Wayne
nervously brushed the pink fringe out of his eyes. He really needed a haircut.
But he also really needed to focus on what he was doing here. He looked at all
the people staring back at him, regretting his hasty acceptance of his new
position as the volunteer leader. He did have the most experience, he
supposed—most of the people in the room were first-time volunteers—but always
with the heavy lifting. He barely had any idea what he was doing as a leader or
organizer.
“So,
uh, thank you for getting here on time,” he said awkwardly, “I’m Wayne Ko and
I’m—“
“Mighty
Mite,” said a voice from the doorway.
“Huh?”
said Wayne in surprise, turning to the door. He saw a tall, muscular woman with
a smooth sheet of blonde hair that fell almost to her waist. She was dressed in
a ridiculous red, white, and blue jumpsuit with white gloves, leather boots
with a short heel, and a sturdy helmet with blue and red stars.
Or at
least, that’s who everybody else saw. Wayne himself mostly saw the heel of her
boot as she entered the room with a flying kick to his jaw.
