“Absolutely,” she said, with dead seriousness. “The way I see it, my body is pretty hardy. To break containment, it would take something that would maim an ordinary person.”

“Yeah,” I said. But if they think you’re durable, they might not hold back.

We’d address that when it came to it.

“Alright,” I said. “So, my line of thinking was that instead of explaining, we’d do a little bit of a team exercise.”

I heard a faint groan from Chris.

“It should be fun, and it should be relatively low-key,” I said. “We split everyone into teams of three, and we play a small game of capture the flag, here.”

“See, that’s playing dirty,” Tristan said. “You’re playing into my love for competition, here.”

“It’s fun,” Kenzie said. “I really like this.”

It seemed Kenzie could be counted on to be positive. I said, “I’m hoping it’s fun. Does anyone else need to explain their powers or cover anything before we get into it? I know what Ashley can do, unless something’s changed.”

Ashley shook her head.

“We’ll see you in action when we have our competition, then. That leaves Chris and Kenzie, kind of.”

“I’ve got some things,” Kenzie said. She opened a case. “Two of these things I had as just-in-case things when I was a Ward. I got them fixed up recently, and I even made an improvement. Eye hook—”

She pulled out a coil of metal. She stuck it on the corner of her cube, then held her phone in one hand, moving her thumb around. The coil unfurled, prehensile, and its tip unfolded from its teardrop shape. Three claws, extending from around a circular lens with a pupil. Kenzie moved her head and body in time with the movements of the thing.

The thing moved closer to me, until it was two feet from my face, the three claw-blades opening and closing a little. It blinked at me, shutter closing momentarily.

“It was made to look through vents, to start with. It’s delicate enough it can turn screws and drill holes, and I can swap out the lens for others. And I’ve got this flash gun too.”

She held up something that looked like a child’s toy, squat, blunt, with a lens on the front.

“It’s for when I had to get closer to the scene when I was with the Baltimore Wards. They wanted me to be able to protect myself and they wanted nonlethal.”

“What does it do?” I asked.

“Makes light,” she said. She aimed it off to the side and pulled the trigger.

It looked and sounded like a camera flash going off.

“And the other stuff?”