She couldnt shake the idea that it was a hoax. Three times, she almost turned around and headed back home.

Twenty eight miles west from New York City, down the 202, to where there were more trees than houses and the roads hadnt been maintained for too many years. It hadnt rained recently, but there were murky puddles in the road where the water had settled into broad depressions.

Water sprayed as she deliberately aimed for one puddle. Forty five minutes of driving, trying to convince herself this was real, not seeing anyone on the road for the last ten minutes, shed started to feel lost. The concrete action of steering into the puddle and getting the expected result seemed to ground her.

Every action had an equal and opposite reaction. It was the way things were supposed to work. Action and consequence.

Driving to the middle of nowhere was the action. But what was the consequence? Wasting two hours of her time on one of the last weekends of freedom she had before she was due to start school? For a mere chance she might get what she needed?

She had to stop and reverse to reread a number on a mailbox. 2062. She steered into the long dirt driveway. A farm sat in the distance, with a rotted-out grain silo and a barn nearby.

What if this wasnt just meant to waste her time? What if it was more sinister? If there was a gang of men waiting for her, ready to drag her off somewhere

She shook her head. She knew how to defend herself. Her father had taught her, and shed taken classes. They didnt necessarily know she was a woman from her email address. Shed left a note with her roommate, sealed with instructions not to open it or read the details unless she failed to return home. Topping it off, the necklace she wore had a built-in GPS. A gift from her sixteenth birthday from her dad. If there was trouble, the note shed left with her roommate had instructions to contact her dad and track her down using the necklace.

She stopped by the barn and sat in the car for a minute, peering around to try to see if anyone was near, the engine idling. A minute passed before she felt secure enough that she wouldnt be ambushed and shifted the car into park. She held the key like a weapon as she stepped out of the car. She didnt hold the individual keys between her fingers, like an amateur would be inclined to do, but held it like a knife instead.

The barn was the final destination of the route the email had outlined for her. Empty. It smelled of stale manure, rotting hay and mold. The exterior was covered in peeling red paint.

She checked her watch. She was eight minutes early.

There were no other cars on the property. That meant there were eight minutes for someone to come down that road with the cracks, potholes and puddles, pull down the long driveway and come meet her at the barn.

Her weight shifted from foot to foot, as her impatience manifested in restlessness. Eight minutes before she found out if shed been played for a fool.

She used her shoes to kick a few loose stones from the dirt driveway, smoothed it out, and then kicked them off. Barefoot, she planted her feet a shoulder width apart, then bent her knees as though she were sitting down in a chair, her arms outstretched in front of her for balance. She bent low, straightened, then repeated the process several more times.

Deep breaths.

Centering herself, she began on the next form, placing her feet perpendicular to one another, and transferring her weight from one foot to the other, from toe to heel to the heel of the other foot.

Her digital watch interrupted her exercises with a steady beeping. Shed set an alarm for the meeting deadline. Right this minute, she was supposed to be meeting someone.

And there was no car in sight.

Sighing, humiliated, she donned her shoes, opened her car door and prepared to leave. She wouldnt speak of this to anyone.

Leaving? After coming all this way? The voice was female, rich with hints of a French accent, but the English was probably better than her own.

She turned, then stepped a few feet in front of her car to look inside the barn.

A woman stood there, dark-skinned, with her hair cut into a short style that was more utilitarian than stylish. She wore a doctors lab coat and held a white plastic clipboard with both hands.

That wasnt the startling thing.

At a point halfway inside the barn, there ceased to be any barn at all. White tiled floor and white-painted walls stretched a distance behind the woman, and the ceiling was all glass, hiding a smooth distribution of flourescent lights that made it all glow evenly.

Who are you?

Some call me Mother, but that is meant to be tongue-in-cheek. Those with a more professional attitude know me as Doctor.

Im-

No names. Weve already investigated you, we know much of what we need to know, but I think there is a great deal of symbolic value in having you maintain some anonymity. Pick a name, and I will use it for the duration of this meeting. It doesnt need to be permanent or long-term.

Okay. Is it supposed to be a fake regular name or a codename or?

Anything.

Jamie. It was the name her parents had been planning to give her baby sister. Theyd broken up before that happened.

Jamie it is. Come. I have an employee that is relocating this section of my offices to this spot, but it taxes him, and therell be less wait for the return trip if we dont strain him.

Jamie looked over her shoulder at her car. The GPS wouldnt do her much good here, she suspected. It would take a leap of faith.

She hurried over and stepped close to the Doctor, crossing that border from packed dirt and moldy hay to clean tiled floor.

There was a rush of wind, and the surroundings swam violently for two or three seconds. When the image had resolved again, they stood in the middle section of a long hallway. It looked like a hospital, sterile, white, clean, but it was empty. There were no people, and there was no equipment.

Welcome to Cauldron, the Doctor said.

How did you find me? I just got an email.

Id have to check my notes. We have ways of finding interested parties. If I remember right, you were browsing websites, researching ways to acquire tinker-made armor and weapons?

Jamie nodded. I was. So many were fakes or scams that I wasnt willing to trust the ones that did look legit.

We own several of those sites. All are fakes. That might have been where we first noticed your activity.

Thats a little creepy.

Creepiness is an unfortunate reality when youre forced to operate covertly, without a steady customer base.

Why? Why not go public?

