“I made no mistakes. I wasn’t reckless. I was careful and she woke up, blinded me, and slapped everything I was setting up out of my hands, and she did it for a reason. And in every one of those eventualities I talked about? She makes it through. She’s there, after all the blind spots pass, and she leaves us to our fates, for as long as we still exist in any sense.”

Through the speakers, Miss Militia’s chair scraped against the floor. “I’m going to go talk to my team.”

Kenzie reached over and hit the pause button.

“You can see where we’re concerned,” Golem said.

“Yeah,” Capricorn said.

I expected Kenzie to say something because she’d been the one to pause, but instead, she sat there, staring at the screen.

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.