“I suppose you’ve noticed you’re about half naked,” Cruz said.

 “Yeah.” Shade tugged at her jeans. The waist was broken at the back seam, the knees were gone, the cuffs were shredded. About all that was left intact of her T-shirt was the banded neck. “I need to find something stretchable enough to handle the morph but strong enough and tight fitting enough to do distances at speed. Plus, I had to run part of the way with my hand on my head to hold on to the camera, so I need better straps. And probably boots, not sneakers.” Her sneakers were in tatters as well.

“Look on Amazon under ‘superhero clothing,’” Cruz said, the closest she’d come to a joke in days.

“I broke the sound barrier,” Shade said. “It was weird. I found out something about the body, though: the morph, it adjusts automatically. I could feel that I was losing contact with the ground, and then the shape of my body changed. Like a spoiler on a race car. The faster I went, the more down-pressure.”

Villain, Chapter 8