Meme Man sat behind an old desk that was left behind in the building when they rented it in his Tron cosplay outfit (it was cheap and fit his theme well enough), feet propped up, occasionally glancing at the screen to see if any had sent them a message yet.  He had made sure everyone and their group was registered at "Superheroes.org", and had their Superhero license from the government, which was useful for both concealing your ID from the beat cops and avoiding problems with them when dealing with villains.  The computer was from a school system auction when they upgraded the computer lab at the local high school, and their server was from a washed up website design company.

He was also watching Netflix in his head, because there was nothing better to do.  They hadn't yet gotten a call from a client, and they had no sponsors, so they were in desperate need of money.  The police radio on the back of the desk piped up.  "We have a code 045417 at the ATM at 2nd and 15th." it said.  That was the code for a super-villain attack and they were only two blocks away.

"Hey," he said, picking up the intercom and texting everyone on duty essentially the same message. "There's a super villain attack two blocks away.  We finally got a gig, though it only pays a small bounty.  Whatever, we need the money so go to 2nd and 15th if you want to help."  With that he got up, ran out the door, and down the street.