That had been hours ago, and now Nova was back, because … where else could she go? As far as anyone here knew, she was still Nova McLain, alias Insomnia, a Renegade through and through. Anarchists and prodigies like them would go on being hated, villainized, and oppressed for all eternity. Though she knew nothing was ever easy, Ace’s arrest had almost been enough to make Nova throw her hands in the air and succumb to the inevitable. That reputation was solidified with his capture of Ace Anarchy.

The only people who appreciated the Sentinel’s efforts were Adrian, who seemed to have a rebellious appreciation for the guy, and the public, who saw him as a true hero, one who believed in justice and answered to nobody but himself. Meanwhile, his determination to hunt down Nightmare and his capture of Ace Anarchy hadn’t made him any friends among the villain set, either. Perhaps the only thing Nova liked about the vigilante was his uncanny ability to get on the Council’s nerves. Vigilantism didn’t fit with the Renegade code, and despite his attempts to seize criminals and aid the Renegades, his stunts had often made the organization seem incompetent and ineffective. He was always around at the most inconvenient times, striking his ridiculous comic-book poses and spouting absurd catchphrases like I’m not your enemy and You can trust me.Įxcept, no one fully trusted the Sentinel, as far as she could tell. She had what she needed to give Ace his power back, and together they would watch this organization crumble.īut things never went according to plan, and she hadn’t known that while she was fighting for her life in this very lobby, a masked vigilante known as the Sentinel had discovered and arrested Ace Anarchy-the leader of the Anarchists and the uncle who had raised her. After months of working as a spy in the Renegades’ midst, she had successfully stolen Ace Anarchy’s helmet. Nova had believed she would never come back here again. It wasn’t only surreal that she was returning to the wreckage in the first place, it was that she was doing so willingly. Nova was pretty sure her worst nightmare was walking back into Renegade Headquarters, wearing her Renegade-issued patrol uniform, less than twenty-four hours after her alter ego had infiltrated the building, stolen the most dangerous weapon of all time, stripped three Renegades of their powers using her stolen batch of the substance known as Agent N, started a fight that destroyed most of the building’s lobby, and witnessed Max Everhart nearly bleed to death amid the shattered glass of his demolished quarantine.

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