Eating her piece of pizza with a childish smile, she shrugged her shoulders, as it didn't seem so important to her.

"I am just trying to help. Could be here with Crusaders or elsewhere. I don't make big plans for the future you know. When you do, you usually find alot of people trying to destroy what you build, or steal it. Not all evil are supervillains. I think if world is going one day to be destroyed, it's not by a villain's fault, but by the good people who stares at and do nothing to stop them."

"Inaction is an easy sin." He offered her his hand with a silly bow. "Then I'll ask you to be my reminder to always be a man who answers the call to action." He was enjoying acting silly for once.

She gulped the last remnant of pizza in her hand, and sipped the wine out of her glass, and extend her hands to him then, with a silly smile

"Sure thing ! Why don't you start by pouring me more wine, action man ? Then pick up some music to have a nice tune welcome the other and entertain us while we wait for them."

He took her hands, twirled with her until she ended up in a bridal carry. Physically he was a normal man but as something unseen wrapped around her middle, upper and lower legs, he could clearly handle her.

"They would be here by now if they would be coming. They are not even close, so I'mma guess they are at the police station. While having you all tied up as we dance the night away is tempting, we may need to catch up."

"We are, after all, past time to meet up over there." an extra pizza and a bottle lifted up and trailed behind him. "I'll have to think of all the excuses to have you over."

She laughed. With a crystal clear and genuine way, her perfect perl white teeth enlighting her model angle face.

"Dancing all tied up ? I'd call that wiggle, at best. but maybe that's a concept to launch on YouTube. Anyway, beside the silliness, and the fun we can have, we should also gather up our intel, and try to find out what is going on with the Crushers and the Crusaders. Any thought about it ? "

He did indeed dance with her all bound up from the hips down. A ball room dance of a kind, slow and graceful as he pondered. "I enjoy a good wiggle."

"So far as I can tell they are dancing to the strings of another. I didn't pick up their mentalist so they had likely been off sight. It makes me think they had split plans. Was there any know member not present or was the whole gang generally there?"

"Yes, I guess you're not the only one who does.." she answered mischeviously, after his comment on wiggling. and offered an embarrassed smile, as it obviously reminded her about something.

"I started the investigation with Street Demon, Nighthawk and Good Guy. To me, all the rest of you guys are newcomers..."

He smiled, she seemed more lovely when embarrassed. He even shared that sentiment with her. "Hopefully we will be around a nice long time." he tilted his head side to side. "Good guy is pretty much the only one not on my radar as he was Central the whole time. He never really paused for long doing anything."

"Though that does made me wonder if I should have probe the minds of all the other bad guys over there. Kinda need a warrant for that though."

"Know if they have a head boss or answer to a central figure?"
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Although neither the gleam of headlights nor the sound of a motor indicates the fact, someone arrives and rings the doorbell. When the door is opened, the woman at the door says "Hatter!" and "Knockout!" with great excitement and zips into the room. Her perky, athletic appearance is the kind of counterpoint to Knockout's statuesque beauty that accentuates the latter's good points without losing any of its own strength. The only thing detracting from her appearance is the, somewhat large, backpack she wears (possibly in lieu of a purse, which she does not have).
"Oh, thank goodness for pizza! Flying around burns up so many calories you wouldn't believe it."
Around a large bite, she asks, "So? Where's everyone else?"
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Hatter twisted and lifted Knockout gracefully up in a move straight out of the dirty dancing movie as he let Impulse in at range. He wasn't shy about being seen dancing so silly with Knockout. She was beautiful, witty, and hopefully adventurous.

"Still not here. I think the offer to the police station got the better of the guys. Al well, they can seek the glory and I'll dance with the ladies. Better company anyway." He let Knockout lead if she wanted to keep dancing or stop.

"The goal was to get everyone checked out before heading to the cops as the Shrew had clear and undeniable signs of a mental block put there by a mentalist."

"Knockout has already been given a clean bill of health. Not even a wrinkle in that lovely mind. If you consent I can look for you as well. As a mentalist I cannot give evaluation without clear consent."

"After that, it's a quick debrief. Teas in the kitchen island. Wine on the right, beer in the fridge."

Impulse says, "oh! I guess I was expecting something more formal. I always hated the debrief after the mission. Of course, most of the time I was flying the mail plane, anyway."
"If you want to look around in my mind to see if I've been tampered with, go right ahead. But don't dig too deep, you can't fly much for Uncle Sam without getting SOME classified information, and I never kept track. So if you read something you shouldn't know, just forget about it, ok?"

It is near 4:30am.
Everything is quiet. Googguy hangs out in the living room with a few police officers in plain clothes while a squad car patrols the neighborhood. Doctor Patrovich is probably asleep in the bedroom.

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Hatter, Impulse, and Knockout eat pizza, drink coffee, tea, or whatever while they informally discuss the events of the night.

So it was the night going on. With so sign of fatigue or lassitude from the blonde bombshell. She could just eat pizzas, dance or discuss till the end of the night, and still feel fresh the next morning.

