Reunion of the Titans
They arrived together, monstrous ships blotting out the sun as they landed. Trash dervished in the still air.
Security forces poured out, forming concentric perimeters around the Meeting Location, scanning for threats in three dimensions.
The two Titans descended, walking towards each other like a Wild West re-enactment. Either of their outfits could have bought a whole block of the dilapidated neighborhood.
The Titans met, smiled, then embraced.
They sat at the graffiti-tagged bench, and now they were just Cassie and Maddie, like old times.
Cassie laid down the board and dumped the pieces out.
“White or black?” she asked.