No One But U.

Urquhart shrugged again and stepped between them toward the little elevator. "Gotta run just now I'm afraid. I want to find Tate so I can show him my hero's outfit." He stepped back and took a model's turn. "Like it?"

Somehow nobody could think of anything to say to this. Urquhart hopped aboard the elevator as the doors began to slide shut. The car rose invisibly and they heard his voice carry down to them. "Trick or treat."

For close on a minute the four of them just stood there staring at the false panel that hid the President's elevator. There was a single thought in all their minds, though, and it was Harley who finally put it on the record.

"He was wearing his street clothes," Harley observed.