The numbers that mattered reflected Doomsday's physical capabilities.
Even on paper, the sheer power of Doomsday's body was clear.
His jumping ability stood out most. That was where Ryan's earlier estimate had been wrong.
He had thought Doomsday could jump only twenty-odd stories. In fact, even Homelander could reach that height.
Doomsday could jump far higher.
After studying the plans, Ryan frowned. "He's much stronger than I estimated."
"My measurements?" Stormfront pretended not to understand.
"I'm talking about Doomsday's abilities."
Ryan was too literal-minded to joke around with Stormfront.
As they weighed their options, Stormfront said they could surrender if all else failed.
Ryan sent her out. As if Doomsday would accept a surrender.
If they raised a white flag, that monster might snap it in half, along with whoever held it.
The room fell quiet. Ryan locked the door and sat down on the sofa.
The fight with Doomsday and everything that had followed had left him exhausted.
He leaned back for a long while.
His consciousness slipped into darkness.
On the wall, the minute hand chased the hour hand, overlapping it before pulling away.
Time passed.
Ryan woke on the sofa at some point. He rubbed his brow and looked out the window.
Night had turned the view black, and even the moonlight was faint.
Ryan raised his head. His gaze pierced the building's brickwork and went straight to the sky. Only the Portals hung there, alone.
Doomsday, who should have been trapped between them, was gone.
"Damn." The sight jolted Ryan fully awake. He hurried to wash up and eat dinner.
Afterward, he stepped outside, slipped the Sling Ring onto his finger, and drew a circle. A Portal appeared before him.
Ryan lifted his foot and stepped through.
The other side opened into Edgar's office at