The Vipers were cocky. They had laser grids, thermal scanners, and motion detectors. But they had never faced someone whose body heat blended with the cold steel, whose movement was so fluid it looked like spilled oil.
Kaela’s voice returned. "Clean sweep. No casualties. No footage. They're calling you a myth."
But Marcus was born in this darkness. He was the darkness. superhero skin black
And as the first patrol car’s light swept across the bridge, there was no one there. Only the night. Only the black.
The leader, a cybernetic brute named Razor, laughed. "You think black skin makes you invisible, hero? We see you." The Vipers were cocky
Marcus dropped through the sunroof.
"Ebon," crackled the voice in his ear. It was Kaela, his handler. "The Vipers are moving the shipment through the Scythe Bridge. Twenty of them. You’re one man." Kaela’s voice returned
He stepped off the ledge.