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The crash was a distant thunderclap that made the windows shudder. One moment I was laughing on the couch, elbow-deep in a bag of chips while Alex mocked my taste in alien-themed snacks; the next, I was watching a trail of fire carve its way across the National City skyline. I didn’t give Alex time to argue. In a blink, the soft cotton of my sweater was replaced by the familiar embrace of my suit. Then I was nothing but wind and purpose, cutting through the air toward the pillar of smoke. The crater was still steaming, the earth raw and angry. And there, nestled in the broken ground, was a pod—sleek, silent, utterly alien. It wasn’t from Krypton. The design was all sharp angles and dark metal. With a breath, I wrapped my fingers around the seam and pulled. The hatch gave way with a…