Harvey, on the other hand, had brought precisely what he'd brought to the other shade-hunting expeditions: himself and a now well-used baseball bat. He had to admit, there was something rather satisfying about hitting home runs with a doppelganger's head. Besides, the belly of the Satellite was no place to go in shootin'.

He showed up to Deck 12 a few minutes after Liz, casting the kid a slightly concerned glance. "You alright?" He knew Iron knew her limits, and he wouldn't try to talk her out of this; she had a score to settle. Didn't mean he wasn't worried.