The Approaching Doppelganger

The matter of Amazing Amy's ruthless Doppelganger was more or less settled.

All the arrangements that needed to be made had been made.

The rest would be left to time.

If this Jennifer Peterson was not ruthless enough, they could simply replace her with someone more ruthless.

After all, at the very center of this multiverse, ruthless people were the one thing in no short supply.

And with Adam and the others remaining behind the scenes and giving things a push when convenient, there was practically no risk of exposure.

As long as they did not imitate those villains who, convinced that they held every advantage and victory was assured, insisted on appearing in person and blah blah blah-ing every last detail of their plans to their opponents, giving them a chance to turn the tables.

Open attacks were easy to dodge; hidden arrows were hard to guard against.

Mara Grayson might evade it once, but she could not evade it every time.

And Adam and the others could try as many times as they liked.

Juno and Karen returned to Boston.

Adam, meanwhile, received a call from Ted.

Night fell.

Friends Bar.

"Ah-oh, ah-oh, ah-oh..."

Marshall moved his body inch by inch like a zombie, trying to lift his beer glass as he groaned in pain. "Damn it! I'm never going again!"

"Come on, this is only the beginning. Don't give up. Working out is good for all of us."

Ted encouraged him from beside him. "I called Adam. Have him take a look at you when he gets here. Fitness trainers are professionals—they won't work you into the ground."

"Easy for you to say. You weren't the one who nearly got killed~"

Marshall was aching all over and could only have Lily feed him beer. He cried out