They were the strangest of the three. A person in a suit and tie, one that was different at every appearance they made, the only common thread being how bright it was, and the wild patterns of the cloth. They had something of a business-man-clown look going on.

They—Emily didn’t know if they were male or female, Spin to Win seeming to change from picture to picture and event to event—had a large, hovering wheel behind them with an arrow in its center. The wheel was always divided into sections, each one labeled differently. Things like “fire” and “gravity” were written on the pie slices.

The consensus, from what Emily saw, was that they could “spin” for a new power, but they didn’t have a choice on what they landed on.

“That’s a terrible power,” Emily muttered. Of the three, Spin to Win wasn’t the most public, but they didn’t exactly hide from the camera either. They had a lot of Villainous takedowns to their name and had participated in at least two Endgames.

“Sis!”

Emily turned to see two Trinitys stumble out of the bathroom. The one in her new costume stepped up and placed her hands on her hips with a big, proud smile.

The costume suited them. A green scarf over a black-and-white shirt, a green domino mask over her eyes, and a big bag with a dollar sign hanging by her hip. The shirt matched Trinity’s tail, which was fluffed out behind her in plain sight.

“You need a beret,” Emily said. “But other than that, you look great.”

“All right!” Trinity cheered. “Now I need to get changed again, yeah?”

“That’s right, and hurry it up. We’ll be heading out as soon as you’re done.” Emily turned back to her laptop—after glancing to make sure her other sisters were behaving. Teddy was catching a nap and Athena was leafing through one of Emily’s course books. Her next search was the address Cement had given her.

Plugging a nearby address into a map site let her find the right street. Eauclaire being as small as it was meant that the place wasn’t too far away. A quick walk past the more commercial area and into part of the city filled with housing developments from the seventies. The kind of place with cookie-cutter homes in cul-de-sacs, like where Emily had grown up.

“I’m done!” Trinity said from the bed as another Trinity opened the bathroom door and stumbled out.

“Okay,” Emily said. She shut down her laptop and stood up. “Teddy, wake up, sweetie. Athena, are you ready to go? Good! Trinity, don’t wander around too much, all right?”

Emily led her troop of sisters out of her room again, and into the elevator where they boarded with a single boy who, when faced with five girls staring at him, seemed about as uncertain as Emily usually felt.