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Dieselpunk rushed over to catch up with Midnight, who was in hot pursuit of the archer. Fortunately, Midnight wore armor, so it didn't seem like the boxing glove arrow left any permanent damage. Still, chasing down the little fucker was probably going to be more effort than it was worth.

[color=a187be]"Hey Midnight, I think 'Time's Up',[/color] she said, referring not only to the mission, but also to the encroaching limits of her own quirk. [color=a187be]"We should get back to the trucks. Shame we didn't get more of these kids, but seriously, these White Skull lackeys were pretty useless. Let's hope Zion, Verd, and Doc had more success."[/color] She wondered if the plan had succeeded? At least on her front, she could see the media spinning it in such a way as to portray that the archer, winged girl, and speedster fended off an army of villains; that despite being fledgling students, their minimal heroic training had given them the ability to fight off hardened criminals. Wouldn't this go counter to the expected effect? Wouldn't this give people more confidence in the necessity of hero society and hero schooling? In the end, she had to hope the others had a better time of it.

Dieselpunk got down on all fours and a car door opened up in Midnight's direction, with makeshift steps leading into a driver's cabin located in a conspicuous hump on her back at the base of her neck. [color=a187be]"Hop in and let's ride, partner!"[/color]