Countries would go to war over what we have at our disposal. A way to grant powers to anyone who wants them. They would want armies of parahuman soldiers. Even if we did manage to establish ourselves as a neutral party without government interference, Cauldron would be infiltrated by those looking to steal our secrets. Spies, thieves.

And people who wanted to establish a rival business?

They were reaching the end of the hallway. The Doctor smiled lightly. And that. Please, through this door.

Jamie prided herself on her ability to identify evasions and untruths. The Doctor was humoring her when she replied to the question about rival businesses. The idea didnt seem to worry her. Why?

Jamie stepped through the open door and entered a large room. As with the hallway, the decor was predominantly white. There was a desk of white marble with a white leather chair, and two plastic chairs facing the desk. A modestly sized monitor sat at one corner of the desk, with a compact keyboard placed in front of it, and no mouse. The space was spartan.

Id go crazy in here. Theres no personality to this place.

Stranger still was the lack of dust. Since her arrival, Jamie hadnt seen anyone but the Doctor. How did the Doctor keep everything so clean?

Have a seat.

Jamie sat in one of the plastic chairs.

I like to talk and establish expectations before we begin. You should know that almost every aspect of this experience can be tailored to your tastes. Cauldrons usual routine, however, is to arrange one face to face meeting. Well discuss your budget, your situation and goals, and then well peruse a catalog to find something that fits your budget and will hopefully give you the results you desire. There is a two month waiting period, during which time I will assign you some testing, some regarding your physical condition, other tests for psychological reasons.

Psychological? Is that to make sure I wont flip out and go villain when I get powers?

That is not a concern. Though your question seems to indicate that you hope to be a hero? The Doctor made it a half-question, half-statement.

Jamies brow furrowed. Wait, so you give powers to people who want to be villains?

We give powers to anyone who pays. Rest assured, if you wish to end this meeting now because of a pang of conscience, we can see you returned to the barn shortly.

Jamie hesitated, then shook her head. Its fine.

The testing will include blood tests, stress tests, MRI, CAT scan, radiographic scans and a Torsten DNA sequencing. These scans are primarily for our purposes, and if youd prefer, you can have your family doctor arrange or conduct these tests instead for a small fee. A larger fee will allow you to skip the tests entirely.

Fees and additional expenses. No. The testing wasnt so important that shed spend her money on it.

You can conduct the tests however you want, Jamie said.

Good. Youll need to forgive me, but I must be blunt. Cauldron operates on a strict policy of secrecy. It is crass of me to do this, but know that if you pass on any knowledge of what transpired here, we have ways to find out, and well be forced to employ countermeasures. This is in effect even if you decide you do not wish to sign anything.

Countermeasures?

Our response will reflect the gravity of the offense. We have clients who have spent hundreds of millions of dollars on the products and services we offer. It is our obligation to protect them.

What kind of countermeasures? Would you kill me?

We try to avoid murder in the course of doing business, not just because of the moral issues, but because it draws attention. For leaks, our usual procedure is to discredit the individual in question and deploy our in-house division of parahumans to drive them into hiding, remove their powers or both.

Try to avoid murder. The phrasing implied the Doctor or Cauldron had gone that far before. She didnt like that, and she especially didnt like the fact that the Doctor was phrasing things so shed miss that detail if she wasnt listening carefully.

Its fine. I dont intend to break the rules.

Few do. Still, Ive done my duty and informed you. Tell me about yourself, Jamie. I know your father is in law enforcement.

Hes a detective, yeah.

Does that have anything to do with why youre here?

Jamie frowned and looked away. Yeah.

Tell me.

A year ago well, it all started two years ago. There were two criminals called Ramrod and Fleece. The local heroes brought them into custody, partially because of my dads work in tracking the pair down. Three strikes act applied to Fleece, and Ramrod was in for murder with intent. They put them in special cells, got them a court date, and everything was normal. My dad worked to gather the evidence, made some deals with informants to testify anonymously, and everything. The court process takes a lot longer than it does on TV.

Too true.

Finally, after about a year of court appearances and one minor appeal they managed to squeeze in there, it was decided. The pair was supposed to go to the Birdcage. Except someone broke them out.

I think Im beginning to understand.

Jamie gnawed on her lip for a second. Just thinking about it pissed her off. His name is Madcap, and hes a mercenary that specializes in breaking people out of jail. Sometimes even when theyre in the convoy on the way to the Birdcage. And its just wrong. Its not the way things should work. Months or years of investigation, good police and good heroes risking their lives to finally catch someone and arrest them, a year of trial, and all it takes is one fucking asshole with powers to free them?

And so youve spent the last year trying to find a way to purchase powers, with the intent of righting that wrong?

I want to stop him. And not just him. I want to help things make sense again, even if it means playing unfair because theyre playing unfair. Crime should have consequences.

The Doctor typed something onto the keyboard, paused, and then typed something else. Madcap. Well, the good news is that he isnt one of ours, so theres no conflict of interest. The bad news is that the PRT rated him as a striker seven.

Jamies face settled into a grim expression. I know. My dad has resources. I took the time to look up Madcaps records.

Having looked into your finances-

Ive got a place in the city that was left to me. My dad doesnt know about it, so itd be easy to sell it and not have anyone close to me get curious where they money went. Current housing market says I could sell it for three-quarters of a million dollars. I just have to sell it.

We can expedite this. Cauldron is prepared to buy the property from you for seven hundred and thirty thousand dollars, renting it out to you in the meantime if you require it. We will sell it at our leisure rather than wait for you to find a buyer.

