With a flicker of neon, he was gone. Leo looked at the gloves, then at the silver whistle. He wasn't just a collector anymore; he was a participant.

Leo blew the whistle, but no sound came out. Instead, time seemed to ripple like water. A teenager in a sleek, neon-trimmed suit appeared in a flash of blue light.

The town was saved. Young Action gave Leo a sharp salute. "Not bad for a 'civilian.' Keep the gloves. You never know when Oakhaven will need another dose of action."