I crouched, and I brought my face closer to hers, to look at the reflection of the screens on her eyes. Each one moved independently, the tiny black silhouettes that were Miss Militia, Gary, and Dinah all at different points on different screens. Eight screens at once, and—

“Done watching,” Kenzie said.

“You watched the entire recording,” I said.

“How?” Golem asked.

“Split it into parts and watched all the parts at once, with some lipreading tech, because that’s easier than dealing with sound. Um, Breakthrough needs to go.”

“We do?” Rain asked.

“I had questions,” Golem said. “And frankly, I have way more questions since you’re apparently wanting to leave right away.”

“It’s nothing bad,” Kenzie said. She grabbed the mouse and selected a point on the time bar for the recording.

“—can do, with the curfews—” Gary said.

“That’s before…,” Kenzie said. She moved the bar again, twice in short succession.

“—either the group attacking the evacuee caravans or a group making a move tomorrow morning. I can help you with the caravans.”

“Tell us about the caravans.”

“They’ll be raided by a group calling itself Deathchester. Reckless power use, violence, they’ll steal from people who only have the most precious things they could afford to bring with them, and those people aren’t in a position to fight back. You can save some lives right now by sending some people to go recruit heroes and send them to the location. The Inwood highway.”

“We’d need to vet you first.”

“Send them now, vet me in the meantime.”

Kenzie hit the pause button. She twisted around to look up at the rest of us.

“I don’t get it,” Rain said.

“Deathchester. It’s the area of Boston the original Damsel of Distress tried to take over. This is new Damsel, Sidepiece, and Nailbiter, along with, uh…”

She reached over to the computer, opened a browser, and typed in a long sequence of numbers.

“You know,” Golem kept his voice quiet, “It’s a good thing I like and trust you guys, because the way Lookout was talking about the recordings, she had database access to play multiple recordings at once and relay it to whatever tech she’s using. And now she’s—”

Kenzie hit the submit key, and surveillance footage from a camera outside a store showed a group of capes striding along the sidewalk, a couple of them hopping up onto cars in deadlocked traffic. Black clothes, torn clothing, and blood seemed to be a dominant theme. Some had armbands, scarves, or coats in checked white and black.

“—doing that,” Golem finished.

Kenzie rewound a bit, bringing up the shots with clearest views of faces and masks. As the camera tracked each face, it stuck names over their heads.

Torso. Gibbet. Nailbiter. Trophy Wife. Sidepiece. Backwoods. Mockument. Hookline.

“Most of these guys are ones we’ve been dealing with off and on in the heart of downtown,” Golem said. “You’ve got ones like Trophy Wife who start up an enterprise or something and other low level villains will join in.”