I dont need you to rent it to me. No, that works, Jamie said. She was secretly relieved to have one of the biggest hurdles handled so easily.

Good.

And I have another five thousand that my relatives set aside for my school. Itd be harder to use that without people getting curious, but its there.

Well see. In terms of cost, Cauldron requires that the client pay two-thirds of the total amount in advance, and pay the rest over a six year period or default.

Meaning you employ those countermeasures you talked about.

Revoking your powers in the worst case scenario, yes.

Is that revoking of powers a part of the process of however you give people the powers, or is it something that one of your in-house capes does?

The Doctor was typing on the computer. Without taking her eyes from the screen, she said, The latter. You dont need to worry about someone using a loophole or flaw in the process to take away your abilities.

The Doctor frowned at the image on the computer screen.

What?

The Doctor turned the monitor around. It showed graphs and charts that made little sense to Jamie. Clearing her throat, the Doctor leaned forward over the desk and extended one manicured nail to point at a series of labels on a three-dimensional graph. This is the P value as related to the cost of the power, with the expected range of powers. The amount of money you have, even assuming an additional thirty-three percent in payment made at a future date, is probably not going to provide you with the power youd need to take on a striker-seven.

Jamies face fell. Shaking her head in confusion, she asked, P? And what do you mean by probably?

The Doctor opened a drawer and retrieved a binder. She slid it across the desk.

Every page was laminated, labeled with a serial number. Each page had a picture of a vial with a different colored metallic liquid inside, sitting beside a list of powers. The bottom half of the page or a second page, depending on the number of powers listed, had a grid with a number assigned to an arrangement of letters.

No sample provides the exact same powers every time. The bullet points note examples of the powers gained when the sample was tried on a human subject or a client. Theres typically a common thread or theme connecting powers from a given sample. One sample might have a tendency to work with the production of acids and a tendency for physical manifestation. This might allow an individual to turn into a living pool of acid, to secrete acid from his pores or to spit streams of corrosive venom.

I dont want a power like that.

No. For one thing, the R value of sample J-zero-zero-ninety is very low. Note the letters on the grid. The most important ones are the O, P and R. These, on their own, determine roughly ninety-percent of a samples cost. O refers to a powers uniqueness. Its largely subjective, and liable to change through factors entirely out of Cauldrons control, but it is easier to stand out as a hero or villain if nobody else can do what you do.

Youve already mentioned the other two letters in passing.

The P value is the raw effect of the granted abilities. An estimation of the rating the PRT would assign to the powers. Higher P, more effective and versatile abilities.

Jamie nodded. And R?

Unfortunately, as Ive mentioned, there are no guarantees. A given sample does not provide the same effects every time it is tested. There are admittedly some dangers involved in the use of our product. Sometimes there are physical changes that cannot be masked. You have seen the heroes or villains with glowing eyes or less human features.

That was sobering.

The R value refers to how predictable a given sample is. There are some that produce very simple, reliable results. In sixty-three tests of sample T-six-zero-zero-one, it has only failed to grant a form of flight on two occasions. Contrast that with sample B-zero-zero-thirty. It has, in four tests, granted an individual the ability to make things implode, it has created a powerful vacuum in someones mouth, that draws everything into a portal where it is promptly annihilated. Sample B-zero-zero-thirty killed the other two test subjects.

Killed. There was an outside possibility she could die, if she took the wrong one, or if she got especially unlucky.

How do you test this? Youre talking about a lot of tests, sixty for just one sample, but theres no way people wouldnt notice or that word wouldnt get out if you were doing something like that.

As youve seen, Cauldron has resources.

That doesnt really answer my question.

It does. Just not as clearly as you want it to.

Something in the Doctors tone suggested the woman wasnt going to elaborate further. Jamie shut her mouth, frowning slightly.

As you can see here, this graph shows the relationship between cost and the rising P, O and R values.

It was a cube broken into a multitude of smaller cubes, with P as the X axis, O as the Y and R as the Z. They ranged from white to sky blue to darker blue, purple, red, and finally crimson. The key at the bottom of the graph suggested that anything beyond dark blue would cost several million dollars. By the time it hit crimson, it was ranging into the hundreds of millions.

This is what you can afford. The Doctor hit a key and the graph was reduced to the white and light blue cubes. You could theoretically push into the seven range of P values, to put yourself at this Madcaps level in terms of raw power, but you would be forfeiting a great deal in the other two departments. Your powers would be relatively simple, defaulting to the sort of abilities that countless other heroes already have and with the low R score, you would be risking getting something you do not want. Physical changes, perhaps, or powers outside of the area you wanted. Super strength when you desired telekinesis, for a crude example.

I Im not fixated on anything particular, powerwise. Flying would be cool, but Ill take anything that works.

The Doctor tapped a key, and the graph shifted so there were only three rows. Shed removed the samples with higher uniqueness values.

Then the question is the Doctor said, How much are you willing to gamble? A hero can beat a superior foe with strategy, tactics and forethought, and I get the impression youre focused enough to put your mind to the task. Perhaps youd want to emphasize reliability in a sample over the power it could offer you?

Can you zoom in?

The Doctor did.

So how unreliable is a five, if were talking about R?

