Maysah sat riggedly in the back of Arbiter’s self-driving car. The Tower’s presence had dampened her fervor to interrogate the man, and after a while she even stopped glaring at Arbiter through the rear view mirror. Her vision drifted to the road and she even allowed herself to enjoy the gentle rock of the supercar as it burned down the road. She could possibly match speed with the vehicle on anything but a straightaway, but it was nice not having to exert herself every now and then. She rested her eyes and leaned her head against the window, but couldn’t bring herself to fall asleep. “So, Denver,” said Arbiter. “Anyone been there since 2029?” “No,” said Maysah, lazily opening one eye. “It was officially decided that the best course of action to take against someone like Envoy would be a reaction. Naturally, I disagreed, but I also didn’t want to be the one to spark her to kill another fifty kay. In the end, it was an American problem. So I never returned.” Returned. That word alone revealed the fact that Maysah was glossing over. She hadn’t been to Denver since 2029, but she had been there after Envoy’s attack—she had just arrived too late. Maysah lacked the access to private jets the more corporate supes had, and so she arrived in Denver the same way she did to New Mexico: on foot. By the time she got there, Envoy had already killed three other capes and marked her territory. Maysah was determined to go in, but some harsh words eventually convinced her to step down. In the end, the dead were little more than a statistic to those with the real power. Avenging them would be more costly than just marking them down as acceptable losses. “I imagine the Tower must’ve been too busy protecting the crown jewels to be bothered to get on a plane, but where were you during all of this, Arbiter? You must’ve been on some kind of team by then. What, was local small time gang activity more important than dealing with a potential national threat?” she asked, seizing the opportunity to probe at Arbiter's unknown background.