Phyllis
Well, it was the dead of night, again. Mika was starting to harbor doubts about her potential for heroism in general, given how often the most tactically sound decision for her power suite was to show up in the least heroic manner possible to try and ambush them. She comforted herself by trying to remember, at least, that she *Was* Doing good here, even if it wasn't in the most praise-worthy way. People didn't need to be the type to bust down doors announcing their name to be heroes, after all, right?

She approached the target address— it didn't look much different from the dilapidated garbage that was all around it. Still, she knew from her previous reconnaissance that this certainly *Was* The place. It wasn't particularly busy now. Part of her wished she *Could* Crash in while it was busy, but she didn't think she could take on an entire brothel full of customers right now. She was still too weak.

She approached the broken-down doorway alongside her creation, and tried the handle. Didn't hurt to try the obvious first, right? It *Was* Nova Imperium, after all.
Mary
Carefully Diabolist approached the door to the poorly constructed building. As she reached down and placed her hand on the handle the whole thing moved in her hand simply from her touch. Whoever had fitted this door hadn't done a very good job at it.

Still it functioned well enough that it could be used to open the door, at least that is what she was going to do had she not heard a voice just the other side of the door. If she leant in a little closer she would be able to hear the conversation.

*"No... Yes I get that there aren't any countries for them to go back to. That doesn't change the fact they are here! Babe! Stop it! No I'm not coming home I'm busy today you know I am. Look, it's because of those people that I can't get a normal job. No... No.. I'm just.. I'm just saying."*
Phyllis
*Those people, huh?*

She grimaced with distaste. This definitely seemed like she had the right place. It would be just like a Nova Imperium moron to spout off about how it was all the *Other* Peoples fault that they couldn't get a job. Surely it had nothing to do with their total lack of drive, skill, or intelligence. Ridiculous. The idea that someone could lose a job, like they were entitled to it.

Part of her wanted to just scold the little idiot, but she was here for a reason. Better to put this to rest and move on with her life. She had people who were worth a damn to save.

She lowered her voice to a whisper, and gave the decisive command.

"*Go inside. Beat up anyone that fights us.*"

She followed him in, weapon at the ready.
Mary
As the two of them entered they would find themselves in a narrow hallway with stairs to the immediate right, a door to the left and another door at the end of the hallway. Sat on the stairs was a bald man, phone in hand, starring at the new arrivals who had just let themselves in.

Time seemed to halt for a moment, no one taking any action. Only the man dropping his phone seemed to spur time to move once more. Leaping up from the step he was sitting on he rushed the zombie. One hand was wrapped around the undead creatures neck and the other grabbing the wrist of the hand that held the bat.

The zombie whilst lacking the restraint of a normal human still was in general weaker than one. All it could do as it was pinned against the wall was attempt to claw at the NI members face. This spurred the man to shout out.

*"Intruders! We have intruders!"*
Phyllis
*Oh, come on.*

She *Really* Needed some new minions. This was ridiculous. Not only was it making things harder on herself, but the difficulty associated with subduing these people meant, ironically, that their lives were in even more danger than they would be if she had far more overwhelming force. After all, if she could just *Drown* Them in undead, she wouldn't even need to hurt them. Instead, they had to do something stupid like call for help, and she needed to resort to more and more violent means just to get the job done...

She cursed internally as she stepped fully into the room, then gritted her teeth as she wound up her bat as far back as she could, *Slamming* It into the base of the mans head as he held her minion up against the wall. True, he'd subdued the zombie for the moment, but he'd effectively disabled himself in doing so, she was sure.

Hopefully there wouldn't be too many other people.

"Disable anyone dangerous, please."

Maybe asking nicely would help...?
Mary
Swinging the bat as she stepped into the room a loud crack rang out as it hit the back of the man's skull at full force. He slumped forwards onto the zombie before sliding down to the floor. His eyes looked up at the bat wielding girl but were unfocused, still conscious but definitely disoriented.

A second passed before the door to the left swung open and another man stepped through, his eyes immediately looking at his downed friend. Without a second thought he reached into his jacket and began to pull something from his hip when the zombie, following its orders, attempted to disable him.

A gunshot rang out in the struggle followed by the splintering of wood as the bullet hit the bannister running up the stairs. All the while Diabolist could hear the rapid movement of people upstairs heading towards the stairs.