If you decided on a sample with an R score of five, I would tell you I could make no promises. There would be perhaps a three or four percent chance you would experience some unwanted physical changes. Zero-point-five percent chance that youd experience changes of a degree that you wouldnt be able to go out in public without drawing notice, even with heavy clothing. You would, Id venture, not be buying a particular power, but the broader category of that power. To use our earlier example, you would not be buying acid spit, specifically, but an acid power.

Jamie looked at the other lines on the graph, And Id be getting something like an O of three and a P of five.

Something in that neighborhood, yes.

A power rating of five to Madcaps seven, Jamie put her elbows on the edge of the desk and her head in her hands.

Theres a chance you could get lucky and achieve a power with a greater P value than expected.

Again, that misdirection. Jamie shook her head. And a roughly equal chance that I could get unlucky, since its an average.

Admittedly true.

Is there anything else I could do? A way to get better results?

We have options, but I dont know that they apply to your case. I mentioned the psychological testing earlier. You should know that an individuals personality, mental state and background do seem to have a great deal of effect on the resulting power. I would even say its one of the primary factors, outside of the sample itself.

Jamie wondered momentarily how her own mental state would influence her powers.

The Doctor went on, We have a package we call Shaping, and another we call Morpheus. Both are intended to make the most of the two month waiting period and help a client reach an ideal mental and emotional state. Its often purchased by our high-end customers, to refine the powers they want and help ensure there are no untoward effects. For a low-end customer such as yourself, I dont know that it would suit your needs. You would be buying a lower quality sample to pay for the package perhaps if you were someone who wanted powers for recreational purposes. If you wanted to help guarantee that you got the ability to fly, for example.

Jamie nodded.

Theres the Nemesis program, but you already have an opponent in mind, and I expect youre more interested in a fair fight than having an opponent youre guaranteed to succeed against when it counts.

Yeah. This Nemesis program how many prominent heroes or villains were out there that had faked or staged confrontations like that?

Hmm. Nothing else springs to mind as our packages go. When we design an additional feature or program, we tend to aim it at our more wealthy customers.

You guys are doing lots of testing. Could I do something like help with that? Or something outside of these packages and programs?

Perhaps.

Im serious, Im hard-working, and I stick to my guns.

Its our tendency to require that any client be prepared to perform one unspecified favor for us at a later date. Usually a simple task or a week of service. It serves as a way to cover our bases without revealing too much in respect to our operations.

Very Godfather. Do these favors mean doing anything illegal?

Sometimes. But no, often it is a request to meet someone, to pass on a message, or help manage an information leak, a show of force to scare someone who is poking too deep.

Jamies leg bounced nervously as she looked at the screen. And?

If you agree to perform three favors at a future date, and I suspect we could extend something of a discount.

The Doctor hit several keys, and the graph extended a little in every direction. Where it had been white and light blue, it now showed cubes of dark blue.

What would you ask me to do?

I dont know yet. I prefer to leave that option open.

Everything in Jamies gut told her there was some small lie or misdirection in there. Either the Doctor did know what she wanted to ask for, or she knew her customer wouldnt like what she heard.

Whatever these favors were, all she could do was hope she could do enough good to counterbalance any wrongs shed have to commit.

Alright, Jamie said. Sounds like a deal.

Jamies fourth visit to Cauldron was less out of her way than her first. She entered the same way as before, but this time the hallway from Cauldrons location was transplanted into the middle of her apartment. She wasted no time in stepping through.

The Doctor was not waiting for her, but she knew where she was going. She strode down the empty, spotless hallways, past innumerable matching doors. There were no windows in this place. Nothing peeking into the outside.

Still, she knew where she was. Shed checked the GPS data on her necklace. The Ivory Coast. The west coast of Africa. It was dangerous information to have.

If I tried to open one of those doors, would it be locked? What would be inside? Or would alarms go off, my chance here spoiled?

Shed been here twice since her first meeting. Both times, shed had her psychological testing. Shed also had a full workup done. The psychiatrist had been a young-looking white man, the doctor a heavyset Greek. Theyd said little beyond what they needed to for the testing, and had volunteered nothing about Cauldron.

She made her way to the room where shed done her stress test. Here, shed run back and forth with steadily increasing speeds until she couldnt run anymore. Shed rested, then run again, then again, until she couldnt even stand.

The Doctor was waiting for her. A metal canister sat on a table, and there was a sturdily built, cushioned chair sitting close by.

Youre ready? the Doctor asked.

Jamie nodded.

If youll change into this, we can preserve your clothes for the return trip home.

Jamie took the offered clothing, a plain gray bodysuit that would cover everything from the neck down. A word in blocky black letters on the front read Jamie while one on the back read Client.

There was no indicated change room, and the Doctor was focused on the canister and the stack of papers she was setting down on the table. Jamie changed where she stood, folding her clothes and setting them on the edge of the table.

Sit.

Jamie sat in the chair. Comfortable.

Sample T-one-one-seven-seven, with the agreed upon addition of Sample C-zero-zero-seventy-two. This is correct?

Yes. Its what I paid for.

Read and sign here. And there are stipulations on, let me see pages twenty-six and twenty-nine that you need to sign as well.

Jamie leaned forward and read through the contract. It was every term theyd agreed upon, legalese and politely worded warnings about the hell Cauldron would try to bring down on her head if she broke the terms of the contract. There were pages of receipts covering the financial transactions, and pages more of details about her own medical and psychological evaluations.

There were two stipulations to agree to. One for the three favors shed agreed to perform. Another on the psychological testing.

