Chapter 17.

Are you ever going to explain yourself?

The Flying Squirrel asked at last, or are you waiting to see if I burst?

The pair of masked heroes had slipped out of the Don Jail just moments ahead of a large delegation of bright young men and crisp blue uniforms.

Their route through the maze of prison corridors was well known to both of them,

though not another sole living could

have told you how they seemed to get in and out as they pleased. A short distance from

the dawn was a derelict garage at the end of the seldom used laneway. The building had

all the appearance of having been abandoned by its owners, like so many other businesses, that

had collapsed under the weight of hard times.

Those who passed the boarded windows and rusted doors every day would have been surprised indeed to learn the garage was, in fact,

the property of a holding company that was, in turn, owned by one of the city's wealthiest men.

What Fenwick Industries wanted with such a property one could only imagine, though few would

have guessed August Fenwick himself to be aware of the building's existence.

At that very moment within the dimly lit garage, a bright red domino mask was removed, and

the mystery man known as the Red Panda assumed his own mask, that of Fenwick himself.

He hurriedly stowed his mask and gauntlets in one of the

many secret compartments in the rear of his limousine as he waited for his partner to change.

The Don Jail was hardly centrally located, and there was a dearth of buildings to swing down from.

There had been a need for a secure location for their car and equipment when they paid a call.

Today being a rare daylight visit, the need for secrecy for their car and equipment when they paid a call. Today being a rare

daylight visit, the need for secrecy had been even greater. It was fair to say that a limousine

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