Amidst the backstreets of a city at night, Wonder-Red sat at the edge of the roof of a building, his black mask removed. Sky blue eyes looked down at the item on his knees. At the time, Red wondered where he went wrong as a leader. He sighed at this prospect. All he knew was that there was a fight between them when things got bad. The next day, Luka had quit, reducing the squadron back to one-hundred.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "If I did anything wrong...I'm sorry..."

There was the sound of beeping and he looked behind him. A familiar floating robot was hovering to him.

"There you are!" it said. "We were wondering where you went."

"P-Star," he said with a slightly depressed tone.

The robot caught his voice and began to compute a possible response. An upgrade given to it allowed it to better understand emotions. However, it was taking time, and there were some things it couldn't comprehend. After a moment, it asked him what it thought was the logical question to ask.

"Is something wrong?"

"I'm still thinking about Luka leaving the team," Red answered. "I keep thinking it's my fault. Luka was working hard...maybe so hard, he eventually couldn't multitask. I don't really know for sure."

"I think everyone starts to change one way or another," P-Star advised. "We'll just see what happens for now."

Red let that sink in for a moment. The robot soon got an idea and brought up a screen displaying a location on a map.

"There's actually a concert by one Amber Sunglow going on tonight," it offered. "Do you want to go check it out?"


After some prodding, Red agreed to go with P-Star to the concert at Blossom City's stadium. As it turns out, the rest of the primary members were also there, taking some time off to see the show. A stage was set up in the center of it all, everyone getting prepared to see Blossom City's rising star.

"She's an idol?" Will asked.

"Yes," Mariana answered with some envy.

"Dude, she became an icon at fourteen!" Eliot told him. "They call Amber Sunglow the next big thing!"

"...Once someone who sang for others to hear," Krishna began.

"Now she is la étoile!" Jean-Sebastian added.

"Da, my children love her music," Ivan brought up.

Cheers soon came from the crowd.

"The show is starting," Momoe reminded them.

In came a teenage girl with honey-blonde hair tied into two ponytails and dark blue eyes. She wore a purple dress to match the background behind her, white tights, and violet Mary Janes with a small faux white rose on each shoe. On each arm was a bracelet, one lined with pearls, the other gold with a simple diamond on it.

The band began to play and once she started singing and dancing to this upbeat music, everyone was drawn to it. Will began to note her perkiness on stage making the others clap along. It wasn't long until he was doing the same, his mood gone away for the night.


The girl in question was finally done with her performance and headed out of the stadium. She was greeted to fans and paparazzi all over her, in which bodyguards had to stop from getting too close to her. Once she was in the limo, the car drove away from the scene.

The blonde looked out the window of the limousine with a bit of sorrow. It was one of those nights again. A few times, she found herself wishing for something more that she didn't have. It was true that being a celebrity means you had fame behind you, but there was also negative publicity as well. One wrong move and she could be painted as a selfish girl.

It was around this time she saw Will changing into his Wonder-Red outfit and being picked up by the Virgin Victory. She took note of this with interest and watched while the car went by him.

"Miss Sunglow?"

The celebrity, Amber Sunglow, turned to find a woman in black, which was the source of the voice in front of her. This was her agent, who was normally the person she talked to on a regular basis.

"Was there something of interest to you?" she asked.

After a moment's deliberation, she giggled.

"It's a secret," Amber told her.


Her agent soon noted that she was happy when she saw a certain someone on the news a couple of days later. Whenever the Wonderful Ones came up, she was more than eager to ask for more information. Amber was getting into the heroics of the Wonderful 100 day by day and she was soon hooked.

Walking down the sidewalk of Blossom City, she got her wish of meeting the man she wanted to see again when he bumped into her. The two fell onto their rears on the sidewalks, Will's glasses going askew. Amber took note of this and smiled.

Once they stood up, Will quickly straightened his glasses.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry," he hastily apologized. "I didn't mean to bump into you!"

She just kept a smile on her face.

"It's all right," she told him. "Your secret's safe with me...Mr. Wonder-Red."

If anyone else could see his eyes, they'd be wide with surprise.


Onboard the Virgin Victory, Wonder-Red alerted the others to what had happened to him earlier.

"Sacre vert!" Green exclaimed. "Amber Sunglow knows who you are?!"

"I don't think she knows my civilian identity," Red told him. "She must have saw me change into my costume, though."

"If word is revealed of the rest of our identities, then disaster could befall the team," White predicted.

"Then what's say we do a little digging of our own?" Blue suggested.

"Ah, Blue...so short of a fuse," Green noted. "Of course that, too, can blow up in your face, non?"

"Hey, I haven't even started my master plan yet!" Blue countered.

He turned to Wonder-Black.

"Hey, Black, see what you know about Amber Sunglow," he instructed.

Wonder-Black looked up from his game and turned to Red.

"You heard the man," Red told him.

Putting his video game system aside, he fished out a laptop from his bag and turned it on.

"The plan is blackmail, dudes and dudette," Blue began. "If we learn something she doesn't want the press leaking out, we could easily keep her mouth shut about this whole thing."

"That's sinister, Blue!" Pink said with joy. "I approve."

"No, no! It is not fun, da?" Yellow tried to dissuade.

"Juichi: An eye for an eye," White quoted. "That plan will not go well, Blue-san."

"...Got something," Black told them. "Real name: Sienna Kaye. Started singing at ten, born to a family of musicians. ...Hasn't done anything to lose her fans yet."

"Police records say she's clean, too," Blue noted.

"What is she? Little miss perfect?!" Pink asked in anger, upset at a possible chance for jinxing her.

"Blackmail's out of the picture," Red told them sternly. "As team leader, I'm going to confront her myself."

"What?!" everyone else asked, clearly stunned that he was going to talk to a celebrity.

"If all else fails, we'll wipe her memory clean," he continued. "A big icon like her can easily expose us as well. Diplomacy comes first."

"You are no fun at all!" Pink fumed when he left.