Dateline: Wednesday, April 29, 1981, 7:02 AM, Pacific Daylight Time.

"Hello, Mr. Black? Yeah, I can't come into work today, my brother and I are moving into our new house today."

"All right, Violet, but I expect you to be at your desk bright and early tomorrow morning, clear?"

"Crystal clear, sir! See you then." Click. "All right, troops, this stuff isn't going to move itself!"

"What stuff?" asked Kim. "From what I heard from Dash, this house came with furniture, so what from here do we need to take with us?"

"Our clothes, for one!" Violet scolded. "Oh, and our record player."

"Record player? Why do you still have that archaic thing?"

"It was our mother's," said Dash. "She gave it to us when she bought a cassette player. Oh, and I think you need to see this, dear."

Dash escorted Kim to his room and pulled out the box where he kept his firearm. Dash was expecting his girlfriend to be shocked at the sight of his gun and scold him the way Violet had. So, he was astonished when Kim responded the way she did.

"Whoa, this is one amazing pistol. How long have you had this?"

"About a week now."

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

"Uh, I didn't think it would be an issue."

"Have you, uh, used it yet?"

"No, I haven't needed to."

"Let's hope that it stays that way." She took the gun from him and returned it to the case. "Okay, so what else needs to go into the house?"

"Let's see, the kitchenware, whatever's left in the fridge…"

"Wait a minute, Vi," José interrupted. "Are you sure we're going to need all that rotten junk in the fridge?"

Violet thought about it for a moment. "Eh, maybe you're right."

Just then, there came a knock at the door. Instead of waiting for the door to be opened, Mr. Von Braun simply barged in like he owned the…wait, never mind. "So, is it true? Are you moving out of my building?"

"No, we just like to pack up all our stuff one or twice a week," Ashley smarted off, "just to see how many boxes it takes."

"Well, I suppose you'll want the 295 dollar security deposit back," Mr. Von Braun continued. "In spite of how badly you've damaged the apartment…"

"Damage, us? No, sir!" Dash protested. "The back burners on the stove were missing when we moved in here! Those cheeseburgers were always on the toilet!"

Violet turned to her brother. "What cheeseburgers, Dash?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what cheeseburgers, Dash?"

"Cheeseburgers? Who said anything about cheeseburgers?" Dash nervously shifted his eyes from left to right.

Violet gripped the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "Never mind the money, sir. It's clear that you need it more than we do now."

"Damn straight! After you and your do-gooder band chucked my weapon into oblivion, I'm going to have to do some major purchasing!"

"Huh?" José said. He didn't know what on earth Mr. Von Braun was talking about.

"Oh, that's right!" Ashley said, "I never told our new members who Mr. Von Braun really is! Well, I guess now is a good a time as any." And she told them everything. The shock of the truth made Kim liquefy involuntarily. José just screamed.

"Hey, listen, Jurgen," Ashley said, "we have too many people to live in this dinky place, so we have to move to a more spacious location. So, you see, sir, it's nothing personal, it's just business. No hard feelings?"

"Think nothing of it," he answered. "Frankly, I wished you would have moved out as soon as I found out who you guys really were. Although, it was nice to use your very rent check against you!" He laughed an evil laugh…for about three seconds, then he started to cough and wheeze.

"Hey, relax, sir," Dash consoled. "Save it for the fight, okay?"

Mr. Von Braun took a few deep breaths, then when he felt better; he slunk off back to his apartment.

"Okay, we have everything packed up, let's load up the car and get going!" And they did.

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Later that same day, at 927 New York Avenue…

"Wow, this place is fantastic!" Kim shouted a little louder than she intended to.

"Okay, Kim," Violet said, "I'm sorry we left you out of the action last time, but now that you're a superhero, your identity is your most valuable possession, and you need to protect it."

"Do run-on sentences run in your family or something?"

Violet sighed. "Just what this team needs, a grammar stickler. Anyway, you're going to need a super suit, and I know just where to get you one." Violet picked up the phone and dialed you-know-who's number.

"All right, E, now that we have a full team…"

"Your team is full already?"

"Yep, we have five members, the maximum number allowed by the NSA…"

"But I thought you were planning on having your little brother join?"

"Jack-Jack is too young anyway, and besides, when he is old enough to get licensed, he'll be mature enough to go solo. As I was saying, I think we're ready for those team uniforms you suggested two weeks ago."

"Yes, yes, of course darling. I have been waiting for this. José needs a new suit anyway, one without the noose."

"Oh, no, E, José's suit is fine. The cape is Velcro-ed on, and it will rip right off in a pinch. He showed it to me once."

The phone fell silent on Edna's end. "Hello? E, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here, and I have so much work to do! Oh, about the new member, I'll need her size and her powers."

"Huh? Last time we did this, you insisted on meeting Ashley. What's going…"

"No time for that, darling, I must begin immediately! Come on, size and powers, chop, chop!"

"Uh, she can turn into liquid at will, and…" She eyeballed Kim from the other room, "I think she's a size 8."

"Excellent, thank you, I will call you when they are ready, okay? Okay, bye-bye Python." Click.

As soon as Violet hung up the phone, it rang again. "Huh, that's funny." She picked it up. "Hello?"

"This is Mirage, just checking to make sure the number you gave me yesterday was correct."

"Yeah, it is."

"Oh, and one more thing."

"What's that?"

"Your car is ready for you."

(A/N: I know what you're thinking, and you're right. This wasn't the best chapter, by a long shot. Hey, they're not all gems people; some of it is filler. Ever since I had Mirage hijack their car, I've had the hardest time picking out the right time to return it. I think I may have to take another nap before I keep going. I'll see you when I see you, I guess.)