Fresco's frantic mind leaped into action as three Garbagemen in their coveralls and ball caps emerged from the darkness. He recognized the leader. Strom grinned at him, that same grin he remembered from the back of the van the night they took him away. His eyes glowed as blue as Daniel's. Fresco felt the power coming from him.

He was right, after all. The Garbagemen were just like them.

"It's over, kid," Strom said, gentle voice and handsome face disarming. "Time to ...