As the replay continued, a few droplets of moisture collected on the lens of the camera. It blinked them away. Each time she raised her head or the wind blew her hair out of her face, the camera took snapshots. The various shots of the woman’s face appeared off to the side, organized into rows and columns by some system I didn’t recognize.

“Crystalclear is in the prison undercover,” Rain said. “Once I confirmed I knew you, he talked to his superiors, and they reached out to us. One subset of the Wardens.”

“They’re letting us know, but we’re not supposed to tell the other teams we’re working with,” Tristan said.

The scene continued, the woman entering a store. The scene skipped ahead to when she was making her exit, now with a bag in hand.

“Why lead a mundane life when you’re that powerful?” Tristan asked.

The camera zoomed in on the bag, shifting through vision modes, each shift suggesting something about the outlines of what was in the bag. Food, it looked like. Regular Earth-Gimel groceries.

When the camera pulled back to get a better view of her, she was staring up at it.

“Good bye,” Kenzie said.

The hand that was holding the groceries twitched, fingers going from a curled position to straight-out. The image shattered—all glitches, artifacts, violent flickering, and the brief audio of a clatter.

“Broken into a million and a half pieces,” Kenzie said. “It hurts to lose it.”

“She knows we’re looking at her?” I asked.

“She doesn’t care,” Ashley said.

“She doesn’t,” Rain said. “Foresight and the Wardens have been keeping tabs on major players. They knew she was interested in the prison—she didn’t make any secrets about it. Her underlings have been ringing in regularly. That interest of hers was reason enough to watch her. She sees them watching and scares them off, just like she disintegrated the camera. She doesn’t change her routine outside of that. She doesn’t use powers, they don’t think, unless it’s in situations like that just now, and at one point she went for a swim.”

“Why is the swim noteworthy?”

“Because she swam three hundred and sixty miles without coming up for air,” Rain said.

“She flew underwater,” Ashley said. “It’s evasive action, ducking out of sight, going where a lot of cameras and some thinker powers can’t.”

The still images gathered together, then the individual variances served to help it form a three-dimensional map. The representation of the head faced the camera, and then began rotating slowly.

Tristan spoke, “We’ve got people keeping an eye out for the zealots that are operating around the prison, Auzure is keeping an eye on the prison medical, Sveta’s guys will track some key guards, now the Major Malfunctions—who did we give them?”