“Really doesn’t,” Sveta said. “What was the reasoning?”

“It’s the old reasoning. Years of cops and robbers distilled into moments,” I said. “Isn’t it?”

“Mm,” Snow White made a sound.

“Lookout, can you do us a favor? It’s okay if you can’t, but—”

“Give me something to do,” she said.

“Okay. Trace what belongs where. Whose cars were damaged. We have funds, and money might not mean enough right now, but…”

“Money for the people who had stuff break. Okay, I can look up license databases.”

“Do you need to go back for tech?” Rain asked.

Lookout shook her head, tapping her eyeball.

“How much brain-overheating tech did you jam into your eyes, Lookout?” Rain asked.

“Lots. Enough.”

Sveta looked at me, the team mom worried about the team kid.

Yeah. We had to talk about stuff, arrange stuff, get everything in order. Kenzie was grieving, but…

“Can you track their group?” I asked.

“Yeah. Are we following?” There was interest in her eyes, but not hope.

I nodded. “We need to get that loot back for the owners, if you could keep tabs on what’s from where?”

“Can do.”

“And I want to try talking again. On their turf, away from this mess, away from the high-risk area, and without all these people watching.”

“Ashley isn’t as conscious of her standing if there isn’t a crowd,” Kenzie said.

“Hopefully not,” I said.

The Huntsmen were getting sorted out. The flier with the glass spear pulled off her helmet, because she was sweating, and I recognized the hair and facial features. Etna. That would be who filled the Huntsmen in on ‘our’ villains from the stretch between the New York and Boston areas of the Megalopolis.

“I don’t want problems,” she said. “I moved way out to the woods on the end of the city to get away from everything else, and I still get dragged into it.”

I shook my head. “We’re good.”

She gave me a wary look.

“Really.”

“Alright,” she said.

“Good showing,” I said.

She nodded, then walked over to her team.

“I saw Swansong in there,” Kenzie said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“It sucks. Because if she’s in there, then she can’t be out here.”

I nodded.

“I’d rather nothing at all and a bit of hope or pretending, than this.”

“Agreed,” I said. “Yeah. Absolutely.”

I pulled her into a one-armed hug.

“We were talking on our way over here,” Rain said. “She once mentioned she had dreams. She was studying them with the Wardens. Might be relevant, before we try anything with…”

Sveta arched an eyebrow. Tristan, at the same time, elbowed Rain, giving a look to the Huntsmen, who weren’t close by but were potentially close enough to hear.

We walked away from the others. The civilians were starting to make their way back to cars. Tristan bent down to pick up luggage, and Sveta did the same.