*"Let go of me you stupid fuck!"*
Phyllis
Things were... Really getting out of hand. Already. She hadn't expected this many people for something like this. The Nova Imperium idiots must really value their sex slaves highly. Gross. She supposed it was better than them just 'discarding' them entirely, but that was a matter of debate for people that were actually experiencing it, not her.

*Gun! Gun! Fuck! Fuck!*

She turned away from the concussed one and turned her bat onto the new one with the lethal weapon. Okay... Just like last time. Slip past here, raise arms up, and then—

She *Slammed* The bat down onto the crown of his head as hard as she could, thanking her lucky stars that at least her zombie was capable of incapacitating people, even if they weren't the most... Combat effective helper.

"No *Guns* You fucker! Did I bring a gun? No! No fucking *Guns!*"
Mary
As the man struggled with the zombie he squeezed the trigger again. Another gunshot filled the air as splinters shot out of a wall. Despite the weapon it wasn't enough to counter the girl with a bat which soon enough came crashing down on his head. Much like his friend before him he slumped forwards into the zombie before falling to the ground.

As he did four men came running down the stairs and turned to look at the rogue and her zombie. Two of them pulled out their guns and aimed towards the most obvious threat, the zombie. The sounds of gunshots filled the room as a hole ripped through the left arm of zombie, the other bullet seemed to miss and hit the door at the far end of the hall. As they shot the other men pulled out knives, which drew attention to the fact that all of these men seemed like they had rushed to get dressed with shirts half tucked in and one wearing an extremely loose tie.
Phyllis
*Filthy fucking animals...*

It was the most prominent thought in her mind as she saw the group come down, all of them in various states of undress. So these were the sorts of degenerate scum that partook of this sort of place? They just looked like anyone else she might see on the street, other than the disgust she registered when she looked at them.

Fortunately, they were all focused on her big, beefy, almost useless zombie instead of herself. Well, they had guns and knives. It was unlikely they'd actually be able to damage her creation enough to destroy it, or even really do any damage that would necessitate repairs. Either way, her zombie *And herself* Were going to be overwhelmed soon. She needed some kind of plan. Hopefully clever?

*Come on, *Think.

Oh. Hmm...

Maybe...?

She dashed over to her creation, standing behind it, and with some quick hand-work she unmasked him, revealing the electrically-sparking decayed flesh underneath, exposed rows of rotten teeth and half-rotted eyes.

"Cape activity, gentlemen. You want to end up like *Him*? Put the weapons down. *Now.*"
Mary
*"WHAT THE FUCK"*

**BANG BANG BANG**

Gunshots began to reverberate through the air as the two gun wielding gangsters opened fire in a panic as the man standing before them was revealed to be a zombie. Several bullets ripping through the dead flesh leaving the zombie missing two fingers and a eye. The rest of the bullets impacted the wall behind the zombie.

 The two men with the knives immediately turned and attempted to run out of the door Diabolist had entered through but almost immediately turned and began to run up the stairs. Clearly seeming more panicked than they were from when the zombie was revealed.

*"Shit shit shit! RUN!"*

A loud metallic clunk could be heard as a object about the size of a drink can flew through the door hitting a wall and dropping to the feet of the gunmen. A loud hiss could be heard as white smoke began to rapidly eject from either side of the object.
Phyllis
*Oh come on!!*

Why was she so unaccountably bad at this? Her little ploy had almost the complete opposite reaction she had wanted. She winced as one of the bullets whizzed right through the rotted flesh of her zombies head, thanking her luck that at least it hadn't destroyed the useless thing. She *Really* Needed more of these to make a proper difference...

At least two of them were running— that would make this a lot more manageable for her-

Then they ran back in, followed by a suspicious canister.

*Come. On. Really?*

That was *Bad*.

"Follow me."

She tried to control the panic in her voice and led the zombie as quickly as she could into one of the neighboring rooms— she wasn't picky, just the closest one would be fine. In a hurry, she slammed the door behind her and pulled the hood and mask back over her zombies head. She had no clue who this third party was. If they were a Hero, she needed to keep her *Power* Under wraps. If it was a villain... Well, same deal, really, but...

Ugh... What now...?
Mary
As the two men ran back in the gunmen were taken by surprise. This was clearly not what they had expected to happen and their momentary distraction gave Diabolist and her companion time to slip into the next room. As she did she heard the sound of another metallic object hitting the floor followed by the sound of a powerful electrical discharge followed by the sound of two bodies hitting the floor.

