[color=00aeef]Eva "Mouse" Walsh[/color]

The Morning came that Eva decided it was time to start working on the trail of her friend’s killers. Arthur had no idea yet what Eva had planned as she dressed herself to go out. A black hoodie would suffice she nodded as she wrapped a light scarf around her neck.  Arthur was floating about the house as Eva strolled up to him ready to get answers one way or another.

“[color=aba000]Eva. You look abysmal. You should dress more fitting for a Noble, Purple is the Noblest Shroud[/color].”

“[color=00aeef]Arthur it's about time you tell me what you know about the Criminals at the Museum[/color].”

“[color=aba000]You’re not ready[/color].” Arthur stated as he floated towards another room. 

“[color=00aeef]Not ready! Not READY! I’ve been training the last few months I at least deserve to know what the Bastards look like, I’ll do the legwork dig something up on them anything[/color]!”

“[color=aba000]Eva[/color]. -” Arthur stopped and floated with his back still turned to her. “[color=aba000]I understand you're frustrated and you certainly have a right to be angry. But now is not the time for[/color]..” Arthur was interrupted as he spoke. “[color=00aeef]I’m going out there and I’ll find them one way or another! If you don’t help me I’ll do it myself[/color].” Eva proclaimed. As she made her way to the front door. Arthur following. “[color=aba000]Eva wait. Wait[/color]!” Eva stopped - her feet nearly touching the door. As she lingered hoping that Arthur would tell her something.

“[color=aba000]Come here. I’ll give you the first one for now[/color].” Eva slowly walked over as Arthur held his hand out towards her letting the Memory of a thin lanky man of African American descent. He had some sort of gauntlets that pulsated with electricity. “[color=aba000]That is all Eva. I do not know his name[/color].” 

Eva stood quietly for a moment and spoke softly.”[color=00aeef]Thank you[/color].” Before she opened the door and rushed outside trying not to attract attention. She snuck past the front lawn and checked the streets. Most of the Neighbors were off at work, the Quick Cleaning service is at the Hendersons today and Mrs Hall was a full time Mother. She’d have ran through the backyards if some neighbors didn’t keep pets, but it was already late Morning Excalibur waited at home until she needed to call for it. Arthur  had made her practice so that it teleported to her hand and that it wouldn’t land on her feet. Eva had  an idea of what her first target looked like but she needed information. Shaking down a few street thugs probably won’t give her anything, she’d have to wait for some big time Villains to rear their ugly heads guys like Turbulence, or the gun nut Hyperion to name the more active and flamboyant Super Villains. That poses another issue as guns would certainly be a one sided advantage; perhaps another lesser known Villain might know something. One less likely to overpower her. Whatever the case may be she needed to head into the city, hang around banks or tech firms the most prominent targets. 

A few Bus rides into the City took her to Times Square where Banks littered the streets every block or so. And sure enough as Eva arrived a commotion broke out. A gang of bank robbers had just broken into the Bank of America, gunfire rang out and police cordoned off the area. A Newscopter circled overhead as the Cities finest sprung into action. By that the Boys in blue of course. Eva watched as the City’s so called Heroes bumbled over each other. Absurd Heroes like Stick-It-Note Kid shot his sticky note gun only for it to blind Sewer Gator who crashed into a patrol car, while American Rocket overshot his course and landed ten blocks away from the Bank. Eva stood stunned watching the failing Heroes work, sure there were extremely capable ones like the Green Beret a British Super Soldier in the truest sense of the word. But he was called back to England by the Queen. 

As the New York Police Force swept in and defused the situation the Heroes began their walk back to their Hideouts in shame; all the while the crowd laughing at their incompetence. “We might as well face it, Sewer Gator. We’re failures.” Stick-It-Note Kid proclaimed as he threw down his gun while the trio wandered down an alley. 

“Nonsense! A true Hero never admits defeat. Life is like a Road, for as long as you walk on it you’ll always move forward in this Strawberry Jam filled world. We just need to keep spreading the Peanut butter of experience over the bread that is our lives until we can sandwich the two in perfect harmony!!” Sewer Gator exclaimed

“You know I never understand where you get this stuff, but I feel oddly inspired. I guess.” American Rocket said as he adjusted the straps to his rocket pack. Before Eva walked out before them. 

“A FAN!!” Sewer Gator said as he whipped out a notepad. 

Eva cringed at the thought, but tried not to be impolite.”[color=00aeef]Uuh no. I actually have a couple of questions[/color].”

“Well of course!! What can we do for you young Miss?” Sewer Gator politely said.

“[color=00aeef]How does one become a registered Hero, and have you ever seen a Villain with dark skin, that’s tall and lanky with a couple of gauntlets that generates electricity or lightning[/color]?”

Sewer Gator thought for a moment before Rocket spoke up. “You don’t really register, you just kinda show up and solve problems.” 

“Verily!” Sewer Gator shouted. “As for a lightning Villain. None come to mind, there is one but he’s a minor offender; never made it past small time crimes.. Shock Jockey  was his name. All he could do was make your hair stand on ends. Why do you ask about a Villain Miss?”

“Right. You’re a little young to be heroing. Are you a new meta?” Rocket asked.

Eva was unsure how to respond, so in her confusion decided to deny their suspensions. “[color=00aeef]Uuh. No; nothing like that. I saw a Villain like that the other day, it was late and I was out partying. He seemed to be uu, carrying something. He looked far too scary to be a Hero, and some cars, fancy ones were there to meet him. I didn’t hang around so I don’t know what happened next[/color].”

Rocket stroked his chin.”Well that does sound off. But nothing we can do now, thanks for the heads up. You better be careful staying out so late it’s dangerous you know.” 

“[color=00aeef]Of course. After that night I became a little curious about Heroes is all, most of you seem well prepared so I wondered if there was a Superhero union or something[/color].” 

“Haha!” Sewer Gator laughed as he wiped tears from his eyes. “A union would make our lives easier but no, other than the occasional run ins on the Job we don’t see each other all that often. You best run along now.”

Eva nodded as the trio walked off. Shock Jockey. She thought to herself. It was a name at least but there was no way to tell if he was involved until she saw him. Big Villains are all over the News but small ones they will be harder to find. It was time to head to the local library, maybe there was something on him, an old newspaper clipping.