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	Pandora smiled in an obviously fake manner as the grating Christina left her shop. The less she has to communicate with her in future, the better, Pandora thought. She was already regretting this. She looked down at the device and blinked in surprise as some sort of projection of Hugo Powers. Like something out of a Star War.

	The good news was, Powers treated her with something like respect. He called her Pandora and said that HERO was in a time of need, and that her skills would be appreciated. A compliment on her business, even. Finally! A little stroking of her ego. It's not that much to ask. Of course, though, the first thing he needs is a rescue mission.

	[color=fdc68a]"Bloody amateurs."[/color] Pandora muttered to herself as the message concluded. Now that she was alone she felt comfortable speaking to herself again, or rather, her plants. [color=fdc68a]"Best heroes-- hah. Abducted...Christ sakes. Already got me runnin' all around town looking for dimwits in distress. Abducted!"[/color] She threw one hand up in the air, already exasperated by her work colleagues. 

	 Walking barefoot out the door, she locked it behind her and flipped a small, wooden, hand painted sign from open to closed. After all these years, she was finally getting back into this nonsense. With a sigh, she clutched the...DD device? What did he call it? 

	[color=fdc68a]"D-device? Detection? Dimwit Detector. Oh, please, save us! We've been kidnapped!"[/color] She raised her voice into a mocking falsetto of heroes she was imagining in her head. Running a hand down her face she let herself fall forward and belly flop onto the pavement of the street, vanishing with it as if it was made of water. It sealed up perfectly, leaving no trace except for maybe a few surprised on lookers.

	Treading water in the sidewalk in the pocket of water she had created for herself, she picked a direction and began to swim. This way she could travel Passenger Island as the crow flies, without having to worry about architecture except for the occasional underground tunnel. Manipulating the currents allowed her a fast moving bubble of water that moved with her as if she was being carried by river rapids. Pandora had never done this before, but a past life had granted her decades of practice in ground swimming. Completing a circuit around Passenger Island just to make sure they weren't here, she would dive into the ocean and make her way even quicker towards the main island and begin searching for the lost heroes there. An underground, gorgeous torpedo of a woman with an impeccable sense of direction.