*"Oi you racist pricks, I suggest you surrender. Vanguard is here."*

The room Diabolist now found herself in was clearly a kitchen of sorts. Steam was venting out the top of a kettle as the water boiled inside and a half made sandwich sat on a plate on the counter. Looks like she might have interrupted someone's lunch.
Phyllis
Well, if she did interrupt someone's lunch, they probably deserved it. Racist pricks, indeed. Lighthearted thoughts aside, she really was in a bit of a pickle here. The arrival of a Vanguard cape complicated things. Diabolist was under no illusions about her likely perception as it stood right now. She didn't have the money or means to make a more benevolent *Splash* Of impact right at the moment, so she wasn't well known.

Because she wasn't well known, her presence here in a literal den of evil... Likely wouldn't look good. She would need to either leave quietly— a prospect that wasn't likely to be successful given the aforementioned Vanguard presence— or announce herself and hope things didn't deteriorate.

The latter option seemed like the only realistic one. She sighed, then poked her head near the doorway she'd just come through, careful to avoid any of the questionable gas if necessary. Then, she simply *Shouted* At the top of her lungs.

"*Independent Hero Diabolist is on scene too!*"

She refrained from quietly adding 'just so you know' to the end of that. She'd thought long and hard about whether calling herself a 'hero' was accurate right now, given the circumstances, but... She *Wanted* To be one, at least. Maybe that was good enough.

With that communicated, she didn't actually have any desire to run into any of the Vanguard capes. She quickly moved through the kitchen, looking for other rooms she could scan on the way through. She... Did still need money, after all.
Mary
A short silence followed Diabolists declaration before a loud sharp sound came from the floor above. Then silence filled the air once again, only broken by the slow progression of footsteps getting ever closer to the kitchen door.

They reached the otherside of the door. Three slow but heavy knocks sounded out from the door. A moment later a voice was heard.

*"Did you say Diabolist? Are you our mystery cocaine girl?"*
Phyllis
*Oh god, why. Was that how they knew me? Mystery Cocaine Girl? That was not a great brand.*

"Ugh, oh, fuck— yes... I guess... That's me!"

Diabolist tried and failed utterly to contain the self-disgust in her voice as she replied. It obviously wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to be known for, but she comforted herself by at least acknowledging that she wasn't 'the Zombie girl'.

"If— If you come in, just letting you know, I don't... Have any funding, so my outfits are sorta awful..."
Mary
The door Diabolist had stepped through a moment ago slowly swung open, the smoke that had filled the corridor slowly spilled into the kitchen. From the smoke a figure stepped forwards, it didn't take a genius to realise who stood before her.

Quartermaster's confident smile was the only part of her face that was visible, the rest concealed underneath her metallic combat helmet. The rest of her armour seemed to be constructed from multiple plates forming a layered defence. The final thing of note was the futuristic looking rifle with a revolving cylinder in her right hand.

*"HA! You really are her!"*

A rapid series of footsteps could be head behind her, a figure appearing in the smoke with a knife raised high coming down towards Quartermaster's shoulder. She didn't seem to react at all to the incoming attack; instead a bang could be heard followed by a flash as one of her armour plates came flying off. The knife wielding man didn't have time to react as the armour plate first hit his hand knocking the knife out of the way, then smashing into his face knocking him to the ground. Unphased she held her hand out towards Diabolist.

*"I am Quartermaster, Head of Vanguard's tinker department. Pleasure to meet you cocaine girl."*
Phyllis
"*Oh my—* You're—!"

Diabolist began to exclaim, then slapped both of her hands over her mouth. This was so embarrassing! Pretty much the *Best* Well known Tinker in the entire world was here to crash her raid, and the new trigger been nothing but embarrassing the entire time. Was this really how she was going to be known for the rest of time? Cocaine girl??

"Q-Quartermaster. Ma'am. I wish we could have met under better circumstances. I'm— I'm a big fan. You, uh... Didn't have to..."

She was just trying not to stutter at this point, honestly, and she thought she was doing a decent job, albeit not perfect. This was such a mess. She could only pray that the incredible Vanguard Tinker didn't discover the dark secret behind her power.
Mary
It was difficult to tell but it appeared as thought Quartermaster looked at Diabolists zombie for a moment before looking back at her.

