so-named because she could travel through darkness and even control it, two powers that had always given me a lot of trouble whenever I tangled with her. She smiled and waved at me when she saw me, though it looked like a mocking smile to me.
“Cadmus?” said Mecha Knight, turning to face Cadmus and Shade. Though Mecha Knight's tone didn't change, I noticed him reach for the sword at his side, like he expected a fight. “What are you doing here? I do not remember you being invited to Hero Island.”
Cadmus didn't even smile. He just said, “Shade and I arrived a few minutes ago in response to Robert Candle's attack on John Smith High School yesterday. We heard that Bolt was seriously wounded in the attack and was taken here to recuperate.” He glanced at me. “I can see that that report was accurate.”
“Why are you here?” said Mecha Knight. “You know that the G-Men are not allowed on Hero Island without permission.”
“Oh, but we already received permission from Omega Man and the rest of the Leadership Council,” said Cadmus. “You can ask them, if you'd like. They were very cooperative.”
“Why would they give you permission without consulting me first?” said Mecha Knight. “I am also a member of the Leadership Council, after all. My opinion matters as much as theirs.”
“Because I made it clear that it was rather urgent that Shade and I come here to speak with Bolt,” said Cadmus. “We have already investigated John Smith High School, as well as interviewing witnesses such as Malcolm Rayner about the attack. We now wish to speak with Bolt, who we understand fought Robert Candle.”
“Why do you want to speak with my son?” said Dad. The heat in Dad's voice took me by surprise. He almost looked like he was going to jump up from his chair and fight Cadmus if he got any closer.
Cadmus looked at Dad in surprise. “Ted? I didn't know you were here. But it makes sense, because Bolt is your son, after all.” Then he nodded at Mom. “And, of course, Ashley is here as well.”
“Don't act like we're friends,” said Dad. “Answer the question. Why do you want to speak with Kevin?”
“Because the G-Men are also after Robert Candle,” said Cadmus, “though perhaps not for the same reasons as you. Because Bolt fought Robert, we wish to speak with Bolt and find out what he knows about him.”
“Everyone wants Robert now,” said Dad, folding his arms across his chest. “After that attack on the high school, the NHA and the INJ are also looking for him. You guys aren't that special.”
“But we've been looking for Candle for much longer than you,” said Cadmus. “Not that we actually knew it was him, of course, until just yesterday, but he matches the description of a particular super criminal we've been tracking for a few weeks now.”
“Who would that be?” said Dad.
“He doesn't have a name, but we've nicknamed him the Thief,” said Cadmus. “We call him that because he steals other neoheroes' powers and adds them to his own.”
Cadmus suddenly looked at me directly in the eyes. “Just like what happened to you, correct?”
I gaped. “How did you know? No one outside of this room even knows that I lost my powers.”
“It's a logical conclusion, given what we’ve learned from our investigation,” said Cadmus. “Every superhuman who has ever come into contact with the Thief has lost his or her powers. But you got lucky; most of his victims tend to end up as beaten chunks of meat.”
I gulped, while Mecha Knight said, “Where did this 'Thief' that you speak of come from and how long have you been tracking him? If you let us know, I can tell the rest of the Council and perhaps have the NHA help you track him down before he can harm anyone else.”
Cadmus looked hesitant about revealing important information to us, but then he nodded and said, “Very well. Shade, close the door. I don't want anyone overhearing this who shouldn’t hear it.”
“Yes, sir,” said