So . . . Ursa Minor merch when?

3 Replies:

> User/BookishWyrm

> 12 points Yesterday

> My soul for an Ursa plushie!

> User/ShaggyMelsa

> 7 points Yesterday

> She does seem very marketable. Plus she’s a kid, how hard would it be to just get her to sign off on a contract to sell.

> User/GreatOm

> 5 points Yesterday

> They’d need to join a corp team, then get an official costume, then have it be signed off on, and then . . . so yeah, give it like a month.

Emily lowered her head into her hands. There was just so much out there about them. Pictures and videos. She didn’t doubt for a moment that some people were trying to un-Mask them already.

Her only saving grace was that they hadn’t been too close to anyone and that the lighting was pretty poor. Most of the pictures were amateurish and poorly made, so maybe there wouldn’t be enough to identify them.

That, and they’d been caught doing something Heroic, which was . . . okay?

Her phone buzzed.

With a sinking heart, Emily pulled the phone out of her purse and checked the number. Melanie’s number was displayed right there for her to see, along with a message.

Mel: You free?

Emily took a deep breath and unlocked her phone to reply.

E-Wright: I am.

Mel: Good. Got some info, but I’m being grilled for yesterday. Sent it to HS to send to you. Check your mail.

E-Wright: Okay. Thank you.

Emily slid her phone to the side and opened her email client. It didn’t take much to find Handshake’s email. It was the only one she’d received all week that wasn’t an ad for something or a likely scam.

The contents were surprisingly sparse though, just two addresses. Addresses Homie could often be found at. Tacked at the end was a rather unwelcome “good luck” from the informant.

Leaning back into her seat, Emily wondered just how wrong everything would go if she headed out there on her own (with Teddy, of course) and tried to tackle a Villain solo.

She didn’t like her odds.

And how would Homie react to losing someone with powers who worked for him?

She bit her lip and fell back onto a breathing exercise to keep her heart rate down. If she couldn’t take on the situation in one go, then she had to break it down.

First, she had to find out where Homie was. Then she had to corner him, preferably with an annoyed Teddy. Then . . . steal the drive back.

She’d need to be so stupidly lucky for all that to work out.

Something clicked in the back of Emily’s mind and she spun around in her seat. “Teddy!”

“Mmm?” Teddy mumbled.

“Teddy . . . where did you say you last saw Alea Iacta?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Harald