*"Don't be ridiculous of course I had to! It's my job to kick in the doors of villainy and bring them to justice. Anyway, we can talk after this. One of those guys ran up stairs and I'm sure there are more through out the house. You take the one upstairs and I'll deal with the rest, then we meet outside okay?"*

Her face bore a confident smile before she raised her hand in a lazy salute and turned towards the unopened door at the end of the hallway. She readied her rifle at her side before kicking the door open and pulled the trigger, causing a stream of electrical energy to shoot out the end before expelling a cylinder from the side of the weapon. 

*"Knock Knock Criminal Scum!"*
Phyllis
"*So cool...*"

Diabolist whispered at a too-loud volume as she watched the Heroine move in to kick ass and chew bubblegum. One day she'd love to have *That* Kind of power. So awe-struck was she that she didn't even notice the meaningful glance towards her zombie.

She startled a bit when she realized that she'd been given a task! Scrambling herself back out of her own head, she ordered her zombie to take the lead and head upstairs. At the very least she could take on a *Single* Goon, for sure.
Mary
The zombie headed up the stairs without complaint and was followed closely behind by Diabolist herself. Immediately as the reach the top of the steps she hears a voice shout out at her.

*"Stay the fuck back! Stay back you hear me?! Stay back or she fucking gets it!"*

The man who had run up the stairs moments ago was holding on to a young girl with a knife to her throat. His eyes darted around frantically scanning the room, a clear sign of just how much he was panicking.

*"I'm warning you Hero."*

There was a venom in his voice, almost pure hatred.
Phyllis
"Okay... *Okay...* Let's just relax and *Don't do anything*."

She said the last bit in a slightly pointed way, addressing her zombie especially. Slowly, she raised her hands over her head. 

"Don't need to hurt her. It'll only make things worse for you. Look, the other Heroes are busy downstairs. If you let her go, you can run, alright? A life for a life. Hurt her, though, and it'll be weeks before I *Let* You die. I'm an *Independent* Hero, you know. There's a lot less... *Oversight.*"

Diabolist was bluffing. Sort've. She *Would* Hurt the hell out of him if he did anything to that girl, but she had no clue where the heroes were, and there wasn't much she could do right now anyways. Any rash decisions would look *Really* Bad, right now especially.

Besides, as far as she was concerned, saving the life of an innocent would be worth the hypothetical risk of this moron getting a running start.
Mary
The man looks at Diabolist, then to her zombie and finally to the girl he had at knife point. Letting out a noise that could only be described as pure frustration.

*"Fine you want her? Have her bitch!"*

With an grunt of effort the man threw the girl towards diabolist before turn towards a nearby window and attempting to rush towards it. From the looks of things he meant to jump out!

*"I hope you enjoy her as much as I did!"*

All the while the sound of combat downstairs continue to ring out. Clearly Quartermaster is having quite the fight.
Phyllis
"Stop him!"

Diabolist shouted out impulsively to her Zombie as soon as the man released the girl. The rookie Hero caught the girl as carefully as she could, trying to set her down while attempting to give comforting words.

"It's gonna be okay, Miss. The Heroes are here. You're safe now."

While Mika *Wanted* To chase after the criminal herself, there were some things that were more important, and hopefully she could leave it up to her Zombie to catch the man... Or at least slow him down. She'd be able to give chase in a moment as well, once she'd ensured that the girl was alright.
Mary
The man had seemed determined to jump right up until he reached the window. At that moment he hesitated just long enough for the zombie to catch up and grab him from behind. A struggle began and whilst the zombie clearly had the better position there was no denying it was somewhat weakened by being shot.

As the battle continued Diabolist could hear a commotion below. The sounds of dozens of footsteps entering the house, followed shortly after by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. A quick glance down the stairs saw two men in MPCU uniforms holding tasers approaching. 

*"Get on the fucking ground now!"*

They moved past Diabolist as they pointed their tasers at the gang member, pressing a button which seemed to activate a red laser.

*"Red Dot"*

All the while the girl held on tight to Diabolist. Clearly not wanting to let go of the one who had saved her. Her Hero.
Phyllis
Diabolist couldn't help but tense when she heard the MPCU approaching and shout. For a brief moment of flooded terror, she thought they were here for her. Finally here to take her to prison despite her best efforts at being a Hero, all because of her twisted power.

