The Hero hummed. “Interesting limitation. Usually comes with greater power to compensate. Built-in social aspect, too.”

Emily nodded along. He was the expert on the matter.

“Yes, well, good,” Quantum Mothman said. “Now that you know one another’s names, please pay attention to this map.” He flipped the whiteboard over to reveal a detailed map of Eauclaire. There was a route marked through it all in red. “This is your path. The map is on your devices, with a tracker. No getting lost.”

“Should we expect anything on the route?” Hindsight asked.

The older Hero shook his head. “Nothing big. Mostly publicity stunt. Crime rates fairly low at the moment, unlikely to run into crime-in-progress. Perhaps minor Villains or ne’er-do-wells testing out powers, but even that isn’t likely. Just follow the route. Sign autographs if willing. Smile at cameras. This is more to get to know one another.”

Emily kind of wished there would be more crime to tackle. It sounded far easier than trying to talk and socialize.

Quantum Mothman clapped. “Okay. Time for you to go. Doors are that way. Goodbye.”

And just like that, the Hero flounced off, hands buried in his coat and head ducked low as he power walked away.

For a long few moments, all the Heroes—and Emily and Teddy—sat around, the air filling with an air of uncertainty.

Glamazon was the one to break it. “Well, all right,” she said as she jumped to her feet. “Let’s head out, shall we? I kinda know my way around here, so follow me . . . ah, unless you guys want to use the facilities before we head out?” She bent over to pick up the box of phones Quantum Mothman had brought and hugged it before her.

“I don’t need to poop,” Teddy whispered to Emily. It was more of a stage whisper. One that everyone heard.

Emily contemplated just dying as she endured the looks from all the Heroes. “We-we’re good to go,” she said.

“Cool,” Glamazon said. She grinned at them, then gestured to the far end of the room. “Come along!”

“How do you know your way around?” Hindsight asked as he started walking next to Glamazon.

The group formed up in a sort of row. Glamazon and Hindsight at the front, Emily and Teddy in the middle, and Slaymaker right behind them. Cheatah, for her part, lingered at the back, detached from the rest.

“I’m joining up with the good guys,” Glamazon said. “I got the whole tour.”

“The HRF are all right,” Hindsight said. “But their wages are a bit poor for my tastes.”

“It’s not about the money,” Glamazon said.

“The marketing contracts aren’t much better,” he added.

Glamazon huffed, hands clamping onto her hips. “It’s not about that, either. It’s about setting an example and making the world a better place.”