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CHAPTER 9
“OUR WEB SCANNERS flagged another search,” Damian
says.
I can practically hear his teeth grinding. Letting go of Mom, I
stand up straight to defend my friend.
“It wasn’t Cesca this time,” I say. “I’m certain.”
Mom looks back and forth between us like she has no clue what’s
going on. Maybe Damian hasn’t told her anything.
“The scanners also caught a blog post titled Secrets of Serfopoula.”
A muscle just below his left eye starts twitching. “We suppressed
the post, but the entry was . . . imaginative.”
“How?” I ask.
“What’s going on here?” Mom asks.
Damian answers my question. “The author proposes that
Serfopoula is the secret base of operations for an elite force of
superheroes.”
“Well,” I say, relieved, “at least it isn’t accurate.”
“No,” Damian replies, “but it suggests that the origins of the
superheroes date back to ancient mythology.”
“Oh.” That’s a little closer to home. “Well, I know it’s not Cesca,