Instead, they tased the criminal her zombie had been hassling. She didn't want him to get in the way, so she issued another order.

"Minion, *Come back.*"

*Minion* Was the best she could come up with right now. Not the most creative. Well, once it was clear that things weren't disastrous after all, she actually relaxed and managed to bask in the glow of having someone *She* Saved clinging to her. This was it, right? The feeling of being a Hero. She was... So happy.
Mary
As soon as the Zombie heard the command it let go of the man and started walking back. Almost as he was free the man, clearly panicking, attempted to run towards the police.

*"Taser, Taser, Taser!"*

The two officers shouted simultaneously as they pulled the trigger. Dart's flew out of the end of the tasers hitting the man square in the chest causing his entire body to tense up before collapsing to the girl. One officer rushed up and placed a knee on his back, beginning to handcuff him as the other turned to Diabolist.

*"Quick take her outside, we've got it from here."*

All this time the girl seemed to only hold Diabolist tighter.
Phyllis
"Right, Officer. Thank you for your service. Come along, Miss. Let's get you safe."

Diabolist guided her carefully, then remembered—

"Oh, Minion, you follow as well."

Together, they all went downstairs and outside as instructed, taking her to the safety of the police. Plus, Diabolist might get a chance to speak to Quartermaster again! Hopefully she could avoid flubbing her lines this time around...
Mary
Her zombie following close behind DIabolist took the girl slowly down the stairs. Now that combat seemed to have ceased and the adrenalin levels returned to normal. It was only now that she would realise her arm hurt a little and looking at the location of the pain she saw blood. It was nothing serious but seemed to be a result of fragments of a stray bullet. 


Stepping outside she was immediately met with the flashing of cameras, journalists having already made their way here. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden change in light she saw a Paramedic rush up and take the girl from her, leading her back to an ambulance.

*"Feels great doesn't it?"* 

Behind her, Quartermaster stood with a confident smile on her face. Stepping forward she placed one hand on the shoulder of the young cape and took her hand in the other, shaking it as she smiled for the camera.

*"Being a hero is hard work and you have to make sacrifices to thrive as one. For example, avoid using people. Well avoid using people who haven't consented at least."*

Her voice was clear but quiet as she leant in close to Diabolists ear. Clearly she didn't want everyone around to hear their conversation. At that moment she let go of her hand but not without leaving something behind. In the palm of Diabolists hand was a folded piece of paper.

*"You know, I think we should reward and encourage those trying to do good in the world Cocaine Girl and I hope that people who might come across misplaced tinker tech would be responsible."*
Phyllis
"W-Well..." Diabolist stuttered, shielding her eyes from the sudden barrage of flashing lights amidst the dark, "Yea, but... I feel sick, too."

In the chaos it took Diabolist a moment to realize the implications of what Quartermaster was saying. Her just-relaxed heartrate suddenly spiked again, and she barely hid the panic underneath her mask. Quartermaster *Knew*?? She knew how her power worked? How? *When?*

But... She wasn't attacking? Diabolist grasped the piece of paper tightly, nodding frantically. How...? No, what? How was she supposed to get *Consent* To use her power on a corpse? How would that even work? 

"Th... Thank you, but, how— wait—" She muttered nervously, then paused and exclaimed— quietly— "*I'm not Cocaine Girl!*"
Mary
Her mouth shifted to a confident smirk, her finger pointing to the visor on her helmet.

*"Two biological signatures, one life sign."

Her smirked turned into a friendly laugh.

*"You will just need to do something bigger and better than dropping off thousands of pounds worth of drugs at our frontier if you want to shake that name I'm afraid. Still, what do you want to be called?"*
Phyllis
"I, uh, how would I—... Get *Consent*?"

She shuffled her feet nervously, feeling less scared and more like this was a genuine opportunity for her to improve as a Cape, and a Hero. She'd struggled a great deal with the *Ethics* Of her power, and at the end of the day she'd ended up more or less just *Giving up* On the prospect of actually using her power completely ethically, and just assumed that as long as she tried to do the absolute best she could with what she had it'd turn out as a net positive.

But... Quartermaster knew how her power worked, and seemed to think she could do better. If that was the case, she *Did* Want to know how she could do better.

As for her question...

