In the middle of the road was a very plain Onda Ivic the size of a small house. Its wheels straddled both sides of the road, wider than two people side by side, and the top of the car was nearly ten feet up.

“What the?” Glamazon said.

“Size manipulation,” Cheatah said with certainty. She and Slaymaker were the only ones not obviously panting.

Hindsight pointed to one of the stores ahead of the oversize car. “Jewelry store.”

Emily looked at the shop, a small place tucked in between two other stores, both high-end clothing shops. At first she couldn’t see anything wrong with it, then she noticed the small rack of bars carefully set aside next to a glass pane on the sidewalk leaning against the building.

The shopfront’s windows were missing.

“Crap,” Glamazon said. “I need to call this in!” She started to fumble with her phone.

“Let’s move in,” Hindsight said.

“They could have hostages!” Glamazon hissed after him.

“One guy, and he doesn’t,” Hindsight said.

“How do you know?” Glamazon asked.

Hindsight paused and stared at the taller woman. Even with his face entirely covered by bandages and his goggles, Emily could tell that he was looking incredulous. “Because I can see the future?”

“Oh . . . right. I’m still calling this in.” She turned to the side, pressing her phone to her ear.

The others, Emily included, didn’t seem to know what to do.

“Okay,” Hindsight said. “We should split this up. I’m not a heavy hitter. I think . . . The Boss, you’re like me, right? You can teleport people?”

“Y-yes,” Emily said. “Just T— Ursa Minor.”

“Then we send in Ursa and Cheatah. They’re both fast and can hit hard. Slaymaker, you take the middle.” Hindsight flicked his hand, and a baton cracked out from his sleeve and deployed to its full length. “Let’s go!”

There was no time to argue, or contest, or do anything.

Teddy laughed a very disturbed and excited laugh and charged ahead, arms out by her sides in a T and her little legs pumping as she took off across the street. Cheatah just sighed and shot off after Teddy. The woman was fast. Not impossibly fast, like some speedsters, but she moved like she could have been in the Olympics, overtaking Teddy in a second and making it across to the shop before anyone else.

Just as Cheatah was getting close, a bunch of spinning bits of glass flew out of the shop, then popped into six-foot-long shards that the speedster only narrowly dodged before they shattered.

A ladder sprang out of the front of the building, someone hanging on to its end before the whole thing shrunk down.

The Villain, if they were an actual Villain, rolled as they hit the road, then bounced to their feet.

Emily had all of a second to take in their costume.

It wasn’t that impressive.