Crush

Stanley didn't answer Garren's question, but he could tell it wasn't a question. He had made up his mind that he was a Nova. There was no doubt in his mind anymore.

Stanley didn't know what to do next. He protected Fred from the half a dozen guns that were pointed toward them. He was the only one that had any chance of sustaining too much damage here.

"Nova!" Stanley called out to her. "You said you knew what to do next."

"Huh?" Nova got out of whatever stupor she was in and replied. "Yes." She had a plan. Her plan needed her brother to be in a Net and now he was. So she could now work on it.

She stepped forward, and not a single person's gun turned toward her. They didn't care that she was walking toward their young lord. In a way, they were ordered not to care.