“The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive,” Linus read, solemnly, to the empty living room. Nothing else followed.
“Nightshade,” Linus whispered towards the hallway. “That’s your cue.”
Margaret, who had been waiting in her homemade sunflower costume, jumped as far as her legs could take her. “I am Nightshade. Defender of Truth, Master of Inter-, what was it again?”
Linus sighed. “Interrogation.”
“Master of Interrogation.” Margaret froze, hand clawed, waiting to attack.
Linus picked the book back up. “Nightshade had the power to pull the truth out of anyone.”
“Roar,” said Margaret.
“You’re not an animal, you’re a superhero! This isn’t going to work.”
“No!” Margaret beseeched her brother. “I can do it.”
With fists drawn, she approached her brother. “See?” She administered a one-two-punch onto Linus’ eye.
“Ouch Margaret! You’re supposed to attack people with your investigation skills, not fists. Forget it!”
But Linus was already pulling at her costume. “No, I’ll be Nightshade.”
Finish the story begins with: “The team employed the use of Nightshade to get the information they wanted from their captive.”