"Action and love," he said. "Superheroes?"

He envisioned them standing on a building in downtown Winlock, a shiny camera in Orion's hands.

"Action!" he'd say. She'd read from her script, and try out some basic movements to go along with the words. He might tell a stupid joke, she might laugh. He would tell her to step a bit back, as she was too close to the camera. Perhaps she'd take too many steps back, and fall off the building. Midway through her fall, she'd be caught by a floating Orion, and his cover would be blown to bits.

He blanched. 

But what were the odds of that happening, anyway? That situation felt so contrived, so impossible. Things would work out fine.