Heather ignores Nick’s empty threat as she steps over him and approaches the table with Penelope. She takes a seat next to the girl and motions to see the tablet while Penelope finishes addressing the group. Heather glances at the bank robbing trio, but decides to read over the terrorist instead. .Rohrbach hadn’t provided much in the briefing, just a name and list of his crimes. It didn’t state which organization he was affiliated with or if he was working alone or with a group. The mugshot from a prior crime showed a younger man with a somber expression and very dark eyes. They carried a lifetime of burdens and pain Heather could not yet understand. Heathers fights a cold shudder as she studied the mugshot. Another photo was provided, a candied photo of Wenton, taken moments after some kind of catastrophe. He was walking calmly away among a crowd of chaos, but it was definitely him. The timestamp on the photo was recent, but Wenton look slightly older than the mugshot. She passes the tablet back to Penelope as Emily finishes speaking. 
“So its settled, with Emily’s ability, our team should go after Wenton. How soon do you think you can dig up intel on this guy Em?” 

Heather wasn’t really sure about Ferghus’ pack. It seem like a good way to unite the team of ammeters and misfits, but the pact sill had a feeling of foreboding to it. Suddenly, that fear stirred within Heather, the fear of the unknown and what she was becoming. Instead of acting on this fear, Heather decided to ignore it.  The pact wasn’t realistic, but Heather appreciated the Irishman’s optimism and his accent was kinda cute. He was right for this hero jazz, and Heather might as well give it a shot and play nice with the team. “Sure Ferghus, I’m in on the pact. Just don’t expect me to wear any capes or tights.” Heather teases with a chuckle.