"Well, it seems we are only by ourselves. I thought the whole group would meet to make up a plan for the following investigation."

Hatter toned down the music that was playing in his head... Out loud, and walked over to Impulse. He was smiling ear to ear as he rather enjoyed dancing with Knockout.

"No need to worry, takes time to rolladex a memory. Won't go past twenty four hours. Going to make physical contact now." You knew how to deal with female military personnel. A hand on her shoulder and a feeling like a good scalp scratching and he had already finished a simple mind scan. "Solid bill of health. If you like I'll pull you in on the mind link. Though if you want me to install mental central heat and air that takes a bit."

He smiled. "Either way I think it's getting late. Guest rooms are down the left hall. You're safe and welcome here."

"And you are always welcome in my home." He gave Knockout a mischievous smile.  "I'd say that was one improvised date down. Though I'd still like a formal date I gotta say, you've damn near knocked me out."

Casa Del Sombrero

Apparently, only three people showed up for the informal debriefing. Where Streetdemon went is questionable, but his attitude suggests that he would avoid contact with the police, in any case. Nighthawk has similarly vanished, and Predator may have felt his presence unnecessary as the fight was over when he arrived. Everyone heard Detective Broyko suggesting they show up at the police station in the morning, but where will they go from here?

After a good night of sleep, in sheet that weren't hers, but in a guest room, Brooke woke up and quickly grabbed the sheet to drag herself to the bathroom and shower. Minutes later, wrapped in a towel, she emerged and walked to the kitchen, in order to see what kind of coffee, tea or breakfast even she could grab. her shiny red armor awaiting for her in the guestroom.
She'd be ready to go to the police HQ once armored, and able to drive Hatter and Impulse there if they wanted.

"Morning." Hatter had only managed a few hours sleep. He had to swap power sources on his drones before the new day. "Power bars are left cabinet. Most everything else is in the fridge. Your copy of the camera drone feed is on the coffee table." cereal ranged form granola to count chocula, never know who would stay.

"And how are you this morning?" He was turning around with an itty bitty drone.

Allyson hadn't stayed up long, her habits drifted towards early nights and equally early mornings. By 6:30 she was out jogging the neighborhood. As soon as Hatter appeared conscious, she thanked him for his hospitality and put her flight suit back on. "It would probably be best if we staggered our arrivals, so I'll just head out now if no one minds."
Out the front door, Impulse zips into the sky headed to the rendezvous as the police station.

"I'm great! I slept like a baby. We should hurry for our meeting at the police station. Need a ride ?"

SHe was soon sipping heer coffee in a row, and rushed herself to equip her armor, readying herself for a day of superheroism.

"Good, you're always welcome here." Hatter nodded as he reached over for his mask. "Sure. It will be a rather interesting day today." He made sure to take an umbrella from the closet to complete his look.

Police Safe House

Darryl knocked on the door between 4 and 5 am, hoping to be admitted to talk to Goodguy. At Goodguy's expression, Starre shrugs. "you weren't that hard to find, and a little bird told me about the safehouse. Any chance you can carry me with you when you teleport back to Police HQ? Otherwise, I'll have to start back now to get there on time."
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Police Safe House

Goodguy nodded to Darryl, "I figured as much. At the site, everyone knows who owns the building by the names on the permits. I don't think the police would lie about it, so how well hidden could it be."
"Yeah, I can take you there. Apparently the egghead refuses to 'have his molecules scrambled by that infernal process', so he'll be taking a car. C'mon in and sit, we're taking informal turns at nodding off so someone's always watching."
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At another Time and in another Space Drifter wonders how many paperclips he has used waiting for Kal'El.  Bored of the chain he starts to draft a documentary based on what he knows of the Kents. From the time the meteor landed on their property and including the super dog and super horse of course.  Talk about divergent evolution or the lack thereof.

What would Darryl Starre do if he ever got his hands on it?  Treat it like a sci-fantasy most likely.
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Having seen that the situation at Manning Enterprises has been settled Drifter will try finding where the action currently is.  Easy enough thing to do, just ask a Police Officer if I can get ones attention.  Time to try and Lift a Shop then, that tends to do the trick.  It is just so silly to watch.  Far easier to find the closest one on a street map.

Drifter has been examining the site for about ten minutes when the first one approaches him. The waif couldn't be more than four, and the strident voice crying "ROBBY! WHERE'S ROBBY?" suggest that he's further afield than usual. But that doesn't stop the tyke from looking at Drifter and asking "ahnt yew eh cwusadeh?"
Whatever Drifter's answer would be is drowned by a piercing scream which is quickly followed by even more language homicide as a woman rushes towards the boy mouthing, "plissdoanhermabebbeeplissdoanhermabebbeeplissdoanhermabebbeeplissdoanhermabebbee."
As a crowd begins to form, mostly of fellow autograph seekers asking Drifter to sign their books, t-shirts, and a bicep (there's also a Gray's Gym in the complex), a squad car pulls into the complex. The uniformed officers exit the vehicle and approach Drifter. They explain that Detective Broyko wants them to offer rides to the station for anyone that helped in last night's incident.