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[COLOR=fdd560][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]M A R V ’ S   P I Z Z A[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]Now  |  Midtown, Manhattan, New York City[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]
[indent]The restaurant shook, and Wally dropped Barbara’s slice of pizza. 

[b][color=#fdd560]“Oh man, I was so [i]close – ” [/i][/color][/b]His ears rang faintly as he looked down, for a split second, at the ruined slice, before what happened [i]clicked [/i]in his ever-speedy mind. An explosion. He took inventory of the room, checking that everyone was okay – a waitress had dropped some glasses, shattering them all over the floor, and what kids were there wailed something awful, but no one seemed hurt. [i]Okay, Wally. You know the drill. What now?[/i]

He glanced back at his table.

[b][color=#fdd560]“You guys okay?”[/color][/b] he asked, reaching into his pocket and taking out a golden ring. [b][color=#fdd560]“I’m gonna [i]– [/i]we should [i]– [/i]I’m gonna go check this out.”[/color][/b] 

He stood up, placing the ring on his middle finger as he made for the door. [b][i][color=#fdd560]“Back in a Fl– ”[/color][/i][/b]

But he was out of there before he could finish, his costume enveloping him, and with lightning trailing behind him, he ran towards whichever danger lay ahead.[/indent]