"Rick Dicker just called in," Helen says with concern. The laundry basket is forgotten somewhere in the hall leading to the master bedroom. On the other end, Dash peeks from a corner with wide eyes, sensing the familiar urgency from his mother. Violet, slumped on the couch with a magazine, slides back one side of her headphones to also listen in. She presses the remote across her and lowers the television's volume, much to Jack-Jack's dismay.
"What'd he say?" Bob sits up. The mention of their old partner's name diminishes the day's civilian boredom.
"There's been a security breach at the New Urbem Prison. A big one." Helen shuffles through their closet and yanks out their suits, tossing Bob's onto the foot of the bed. "It's all hands on deck with this one. Backup systems have been hacked; gates are malfunctioning; the entire block has no power."
"Hacked?" Bob is already on the move, putting on his suit with quick familiarity. "You don't think...?"
"Oh, I don't think-- I 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 Evelyn is behind this."