“I’d like to start,” Cinereal said.

With that, she had the attention of the room.

“A few hours ago, our precogs and danger sensers gave us our best numbers yet for an attack on Teacher’s facility. Many members of Warden leadership, Advance Guard, Foresight, and the Shepherds entered. We received regular status updates—”

She indicated a digital map of the facility. Second by second, it showed dots moving through the building. Rooms changed color from red to green as they were cleared. Some turned to bright green as they became base camps and retreat points for the attacking capes.

“—until around this point. Radio signals became intermittent, then stopped, all in the span of seconds. We made enough progress to attack what we’ve termed the gallery, with the character assassination groupings. Buildings were scattered and to the best of our knowledge the people and groups that were being used to access our media and track us from remote locations were captured or disrupted. We need to make a push, at the very least to establish what happened.”

“Mortari is willing to offer its assistance,” Jeanne said. “I’m going to put this as bluntly as I can. We have assets, resources that took weeks, months, or years to gather together. We are giving you these assets. In another world, we would have liked to keep these in our back pocket until another Scion-level event, should something like that happen. Or if the Kronos Titan were to attack. But we’re not, because we believe this is essential.”

“What resources? More murderous kids?”

The voice came from the lone Case Fifty-Three in the room. Sveta Karelia.

“If you’d stand?” Jeanne asked, looking to another end of the room.

Behind Number Four, four rows of capes stood from their seats. All wore crisp uniform costumes, derived from a singular theme.

“You had more vials,” Sveta said.

“We tracked them down some time ago.”

Sveta shook her head.

She might kill Jeanne, like she did Doctor Mother.

Four met Three’s eyes, as Three looked over. Three was thinking the same thing. Dreams were vivid, and there was enough empty space between the falsely created memories for things to be filled in and elaborated on. The death of their old boss was one such thing.

Care would need to be taken.

“We need to know who’s willing to work with us.”

“Will you be participating?” another cape asked. One from the Shepherds.

“I will. My husband will. Frankly, Dragon went in ready to fight Saint and we haven’t heard from her. Knowing what we now know about her, and knowing past history, that’s a catastrophe unto itself.”

“Breakthrough is in,” Antares said. “Most of us. And Shin is too. They offered a bit of help.”

She held up vials of her own.

“I was wondering if that was an option,” Jeanne said.

“What are they?” one of the remaining members of Advance Guard asked.