Homelander turns back to the screen. Supersonic’s face, digitally grafted onto a mannequin, stares back with dead eyes.
“I’m in,” he says. “But we do this my way. No unnecessary deaths.”
“They’re going to destroy him,” she whispers. “He joined the Seven to help me. To be a mole. And now they’re going to…”
Chloe opens her mouth. Closes it. Smart girl.