Love Lost and Snag emerged from their apartment building, and Love Lost’s leg was fixed. They stood outside for a while, Snag talking periodically, making comments.

It was right when we were getting packed up to go, Kenzie had dinner with her parents and Rain had to take Erin back to the camp, that things started moving again in Cedar Point.

A camper van pulled up and parked in the middle of the street, near where the bottleneck had been. The people that emerged were Case Fifty-Threes.

Sveta went tense.

“Do you know them?” Kenzie asked.

“Circe,” Sveta said. “Whippersnap. Bristle. He must have researched me or asked Tattletale about me, and then reached out to them after. They were teammates, once. They know me.”

“You talked about them in group,” Tristan said.

Sveta nodded.

Other cars were pulling up. I looked at the clock. It was six in the evening. This was a pre-arranged meeting time.

This time, the cars were sleek. Six black cars, one large truck.

The drivers remained in their seats, and the occupants of the vehicles exited out the backs.

“These are ones you should know,” Tristan said. To me.

I recognized Tattletale, from the lead car. She had a kid with a bird on his shoulder with her. She smiled.

I saw Snuff, and I saw other assorted henchmen. Soldiers, like Coil had once used.

In one of the cars further back, Imp climbed out. Eerie to see her older, now. There was a crew of kids with her, all wearing masks.

Parian. She had been a rogue. Turned to the dark side. Flechette. For the briefest period of time, she had been a teammate. She went by Foil now, I was pretty sure.

The truck? Rachel Lindt. Hellhound. Bitch. She had a bevy of dogs.

The Undersiders chatted like long-lost friends. Tattletale was exempt, standing back, smiling.

There were others I didn’t recognize. They’d gathered capes. Henchmen, teammates, connections. Big and small.

Cars were still pulling up and parking as I watched Tattletale approach Prancer to shake his hand. Her Undersiders were at her back. I could see Nursery in the background. I spotted someone who might have been Kingdom Come.

I then saw her put her gloved hand in Snag’s large mechanical one, shaking it. She smiled like it was a joke she got that nobody else did.

“They’re meeting about the attack,” Sveta said.

“Or they’re making it tonight,” Tristan said. He put his bag down.

“Shh,” Kenzie said.

The pair were walking away from the greater group. With all of the cars parking, even in the growing gloom, the car headlights illuminated the area. Tattletale and Snag stepped toward shadow, where they were out of earshot of most others.

“You located him?”

“I’ve known where he was for a very long time,” Tattletale answered Snag.

Love Lost was approaching. Snag turned his head to see.