by Hydrargentium

Coming in from the storm was like stepping out of a waterfall and into the cavern behind it. The noise was still there, even amplified by the tin roof and wide open space of the mess hall she found herself in, but the physical presence, the sheer weight of the falling water was instantly abated. Even though she hadn’t been, she felt like she’d been holding her breath.

She turned to her host, who had flung off his poncho as soon as he entered, dropping it on a bench by the door. Similarly, Mu had flung the water off her flight suit, a barely conscious thought pushing it back out the doorway as she crossed the threshold.

The big guy stuck out his hand, clearly trying to see through the tint in her helmet to view the face hidden behind as he greeted her.

“My name’s Dave Miziewzki. I’m the camp director. Everyone calls me Big Dave.”

Her faceplate slid up into her helmet as she shook his hand.

“I am called Mu. Can I get you to not move for a few moments?”

“Wha? Uh, sure.” Big Dave looked around, then at his rubber boots, but kept his feet planted.

“Thank you,” she said to him, then seemed to be talking to the air. “The area is clear. Call-out, do you have enough visual?”

She paused for a moment listening.

“Right. C’mon over.”

If Big Dave thought this a bit odd, he quickly forgot about it when a second hero, tall and lean and wearing black spandex, suddenly appeared in the open space in front of him.

“Hoo! Wow, that’s… that’s a neat trick.”

Call-out turned around at the sound of Big Dave’s voice. He opened his mouth to introduce himself, but before he could, the camp director interrupted him.

“Can you guys stay for the talent show tonight? The kids’ll love you!”