âBill, bill, sales papers, scam, letter from David K--â Robin did a double-take from where she had been going over the dayâs mail that had been delivered moments before to the small house she shared with her sister in all but blood, Courtney.
Looking at the return address a second, then a third time, she ran back into the house, calling for Courtney to come downstairs as she ripped the envelope open, careful not to destroy the return address label--she wanted to keep that safe.
As she found her sister, Robin was already reading the letter, eyes wide. âItâs from David and Michael,â she said, voice coming out in an exhausted rush from her sudden exertion coupled with her shock.
Robin and Courtney had met, years ago, as Dragonryder and Mnemonic, superheroes working under the direction of Tech Support, a rag-tag collection of individuals who were centered around Feedback, aka Matthew Atherton, a man whom both girls adored. In addition to a sister in one another, they also found two brothers, David and Michael--or Jitter and Tribunal, as they had been called.
Tech Support had fizzled--some of the heroes were still active in various locations around the world, including Dragonryder herself, but most of the support staff had moved on. Robin had lost touch with everyone from that life, not entirely on accident, and had only just recently reunited with Courtney and rekindled that friendship.
Robin read the letter again, then a third time, before handing it to Courtney and shaking her head in amused disbelief.
âSix years,â she managed to say, after a moment. âI havenât talked to him in six years, and the first contact we have is him making fun of me for being a scardey-cat.â
The letter had been more complex than that, in fairness. It explained that, many years after the incident at Halloween Horror Nights that had caused the event to be shut down since, some new exec at the company was trying to bring it back. Limited run, much smaller and more exclusive than before, and so on. And since Jitter (a haunted house aficionado, who had been on had in his civillain attire as a customer already) was a large part of the reason that things werenât much, much worse when things had gone south, apparently someone had thought to send him a pair of tickets for Preview Night at HHN: Redux. Unfortunately, the letter explained, he and Michael already had plans they couldnât get out of that night, and when heâd stopped to think about who he should pass the tickets along to, the mental image of Robin and Courtney shrieking after David inevitably topped whatever prank the girls had thought of tenfold had popped into his head and he had decided to send the tickets to them.
Robin didnât question how heâd found their address--he knew their full real names and was married to one of the best lawyers in the country. It wasnât a stretch.
Once Courtney looked up from her own examination of the letter, Robin gave her a lopsided grin. âI guess weâre going to Orlando?â
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