“I gave them the response team leader,” I said. “If things get bad and the anklets don’t work, his people are the ones who suit up and go in. If the anklets do work, he’s one of two people who sign off on pulling the trigger.”

“Good to have eyes on him, then. We’ll get more teams in on this later this afternoon.”

“She’s weaponizing the second chance,” Ashley said.

“Weaponizing?” Rain asked.

“Walking among us. Disappearing into the crowd. She’s gathering people, and she’s being subtle about it. She’s too important to go completely unnoticed, but she’s doing something here. She does have minions, she’s just telling them to stay away.”

“Because keeping her allies close would draw too much attention. This way, it’s ambiguous. It’s really hard to take issue with someone who’s living in an apartment and buying groceries,” I voiced my thoughts aloud.

“We’re just glossing over the fact she took over a planet,” Tristan said.

Images popped up. They were odd angles, some forced. Surveillance camera footage of the street. Someone’s photograph that they had put online, which had her in the background.

“This is all I’m able to find right now,” Kenzie said.

“We have thinkers we can turn to the task,” Tristan said. “Contacts. Foresight is offering to help.”

The screen was practically on fire with the lines that showed connections, ten or more flickering through every second, brute-forcing their way through possible renditions.

More images popped up. Someone’s dash-mounted camera caught her on the street.

“Let’s make sure we have some resources,” I said. “We have the greenlist. It might be worth seeing if anyone could help us if she goes rogue or if she tries to collect people by force.”

“Power nullifiers?” Tristan asked. “Thinkers? Masters?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me do that, then.”

Chris let himself in. His eyes immediately went to the wall.

“Kenzie,” Ashley said. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Yup.”

“The moment she destroyed the camera. Can you go back to that?”

“I can go back to that place in things, yeah.”

The image on the wall shifted. Back to the scene where the Lady in Blue had her groceries.

The scene moved around by increments, as the camera hovered, swaying in the wind.

“There.”

“That doesn’t do me much good. Send it to my laptop?”

“Oh. I forgot you weren’t really there. Now I miss you.”

“I’m here talking with you. It’s as good as we’re going to get for now. Focus in on the face?”

Kenzie did, doing the same with the image on the wall for our benefit as well.

Anger, a flash of it, disdainful.

“Scared,” Ashley said. “And not of the camera.”

“I don’t see it,” I said.

“I can almost see it,” Chris said.

“You’ve seen the footage?” I asked.