“Actually,” said Genissa, smugly settling her hands on her hips, “when we first joined the Renegades, this risk didn’t exist. Criminals, fine. Villains, no problem. But Agent N exists because you created it. How could we possibly have chosen that?” “Besides,” said Trevor Dunn, whose flesh had once fluctuated between compounds of stone but now was covered in patches of pink, flaking skin, “I never signed a contract, signing away my life and powers in service of the Renegades. How about you all? You sign anything?” He gestured around the room, and was met with a lot of uncomfortable frowns. “Of
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