The Case of the Missing Martian MacGuffin

Previously

…Mia stopped walking, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Zorp. A peacock feather suit. A penchant for theatricality. And a device that causes power fluctuations and potentially influences weather patterns. It all fits, Marcus. It looks like we’ve found our thief.” She held up the iridescent shard. “And I think this little trinket might just be our ticket to finding them.” The hailstorm had ceased as abruptly as it had begun, leaving behind a glistening, rain-washed city, but the storm brewing in the cosmos was just beginning.