Nine years ago, she had been kidnapped for use as leverage against her father. She had been held in their custody for three days. No food, six water bottles to drink and no bathroom. Shed gone to the washroom in the corner, had removed one sock to keep the pee from making its way across the sloped hardwood floor.

Shed assured the psychiatrist that she had gotten over any of the trauma and any fear of the dark that had stemmed from that incident. It was her father thatd had a hard time dealing with the event.

Shed been young then, and the event hadnt really stuck in her memory. But she couldnt shake the idea that the kidnapping might have left some lingering effect on her that would taint the process.

You havent eaten?

Nothing since this time yesterday.

You dont have any colds, no aches and pains?

No.

Thats too bad. The sample we use to moderate and control the effects of the finished products has a short-lived regenerative effect. This is one of the selling points we offer to the clients we find in hospitals and the like. Some have even recovered or partially recovered from life-long disabilities. Weve had reports from people who were mildly ill when they gained their powers, who found they never got sick again. It would be nice to verify this.

You couldnt have told me that before?

It could easily be a placebo effect. Not worth a rescheduling. Youre comfortable?

Sure.

The Doctor unscrewed the canister and withdrew a vial. It was no longer than a pen and no thicker than one of the Doctors fingers. The faster you drink it all, the quicker and cleaner the transition is.

You said something about a dream quest?

Some experience it. Some dont. Dont be concerned if you dont. Simply relax to the best of your ability and stay focused. The higher and more pronounced the physical reactions like your heart rate, sweating, adrenals, and emotional response, the greater the chance of a physiological change. I recommend that you keep from dwelling on any stressful thoughts or memories. Just stay calm and try to relax as much as youre able.

Isnt that like asking someone to not think of a blue elephant? Theyre going to think about a blue elephant.

I stress, only a small percentage of people experience enough stress that they undergo any physical change. The Doctor removed the stopper from the top of the vial and carefully handed it over, not letting go until she was sure Jamie had a firm grip.

Jamie held the vial for several long moments. Now?

When youre ready.

Jamie tossed it back like shed seen people throw back shots of hard liquor. She coughed as it coated the inside of her throat, her saliva doing little to nothing to help it down. The Doctor reached out, and Jamie handed her the vial.

It began to burn, the intensity increasing second by second, until she was convinced it couldnt get any worse. It did.

Hurts, she groaned, trying to push herself to a standing position.

Itll get more severe before it gets better. Stay in the chair.

Didnt tell me, she could barely speak with the way her chest felt like it was caving in on itself.

I didnt want to alarm you before we began. Its normal, and it does get better. A minute, maybe two, and youll be surprised at how fast the pain goes away.

She clutched the arms of the chair. As unfathomably bad as it had been just moments ago, it kept getting worse. She had to endure another two minutes of this? It felt like the burning inside of her was melting through the walls of her throat and stomach. She could imagine the tissue blistering and dissolving, expanding outward until it touched on her lungs and her heart.

As it seemed to consume her lungs, her breathing began to dissolve into breaths too quick and small to bring enough oxygen into her lungs. Darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision.

Relax. The Doctors voice sounded far away.

She was panicking, and the idea that she was panicking made it worse, because it could mean shed change. She might look different. Scales, spines, metallic skin or something else.

The darkness swallowed her field of vision and she felt as though it were creeping over her skin.

What had she been thinking, doing this?

Have to calm down.

Shed taken up Tai Chi when she was thirteen, something one of her therapists had encouraged to deal with stress. She couldnt move here, and it was impossible to stand, let alone do her exercises, but she could try to reach that mental state. She attempted to take deep breaths, but she couldnt even tell if she had air in her lungs or if she was breathing in or out. She tensed the muscles in her fingers and toes, then forced herself to relax them. She did the same with the muscles of her hands and feet. She worked her way up through the entirety of her body, focusing on that simple action of tension, relaxation.

The pain didnt stop, but she felt disconnected from it, now. She was calmer, focused. She felt as though she were adrift in a vast, empty space, aware of every part of her body, the wholeness of it, and nothing else.

An incoherent image flickered across her mind. A landscape of twisted biological shapes that seemed to alter with every passing second, changing into something completely different. An archway of bony growths disconnected and became a bridge over a crevasse. Then a hill. Yet it all seemed to change with logic. It was just a logic she couldnt comprehend.

The ground split. Chasms tore into the surface, dividing it, and-

Another image. Earth. It was as though she was looking at everyones face and every object and every living thing on the planet at once, from every angle, but then she was looking at a different everyone and everything, then another. It dawned on her that it wasnt her doing the looking. She was a bystander. Before she could realize what this other was looking for, the scene changed again.

Utter blackness and silence. It was only in this stillness and quiet that Jamie realized there was an undercurrent. An impression. She hesitated to call it an emotion.

Reaching. It was the only word she could use to place it, and it didnt quite fit. It was an action that was simultaneously frustrated and frustrating.

The pain cleared away so quickly she thought she might have imagined it.

She was on the ground, she realized. On her hands and knees. Tears ran down her cheeks. Not all were from the pain. Some were sympathetic.

What was that? What did I just see? It wasnt a dream. It wasnt what you described.

Roughly half of my customers ask questions similar to yours after theyve transitioned. I always say the same thing. I dont know.

Even in the daze she was in, Jamies instincts told her the Doctor was lying.

I expect youll retain the memory better if you dont try too hard to hold onto it.

