Goodwill:
"Goodwill, yeah," Gil confirmed nodding. The guy was tall and scaly, and even had horns. It was impressive, to say the least. Gil had never seen anything quite like it. "Or Gil Woods. 'Goodwill' is mostly just for the papers. They like the flashy names. Sells copies, I think.
"You must be Scorchy Scales," he said, inadvertently making the name sound like a cousin to Soupy Sales. "And that must be Silver Streak. This little fella here is Scraps... making me odd man out, I guess."
"Gentlemen... and Scraps... I'm Lieutenant Norman Caswell, the daytime shift lieutenant of this, the 28th precinct... We got this letter 6 days ago." He hands over a piece of paper with words cut out of magazines.
ATTENTION POLICE
ON SATURDAY AT 2:30 I WILL BE BREAKING THE BLUE DRAGON OUT OF YOUR JAIL.
FEEL FREE TO TRY AND STOP ME WITH WHATEVER AWESOME SUPER HEROES YOU CAN SCRAPE UP.
ALSO YOU CAN INVITE THE MEDIA.
SIGNED,
AN AWESOME superVILLAinESs
"As you can see, she couldn't find "supervillainess" or even just "villainess..." We think "villa" came from an ad for a real-estate property called Vintage Villas..."
"It's not Echo, either," says another officer. "She's still incarcerated in a-- well, a secret location... It's a normal cell, but the space outside the walls is filled with sleeping gas... so if this is real, this is someone new..."
"And if it's not real," says Lieutenant Norman Caswell, "well... I thought it might be nice for us all to meet anyway... just for good law-enforcement-to-hero relations... We did
not invite the media, though."