~*T*~

"Really," Rune whined.

Harry just looked at her.

"Woodland BDUs and Zorro masks," she shook her head, "What kind of team wears such dumb costumes?"

"The world's biggest, meanest, best-funded gang?" Luna asked.

"Eh," Rune made a wishy-washy motion with her hand, "Without the Zorro masks. And they've gone to shoot-me blue."

"See, perfectly fine costume," Hermione said. Unlike the rest of them, her uniform had a name tape, which said "Dallon."

"How can you show off what your powers are?"

"By doing things?"

"And you don't want to stand out from the crowd, really. Being a big, obvious target is asking for a sniper," Luna said.

"Eh," Rune sighed, "I don't like it, but if it's the team uniform, I'll wear it."

"Why do I need to be healed?" Cricket asked, her voice buzzy from the electrolarynx.

"Because you're too recognizable. One impossible-to-disguise former Nazi we can maybe get away with, two is pushing it. Unless you're willing to be black, or boys, you're gonna have to lose the scars."

"Japanese?" Cricket asked, touched one of her kama.

"Maybe Chinese, with a pair of butterfly swords?" Luna asked, "No, they're used almost entirely differently. Hmm."

~*i*~

"Eun-hye," Hermione greeted the younger of the two, "Min," then the older.

"Hermione," Min said, "Could I get you some tea?"

Hermione nodded, "Things are going well for you?"

Eun-hye nodded, "I look like myself in the mirror, my short term memory is better, and I haven't set my keys down somewhere I can't find them for days," she smiled up at Min, who had the teapot, and waited for it to be set down, "And Min's been getting prettier every day."

Min blushed, looked down, picked up her teacup to hide behind.

Eun-hye laughed, played with the long white ends of her hair, her roots think, black, and short, "Will the white fall out? Or hang onto the ends as they grow?"

"So far some of the white falls out, and a little bit of it stays, the hair changing color as it grows out."

"So if I braid it I'll end up with a little tuft of white at the tip?"

"For a while, anyway."

~*i*~

"Redhead, with freckles, and green eyes," Rune said. She leaned back against the van, which now sported a taxi medallion, and a phone number: 1(101)328-7448.

"What shade?" Luna asked. She was also leaned back against the van, where she waited for Taylor to get out of class.

"Anne-with-an-E orange. And gobs of freckles."

"I'm pretty sure that could be accommodated."

"Oh, good. I was thinking that if I pretended that I was a tinker instead of a shaker, that'd help."

"Hmm," Luna nodded, "That might, indeed. Strap things with blinky devices before lifting them?"

"Yeah, and limit myself to a single vehicle."

"The Great and Powerful Turtle," Luna nodded.

"What?"

"You wouldn't have read those stories, but the frame is an alien virus was released over New York in 1946. Most people who catch it "draw the black queen," and die. Some are mutated, but gain no useful powers, jokers, and some pull an ace, developing a strong, useful power without too much mutation. Most of the stories were written, and set, in the 1980s. One of the aces was the Great and Powerful Turtle, who was a really strong telekinetic, so long as he was in his shell."

"Oh?" Rune asked, a little confused.

"His first shell was made out of a VW Beetle, but his later shells were more turtle-shaped, and armor plated."

"Interesting," Rune smiled widely.

"Can you hydroform with your powers?"

"What's that?"

"Reshape metal by pressing it, either into a form or out from flat, with water or other fluid. There's youtube videos."

"I don't know."

"If you can bend and form thick steel, I know where you can find a lot that no one will complain about," Luna looked to the north east.

Rune followed her gaze, thought a moment, then nodded, "I think you're right," she was silent a moment, "Call me Anne, it'll go with the hair."

~*i*~

Harry walked out, finally. Sophia was walking close to him. Emma was walking even closer to Madison.

"Lord's Street Market at 1530, we'll be chasing unpowered and Merchants,"Luna said.

Rune, Anne, nodded, and walked off.

Luna skipped over and pulled Harry into a kiss.

~*i*~

"We," Hermione complained, "Have been spending entirely too much time on things that aren't sex."

"Isn't the boy supposed to complain about lack of sex?" Harry asked. He leaned over to rub his shoulder against hers.

She smiled, "You don't complain. You made polite enquiries when we were working on our NEWTs and hadn't had sex in two and a half weeks, but you never complained."

"Well, to be fair, he got through, ""Could we have," and might have started an s sound when books were falling and clothes were flying," Luna said.

"We've never gone more than a week without before or since, but I much prefer at least twice a week."

"Fucking Nazis." Harry agreed.

"No," Luna said, "No fucking Nazis. At all. We haven't had the discussion about fucking teammates, though."

"Not interested," Harry said.

"Sophia's interested."

"Eh, she's pretty. Too much work: if they're not interested, you've got to convince them, if they are interested, they're probably gonna become crazy stalkers."

"Most people are pretty sane, and perfectly able to have sex with someone without going nuts," Hermione said.

"If you want to, go for it, just make sure I know so I can help clean up or move bodies if needed."

"I'm not going to have sex with anyone without both of you helping!" Hermione said firmly.

"I guess I'm willing, if you want," Harry said eventually.

"What he said," Luna glanced at the dash, then turned the van off, and they climbed out.

~*T*~