"W-Well, I was thinking, uh, *Diabolist*, but then I thought maybe that sounded too evil... I had thought up Occult, Reprise, Midwayer and Conjurer, but those didn't seem right either..."
Mary
*"Well people who donate themselves to science is a good start. If you like I can put you in contact with some people who can help? My details are on that paper."*

She once again waved at the cameras before continuing to speak.

*"Eh yeah that does sound a bit evil. This is your chance to change it though, I need to make an official report and so far the only names we have for you are Cocaine Girl and Diabolist. So if you want something different you best say as it will be all over the news soon enough. How about Morrigan? So a little nicer, just a suggestion though."*
Phyllis
Diabolist stayed silent for a few thoughtful moments, then shook her head, smiling underneath her painted hockey mask.

"I think I'll stick with Diabolist after all. If the bad guys are scared of me, all the better. I think people will learn that if they're good they don't need to fear the spooky Diabolist."

After an awkward moment of consideration, she waved to the crowd as well, tilting her hood up just a bit to show off the white painted outline of a skull in the shadows under her hood.

"I'll definitely be in touch, though. Thank you so much, Quartermaster. You're *My* Hero."
Mary
She gave the young hero a smile.

*"Alright then, Well it was nice to meet you DIabolist. I have to go and write up the mission report and conduct an interview. I hope to meet you again one day. Maybe even as a member of Vanguard?"*

She began to walk away before stopping and turning.

*"Oh, by the way I really recomend you look at that paper Hero."*

She turned around again and seemed to walk towards the news crew at the edge of the police line.
Phyllis
Diabolist felt a surge of relief that things had gone so well between the two of them. She'd always been worried about the practicality of meeting with and interacting with other Heroes, given her power set, but that hadn't been bad at all! It had been a generally positive experience overall, for sure.

"Nice to meet you too!"

She glanced down at the paper, unfolding it and reading it quickly, or at least skimming it.
Mary
As Diabolist read the paper it showed some details about a PHO Account

PHO Username: SoldierSailor
Message the word Cocaine and I'll know it's you. 

Turning it around revealed another block of text.

East alley of Newark Avenue, Green Dumpster
I believe good deeds should be rewarded Hero

The address was nearby, no more than a couple minutes away.
Phyllis
She committed the username and address to memory, then crumpled the note up carefully and stuffed it into one of her pockets. Part of her wanted to cherish the note closely as some kind of hero paraphernalia, but she knew that it contained some unnecessary identifying information that might actually end up being dangerous.

Besides, she was sort of in a hurry as she had to stop herself from salivating and eagerly dashing off to the address. Instead she managed to control herself enough to walk off the premise and look casual as she blended back into the shadows of the city, taking a very brief detour before heading straight to the location noted.

She needed to collect her loot, then get back to her apartment *Asap* After all. This was huge! She was so excited.
Mary
It didn't take long for her to arrive at the alley. It was quiet, not a soul to be seen. About half way down was the mentioned green dumpster. Walking up to it and taking a look inside she could see a carboard box with letters CG scrawled on top.

Taking the box out and opening it revealed the contents inside. A collection to make any tinker think it was Christmas. Inside was an large assortment of different parts that could be used in her future tinker activities and then something else caught her eye. A cylinder no larger than a beer can, a sticky note attached simply reading QM-328 Electrostun Grenade.

**Tinker Tech Parts x2**
**QM-328 Electrostun Grenade x1**
Phyllis
Oh, *Christmas.* Christmas *Indeed*! This wasn't just Christmas, this was like Mika had woken up only to find out that today was Christmas *And* Her Birthday, impossibly. She steadied her excited, shaking hands and reached out to collect everything.

She *Needed* To get back to her apartment with this stuff. This was *Huge*. With the parts from this, she would probably be able to make another— no, maybe even *Two* More zombies?? Or... No, wait, she needed to message Quartermaster first... But... *Aahh..*

She could feel the *Thrilling desire* To *Create* Rush through her, but she frantically battered it down as she collected the last of the items and began frantically running back to her apartment. Oh, the things she could do with this...!
Mary
Diabolist headed back to her apartment as quickly as she could with her new goodies in tow. It didn't take her long.

The next day she would see herself in front page news, a huge photo of both herself and Quartermaster shaking hands under the title

**NEW HERO DIABOLIST ASSISTS QUARTERMASTER**

The article that follows is quite flattering making her out as having helped Quartermaster out of a difficult spot. Someone had clearly been quite generous with their report.