[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4345345]Previously...[/url]

"Here's the plan", Kenny said, while Hannah tapped the projector on the table lightly. It sputtered, hummed, and then with a series of clanks and whirs, the device sprang to life and threw light onto the wall. "This is a map of the area. Hannah stores it in her brain." With a start, David realized that the projection was actually three-dimensional: more of a hologram than a projection.

"We hang around here, keeping our heads down as best we can." She pointed to one point of the map, and it glowed red against the rest of the blue. David thought he recognized the streetlamps on the side of the road outside. "A few days ago, we heard that our boys the Kryptofucks were going to try and set up a shop around here. That's a no from us, obviously, so we're going to try and shut them down hard."

"How am I going to help with that?" David said. "I can barely affect anything right now. Are any of you actually...powerful Epics?" He flushed and continued, "No offense, I mean. It's just that, compared to the High, we're all just needles in the superpower haystack. You have good aim," he said to Kenny, "and you can control fire," he said to Ernie. "What else?"

"I'm faster than most people," Vince said, leaning back in his chair around the projector. "So I can like...catch bullets and stuff. And our powers aren't all we got, man. Maria's a fuckin' dead-eye, and that's being modest. Hannah's a technical genius: she's made things I didn't even know were possible, fuckin' nerdy--"

"Hey, in my defense," Hannah interrupted, "it's not me. I told y'all, the machines tell me what they want and how to do it. Leave me be." She sounded serious, but laughter danced in her eyes.

"Right, because that's better to hear." Kenny rolled her eyes. "Hannah does some crazy shit, and she's made us some cool shit. We have some toys to work with. Garfield can see, hear, and smell things across the god-damn city--well, not really, but it's hella impressive--and Ernie isn't just [i]any[/i] fire-dude. He's the Firelord Zuko of fire-dudes." She grinned at Ernie, who shrugged. "By which I mean he also can control lightning. It's pretty badass."

"And you?" David asked. "What's your special talent?" He was fairly impressed by all these people, but he wasn't about to just throw down with literal Epic-killers without a thorough knowledge of how poorly it could go.

"Why, David!" Kenny scoffed, looking affronted. "I'm the group cheerleader and moral support!" When he remained unimpressed, she sighed. "Also I can climb like a motherfucker and balance on one finger and I'm in good shape and shit. Happy?"

"We're not an army," Ernie said, his rumbling voice cutting off the others. "We're a guerilla strike team. Anything we do is built off of plans, subterfuge, and more plans. We raid buildings, steal supplies...we don't attack armies or anything."

"Couldn't have guessed." David snorted. "I guess that makes sense."

"Yeah, so, you can fly through walls and turn invisible and shit. And Garfield can loan his senses to other people. Put you and him together, and you can go anywhere and see anything." Kenny rubbed her hands together with glee. "You wonder why we want you around?"

"What about when everything goes south?" David asked. "When there's thirty guys shooting at you all and there's no way out?"

Kenny smiled. "That's where Hannah's toys and Ernie's booms come in, hotshot. We'll make it out."

"With what plan?" David asked. "I haven't heard anything resembling a plan."

"Well...we really don't have one. We know where they'll be tonight. We'll just hit them then. That's where you come in, bud. You're gonna be our eyes and ears. Do you think your phantom can carry a walkie-talkie with it?"

David felt like he'd been repeatedly thrown in a dryer. Everything spun but not in a bad way. "I think so?" he said. "I just can't believe we're doing this. Have you done it before?"

Kenny tilted her head to one side. "What answer would make you feel most comfortable?