“I’d think so,” Sveta said. “I’d offer to come with you, but it’s a bit of a long trip.”

“Yeah,” Rain said. “I wouldn’t want you to go to that trouble, either way.”

“Have you given any thought to moving?” Tristan asked.

Rain shrugged. “Every day. Being where I am is tolerable for now, I think. The commute to the city is a pain, but if I imagine they’re hiring a dozen mercenaries and a few others, then it could be a bigger pain for them.”

“Hey Flays-Alive-Man, for this job, we’re going to need you and your ten superpowered friends to catch a train and spend three and a half hours traveling to the middle of nowhere, and then you have to find our target,” Chris said.

“God,” Rain said. “Don’t fire up my imagination with names like that.”

“I do want to focus more on your situation,” I said. “We’ve talked about the team and what the group is doing, but your situation is pressing. We can’t keep assuming they’re preoccupied.”

“I know,” Rain said.

“We should figure something out, cover any surprises in the short-term while plotting out something workable in the long-term,” I said.

“I agree. You can send them the wrong signals, but they could try tripping you up too,” Tristan said.

“I know, really,” Rain said. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, like he was about to say something, then said, “Yeah.”

“I could come with and fly back, or fly over the train and keep an eye out for trouble,” I said.

I could see Rain’s reaction, the kneejerk resistance.

“Oh! I have cameras,” Kenzie said. “And you could use them to communicate. They’re not too obvious.”

“I could carry a camera,” Rain said. “Just so long as I could turn it off when I need to.”

“Why would you need to turn it off?” Kenzie asked.

“Because I have to go to the bathroom sometimes.”

“Why would anyone use a camera to watch someone go to the bathroom?” Kenzie asked. “No, wait, I don’t want to know. I’ve learned my lesson about those sorts of questions. But you can trust me, that’s not what I’m about.”

“I’m glad. I still want an off switch.”

Kenzie rummaged in the back of the van and pulled out a bag. She handed over something looked like a smoke detector in brushed black metal, with a lens in the center. “Here. A camera. You can press down on the lens in the middle and it will alert me. I’ll set it up so it lets the others know too, but I can pick up sound and visuals and pass it on to the others if you need it. This is the battery pack. You can pull it out and the camera won’t work.”

“Seems simple enough.”