Name: Whitney Stone<br/>Where: Starbucks, across the street from the Moonstone Gallery<br/>Doing What: Drinking a mocha frappe and nomming some chocolate<br/><hr/><br/>It was a good time for Whitney. She was enjoying the nice retirement package from waaaaay back when she was on the Anthrovengers. Turned out that, if you saved the city enough times, they would pay you just to not blow anything up! Not that she stuck to that too much.... But there hadn't been anything to blow up in a while, not since they finally managed to defeat the Troupe of Really Obnoxiously Unforgettably Pretty Evil. So instead, the bluehaired bombshell was enjoying her mocha frappe and chocolate as she tended to in the mornings. There were two things she enjoyed in life, chocolate and caffeine. Okay, three. Okay, four, but the fourth really didn't count.<br/><br/>Sadly, her peaceful morning was interrupted when her ears twitched at the sound of police sirens. Sirens that were rapidly approaching, until they came to a screeching halt outside of the Gallery. Gulping down the rest of her frappe, Whitney looked sadly at her cake. She pointed a finger at it and said in a most threatening tone,<strong>"don't you go anywhere, I'll be back to finish you off soon"</strong>, before pulling on her gloves and rushing outside.<br/><br/>Most heroes wore a mask, a tight suit, armor,<em>anything</em>to conceal their identity. Whitney was not like most heroes. While there probably was a fabric that could endure her explosive powers, the Antrhovengers decided at one point that it would be too expensive to keep replacing her suit after every battle. Instead, she gets street clothes. Which somehow always turns into no clothes. Running up to the nearest officer, Whitney waved.<strong>"Heeeeeey! Officer! What's goin' on? Sounds like you have a teeeny bit of a problem."</strong>