Blueberry

Karen Starr sat on her couch, looking at the small box that had arrived sometime last night. It didn’t have any name, just a label that said, “To Power Girl and Terra” Karen brushed some of her blond hair out of her eyes and sat back. It could be some kind of explosive, but she was invincible to most things, thanks to her powers. Terra could still be hurt by a bomb going off, so maybe it would be best to open it now. She grinned at this line of thought and tore open the wrapping, opening the box. She braced herself for an explosion, but nothing happened.

A cheap motel, sitting where the cornfields meet the suburbs, is nearly vacant on this damp evening. Two cars sit in the dark lot, water beading on them. The rain has stopped now but its remnants fill the trenches and drains, soak the ground and splash under the tires of cars that whir past. One car slows and turns into the parking lot; emptying a pot hole with a splash. It comes to a stop beside one of the other cars; its lights go off and engine silences. After a few moments the door clicks and opens. A man steps out wearing a suit, loosely covered by a long overcoat.