The strange things she had seen didnt seem to matter anymore. Did I change? Is my body different?

You glowed briefly, but that passed. You look the same as you did.

Jamie nodded, too worn out to feel relieved.

Im going to leave, now, for my own safety. I recommend sitting and resting before anything else. When youre prepared, stand and see what you can do to exercise your new abilities.

The doctor was halfway to the door when Jamie shifted her position and prepared to climb into the chair. Relief was surging through her. She hadnt become a monster. She hadnt lost her mind. This was for real. What she had seen, it was too profound to mean anything else. Even a hit of LSD wouldnt have given her visions as clear as that. Not that shed done LSD.

Though she didnt feel dizzy, she found she lacked the sense of balance to stand, and tipped forward. Between one heartbeat and the next, everything seemed to click. She felt as though she were floating in slow motion rather than falling, her body thrumming. She extended one arm toward the arm of the chair to catch herself, but she underestimated the speed and strength of the movement in the midst of this slow motion world. The chair was sent flying, skidding across the floor. She fell hard, the moment over, her fall no longer slow motion.

On the other side of the room, the chair hit the wall and shattered.

Seems you have something. Congratulations, the Doctor said.

Madcap hit one of the armored PRT vans hard enough to make it roll. The driver of the second tried to steer clear, but Madcap stepped into the path of the incoming vehicle. It struck him and the vehicle virtually bounced off of him, the hood crumpling as though it had hit a telephone pole.

He rolled his shoulders, and then kicked the vehicle. It skidded along the road and collided with the third truck, which had already pulled to a stop.

Which left only the task of freeing his clients.

Stop!

Madcap turned. Jamie stood in the middle of the street, opposing him. Her low-budget costume consisted of a black bodysuit and a domino mask.

Youre cute. Nice body, and the costume is a nice mix of pathetic and adorable in a three-legged-puppy kind of way. But you dont want to try to stop me. I hit pretty damn hard.

The mention of her costume embarrassed her. She hadnt had the money after buying her powers. Still, three legged puppy?

Madcap, by contrast, was wearing a customized costume that had cost no small amount of money. A faceguard covered the lower half of his face, and was imprinted with the image of a wide grin. Black facepaint surrounded his dark eyes, accentuating the whites, and a pointed black leather cap connected to the mask and his costume. His armor was more aesthetic than functional, and featured broad, spike-studded pads.

I hit pretty hard myself, Jamie replied. A glance over her shoulder revealed that the two men whod been driving the containment van nearest her were running. She knew it was empty, a decoy.

She wrested the bumper free with a tug and then swung it at Madcap like an oversized bat.

He blocked it with one hand, and the scrap of metal slipped from her hand and went sailing into the nearby cornfield.

Then he slid forward and tapped the flat of one hand against her chest. She bounced off of the ground and fell in a heap. It took her one attempt at standing before she realized it was futile.

Two PRT soldiers stepped forward to try to spray him with foam, but he dispatched both with a throw of something that looked like a thick frisbee. With nobody left to stop him, Madcap proceeded to tear doors off the containment vans until he found the prisoners.

Jamie tried to move again. Everything hurt too much.

No, Madcap said. Leave her be.

She opened her eyes to see two villains, a male and a female standing nearby, with Madcap standing between her and them..

She looks like a right morsel, the man commented.

Not saying she doesnt, Madcap said, But hands off. You paid me to free you, and I cant do that if youre fucking around.

Spoilsport, the woman said, teasing. Come on.

Then they were gone, and Jamie let her head rest on the pavement.

My power didnt work. I was strong, and then I wasnt.

There are going to be nuances, the Doctor said. We could help you investigate the intricacies of your ability. But that would cost you.

Everything costs something, here.

I have another idea in mind.

Another idea?

Consider this your first favor to us. Cauldron would be much obliged if you could join the ranks of the Wards, and then graduate to the Protectorate as soon as possible.

The Protectorate? Why? To sabotage it from within? Steal information? I dont want to do anything like that.

Just join. Thats all I ask. If nothing else, it would mean you had resources and training to develop your powers and achieve your own goals.

Jamie frowned, looking at her gloved hand. She had been contemplating joining anyways. It meant one favor out of the way, relatively harmless, which was good, but there was little doubt that Cauldron wanted her in place for a reason.

Round eight, puppy? Madcap said, Maybe you can finally win one!

Jamie charged him, and the rest of her team followed soon after.

Madcap leapt to one side as Legend fired a series of beams at him. The villain plunged into and through the concrete wall of the jail, and Jamie was only steps behind him. She saw him rounding a corner and gave chase.

He wasnt in the hallway. There wasnt even debris from where hed torn his way through yet another wall.

She activated her power. Time seemed to slow down as she sped up. She snapped her head to look up and saw him in the middle of a leap over her head. Hed timed it perfectly, so he would be above her when she rounded the corner.

Except she was faster, and she could hit harder than he could. Given a chance.

Her elbow caught him while he was still airborne, and unable to dodge. She slammed him into a wall, and followed up with a leaping kick while the effects of her power still coursed through her.

Madcap rebounded off of the wall as though he were made of rubber and ducked beneath her incoming kick. Twisting around as he rose back to a standing position, he got a grip on her from behind in the same moment her foot hit the wall. Heaving, he hurled her down the length of the hallway.

