After several hours at the lakeside villa, the sunlight finally brought some warmth as it shone on Soldier Boy's face.
He took the magazine off his face, stretched, and sat up in his lounge chair.
"John, let's head back to Vought."
Homelander answered and sat up in his chair as well.
Before leaving, he glanced at the lake with some reluctance.
If he could, he really wanted to stay here forever. This lakeshore, into which he had poured so much effort and which held so many wonderful memories, was simply too relaxing. Even the breeze here felt leisurely.
The Seven's Private Conference Room.
The clock on the wall ticked away, its hands landing precisely on ten.
The superheroes of the Seven sat around the round table, looking at one another with varying expressions.
Stormfront broke the silence first. "Hey, does anyone know what's going on? Why the sudden meeting?"
Her tone was rather casual as she swept a sidelong glance over Black Noir and A-Train, deliberately showing a hint of disgust.
Starlight shrugged. "Don't we have sudden meetings all the time?"
She gave Stormfront a puzzled look.
Stormfront laughed it off evasively, then picked up her glass and took a sip.
"It's probably something big. Ashley sounded really urgent." A-Train slouched in his chair and took the initiative to talk to Stormfront, reasoning that they worked under the same roof and were bound to keep running into each other.
Stormfront rolled her eyes and ignored him.
A-Train happened to turn away and missed the eye roll. He suddenly remembered that he had a promotional video collaboration that afternoon, which he would be filming with Stormfront.
He rubbed his face and adopted a deferential tone. "Stormfront, have you read the promotional copy for this afternoon's video?"
"Can't be bothered. Just