Aiden broke away, leaving her with only the warmth on the one side, leeching away in the cold. He put his arm out, and a trio of birds landed on it, each with the camera collars. With his other hand, he had his phone out, and he thumbed his way through until his phone was displaying the view through the camera.

The birds took off. The image on the phone screen became a whole lot of darkness with occasional flecks of white. As the birds changed course, buildings came into view.

He turned her way. His mask was expressionless, but she felt him smile. She smiled back.

Tattletale walked at a certain distance away from the group, her phone out. She pressed it to her ear.

“Which building was it that had the high power draw that made you think tinker?” Capricorn asked, quiet. He’d changed back to his blue self.

Tattletale pressed a finger to her lips, shushing him. She pointed, and Aiden sent out his birds in that direction. The camera showed the view, and each tap of the screen rotated to another camera. The images were too jarring at the outset, but settled as each bird found its perch on a different building. One to the north, one to the west, and one to the south, focused on a building with black tiles all across the exterior, and the yellow-tinted solar windows that didn’t have much color to them in the gloom.

“I need more,” Tattletale said, still on the phone. “Details?”

There was a pause.

“Details I can use,” Tattletale said. Her voice was tense now, which got everyone’s attention. “That’s not the point.”

“What happened?” Tress asked.

Tattletale pressed her finger to her lips again, clearly annoyed. “If you don’t feel comfortable going after them alone, come here. I’ll send you the address, keep your phone handy.”

Capricorn folded his arms. The metal made noise as it brushed against more metal, and Tattletale inarticulately waved her arm in that direction, trying to gesture for him to be still and stop.

“We’re twenty-three minutes away.”

There was a pause.

“It doesn’t work that way. Twenty-three minutes is twenty-three minutes. You can’t say ‘I’ll be there in fifteen’ and make it happen.” Tattletale waited, shifting her weight from foot to foot, her breath fogging as she sighed, her eyes rolling. “Then I’ll expect you to turn up in twenty-three minutes, irritable because you weren’t here in fifteen.”

“Aunt Rachel,” Chicken Little said.

“She turned up at the meeting place. The team got taken down. Love Lost was where March was supposed to be. No sign of March. Because she’s here.”

“She overheard? Saw something? How do you know that?” Capricorn asked.