Calm. She had to be calm, concentrate. Even as she flew through the air, she let her power build up inside her, then released it. With the half second of effect it gave her, she contorted herself to touch the wall with one foot, then lightly kicked it to turn herself toward the ground. She landed in a crouch, sliding from the inertia, and began charging up for another go.

Legends lasers tore into the spot where Madcap had been a half second ago. The villain sprinted toward Jamie, moving faster with each step.

Battery! Legend called out, Stop him!

She held on, concentrating. She let a deep breath pass through her lips.

Sticking one foot out in front of him, Madcap changed directions, heading straight through the wall. Plaster exploded around him.

She released her power, and for just seconds, she was strong, she was almost invincible, and above all else, she was fast. She ran forward, plunging through two walls in her pursuit. Emerging from the second wall, she came within a few feet of Madcap.

He turned on the spot, reaching out to block her strike or grab her.

But she didnt give him the opportunity to do either. Instead, she spent the rest of her accumulated power in a single burst, pulling at the metal of a nearby chair. It fell over, sliding into Madcaps path. The metal legs caught on his own legs, one sliding just beneath his descending foot. He stumbled. He exerted his power, causing the chair to crumple and explode before he stumbled any further and fell.

She heard a brief chuckle from the man as he turned to make his escape.

Legend had taken advantage of that momentary delay to get in position. He caught the villain with a laser blast. Madcap tumbled, got his feet under him and darted for cover. A laser blast turned the corner to follow and smash the villain into the ground. Legend shot him again while he was down, and the man was unconscious.

Good job, Battery. Legend spoke with a smile. Finally, huh?

Finally, she said.

I really dont want to go to the Birdcage, Madcap said. He was covered in containment foam from shoulder to toe.

Youve committed somewhere in the neighborhood of a hundred felonies, Legend answered him. I dont think you have many options.

Felonies, sure, but I havent killed anyone, and thats got to be worth something. Now, this is just a suggestion, but what if I switched sides?

Get real, Battery replied.

Im serious, puppy. You guys need more bodies on the field, I dont want to go to the Birdcage, its win-win. Im strong.

Youve spent nearly six years perverting the course of justice for others, she replied.

And now I can make amends! They had removed his mask, but his real smile was almost more mocking than the one that had been styled into the mask.

You spent the last five and a half years getting people out of the Birdcage, claiming to be against it and everything it stood for, but now youre willing to work to put people in there?

Maybe youve changed me. Your good looks, your winning personality, and your diehard persistence in the face of so many defeats at my hand.

Battery looked at Legend, Dont suppose we can gag him?

Sadly, no. And he raises an interesting idea.

Hes going to run the second he gets a chance.

There are options. Tracking devices, or perhaps Myrddin can put some countermeasure in place.

Im down for any of that stuff, Madcap said, casting a sidelong glance at Battery. He grinned, But I want some concessions.

Concessions? You asshole. You should be glad that were even entertaining this asinine idea.

I think youll find them pretty reasonable, Madcap said, more to Legend than Battery.

Lets hear it.

I think this would work best if I took on a new identity. New costume. My powers are versatile enough that I doubt anyones going to draw a connection. It also means I dont have any enemies or any paranoid customers from my shady past coming after me.

That could be arranged.

And I want to be on her team, Madcap said, pointing at Battery. He smiled. Puppy changes to a new city, I go with.

Hell no, Battery said.

Why? Legend asked.

Its funny, Madcap said. Its going to irritate the piss out of her, and Ive got just a little bit of a sadistic streak in me. If I dont channel it somehow, this just isnt going to work out. Just give me this, and Ill be a boy scout.

Boy scout? Youll be on your best behavior? Legend asked. This would be more than even regular probation.

No. Battery said.

Yes. Madcap answered the man.

No, Battery said, stabbing a finger at Legend. Ive been a damn good hero for you guys. My record is spotless, Ive put in the hours, Ive put in the overtime hours. Ive done the jobs nobody else wants to do, the unpaid volunteer crap, the patrols at the dead of night when nothing happens. This is a punishment.

Youre right, Legend sighed, It would be a heavy burden for a good heroine. So its up to you. You decide if Madcap joins the Protectorate or not. I wont judge you if you say no.

But you think I should say yes.

I do, if it makes us stronger in the long run.

Battery looked down at Madcap, and the villain offered her an exaggerated pout, his eyes large, his lower lip sticking out.

Fuck me, she said. Youre going on paper as the one making the call, Legend, and youre taking the hit if this backfires.

Thats fair.

Yes! Madcap grinned.

Ive died and gone to hell, Battery muttered. It was everything shed become a hero to prevent. A villain evading his rightful justice. But she knew it was for the greater good. They did need more heroes out there.

I already have a name in mind for my goodie-two-shoes costumed self, Madcap grinned. Youre going to like this one, puppy.

Youre going to have to stop calling me that, Battery warned him, Or your identity as Madcap is going to become public knowledge, fast.

Madcap rubbed his chin. Maybe. Ill agree to stop if you accept my name.

She sighed. I already know Im going to hate this.

Youll love it. Assault. Get it?

It took her a second to process. No!

No? But its perfect. Well be a pair! People will know from the second they hear it.

The connotations are horrible! No! Youre not allowed to change the intent of my name like that!

Fine, fine. Point taken. Puppy.

Battery looked at Legend, Can I maybe get a raise, for putting up with this?

The leader of the Protectorate folded his arms. Something can be arranged.

