I raised my hand a bit to signal I was going to speak, then stepped forward a bit. “Victoria here. I think there are three villains—”

Kenzie’s hand went up, four fingers extended.

“Four villains out and about around the city. A few left on a road trip earlier in the afternoon. There are also a couple you’ll want to be aware of.”

“Anything you can give us is great.”

Kenzie hit a key. The camera moved to Kitchen Sink, with his ceramic mask.

“Kitchen Sink. He’s the closest to you, big, minor brute aspect, but his thing is he acts as a blaster. Long and sustained series of junk being thrown at high velocities. Everything but the kitchen sink, as the saying goes.”

“That’s so bad a schtick it’s great,” a voice on the line said. One of Houndstooth’s subordinates, feminine-sounding.

“He’s in the company of Hookline. Minor mover, has a hundred-foot long cable he telekinetically controls. It can’t be broken or damaged, short of some very select powers, and it will shake off or slip free of a lot of things that would snag or impede another weapon. Frost, hands that try to grab it. So don’t try. It moves faster and acts like a whip, so be super careful if a fight happens. There’s a hook on the end, and he’s most dangerous if you’re at or just inside that hundred foot limit of his range where the hook is flying around. Which brings me to my next point.”

“They’re willing to hurt people?” Houndstooth asked.

“Kitchen Sink and Hookline are. They’re part of one clique in Cedar Point that’s more violent than the others. Aggressive, violent, even borderline bloody. They might be acting as enforcers for others.”

“Breaking kneecaps,” Tristan said.

“Got it,” Houndstooth said.

“Hookline and Sink,” the feminine voice said. “Oh my god.”

“Moose seems to be going around between groups, passing on messages or checking on things. Strong brute, something to do with shockwaves. He hits hard, he moves a lot faster than you’d expect from someone that big, and he has decent combat sense. I wish we could give you more information on him, but all I know is from a brief scrap with him.”

“You said the other two might pick a fight. What about this guy?”

“Low odds the other two pick a fight without checking with the leadership, but if someone was to pick a fight, it’d be people from their group. Moose would sooner negotiate or look to talk than fight, and he’d only really fight if he thought he needed to or if he was certain he could win. I think your worry is going to be having something in mind to tell Moose that passes the sniff test.”