It can be a coffee, Assault told her. Or a beer after a night of patrols. Nothing fancy, low stress.

Low stress? Youre forgetting the part where Id be spending more time in your company than I have to.

Hon, you need to unwind. Relax. Youre too rigid, and I know for a fact that you havent had a boyfriend or a girlfriend in the two years Ive worked with you.

Stop implying Im into women, Ass.

Well, you know, you keep turning me down, so it kind of makes a man wonder.

Ive been too busy, and even if I did want to date, rest assured, you would be my last pick for company.

So hurtful! He pressed one hand to his chest. Look at me, Im like a knight in shining armor, now.

A wolf in sheeps clothing, more like.

Arooo.

Miss Militia stopped in the doorway. Need rescuing?

If you could put a bullet between his eyes, Id owe you one.

No can do. Miss Militia offered her an apologetic grimace. You okay, though?

Im okay, thanks.

Miss Militia headed on her way, and Assault smiled, Listening to her, youd think every second in my company was torture.

Oh, youd be surprised, Battery retorted. She turned and topped off her cup of coffee, finishing the pot. Assault stepped in and began preparing the next pot. It would have been a nice gesture if it werent for the smug look on his face.

Come on. Give me a chance. Let me know what it takes to get one night of your company. Tell me to bring you a star in the palm of my hand, or slay a dreaded Endbringer, and Ill get it done.

Youd just find some loophole and bring me a plastic star or kill an Endbringer in a video game, which would only give you an excuse to harass me further.

Then think of something else. Anything.

Battery sipped on her coffee. Anything? Armsmaster was looking for volunteers for some unpaid work at one of the primary schools. I already said Id do it.

You do all of that crap, Assault rolled his eyes. Itd be admirable if you werent trying so ridiculously hard at it. Its like youre trying to make up for some wrong you think youve committed.

Battery frowned a little.

The grin dropped from Assaults face. Hey, seriously?

She shook her head. No. No wrong committed, real or imagined.

But the way you looked just now-

She interrupted him. If you come on this errand with me and do part of the speech for the kids, Ill maybe consider possibly going out with you for lunch someday.

Excellent! Assault grinned.

He strode off, looking like hed just won the lottery.

She smiled. If he only knew this was her shot at some clean, innocent payback. The squealing, screaming grade schoolers, all fighting and pulling on your costume and demanding demonstrations of powers and constantly asking questions.

And hed have to put up with it.

She would relish this.

And caught out little suck-a-thumb.

Snip! Snap! Snip! The scissors go;

And Conrad cries out Oh! Oh! Oh!

Assault read from the book of poems, and every one of the ninety kids that sat around him were leaning forward, eyes wide.

Hes so good with kids, the librarian murmured.

Of course he is, Battery said. Maybe there was a hint of bitterness in her voice, because the librarian gave her a funny look.

She plastered a fake smile on her face to assuage the womans doubts.

both his thumbs are off at last! Assault finished.

The kids squealed in delighted horror.

Pain in the ass, she thought. If I were reading that one theyd all be crying.

Batterys phone vibrated. She excused herself from the librarians company and checked the display.

Customer wants product hand delivered by known parahuman. Package waiting in your apartment. Second task. -c

Cauldron had sent it to the phone the Protectorate gave her? To a number that only the Protectorate had? Did that mean something?

She deleted the message. It would be easy enough to handle. If the recipient wound up being a villain at a future date, shed stop them, put them away. This would just be a delivery.

Assault caught her eye and a slow smile spread across his face, as the little girl in his lap read some of the next poem. The look was smug, sly. He knew exactly how much this was irritating her.

Jackass, she muttered.

But she couldnt stop a smile of her own from spreading across her face.

The glass in the little window of her front door was shattered. It fell on her feet as she pushed the door open.

Ethan! Battery called out.

Youre okay, Ethan said, as he came down the stairs. He was still in costume. Only a single cut marked his cheek.

I didnt know where to find you, and since the cell phones dont work anymore, and you werent at headquarters, I thought Id come here.

I know. I thought much the same thing, but I came here first.

Youre okay?

Im okay, puppy.

She punched him lightly in the arm. She didnt resist as he swept her up in a painfully tight hug.

We should go on patrol, he said. This is going to be bad. Theyre kicking us while were down.

Right. Patrol together or apart?

Together at first, assess the situation.

Okay.

A courier dropped this off for you, he pointed at a small envelope on the hall table.

She saw the undercase c on the front and felt her heart sink.

Puppy?

She picked up the envelope and checked the contents. A slip of paper, blank on both sides.

A joke? A reminder? The last one had been two years ago.

Lets go, she said, crumpling it in her fist. She charged up and ran, and Assault crossed a similar amount of distance with his long and powerful leaps.

She covered more distance with the start-stop motion of charging and running than she did just running, but it made for a halting progress where Assault simply continued forward. He made some headway on her. She knew hed stop at some vantage point to wait for her.

As she stopped to charge, she felt a tingle from her hand.

The note?

She spent the energy of a charge, but she didnt run. Again, that tingle. She used her ability to manipulate electromagnetic energy and focused it on the note as she smoothed it out.

A pattern emerged: simple black lettering. A second after theyd appeared, the paper started to smoke.

She had only a few seconds to read and process the message before the paper ignited.

Siberian and Shatterbird are to escape the city, and our business with you will be done. Thank you. c.

The burning scraps drifted to the road around her, but she only felt cold.

Every action had its consequence.