"All right, here we go," Marisa Jacobs said, sitting down at her desk. "First day."

She glanced up at one of the posters on the walls, that announced in large, friendly letters that A Child With Powers Is Still A Child, then logged in to her account and brought up the calendar. "Let's see…"

Marisa stopped, and frowned.

She scanned down the list of meetings and scheduled events, checking each one one at a time, then went to the next day.

Then the day after that.

After checking two full weeks, she switched to the list of people in the local office and their individual roles.

"Morning, boss!" James Utna nodded, then frowned. "Boss? You look… worried. Something up on the first day in a new office? The coffee machine's over here if that's the problem."

"I'm not surprised that I look worried," Marisa replied. "I just went over two weeks of my schedule, and it's just about all legal meetings and PR outreach events."

"...so?" James asked. "What's the problem?"

"I then checked everyone else in the office," Marisa went on. "There's twenty people working here, so that took the time since I came in, but… nobody here has a scheduled meeting with any cape in the city in the next two weeks."

James looked blank.

"Mr. Utna," Marisa said. "Please tell me you see the problem here. This is the Brockton Bay Youth Guard office. We have a budget of well over three million dollars and twenty people working here. There's only about half a dozen Wards in the local team, sure, but there's also Panacea, Glory Girl, Shielder… and we're supposed to be open to meetings with Rogues like Parian, like the members of Faultline's Crew… like villains, for that matter. But we should certainly make time to meet with each of the local Wards at least once a week – in the Savannah office I was permanently assigned to Solar Flare until she hit eighteen and aged out of my remit, and we had meetings three days a week while I spent the rest of my time acting as her advocate."

She folded her arms. "Nobody here is assigned as Vista's advocate. Nobody is assigned as Panacea's advocate. Nobody is even meeting with the Protectorate to make sure they haven't noticed a problem. Why is it that nobody in this entire office is doing what the Youth Guard's job is?"

Now James looked like he could vaguely sense something overhead, dropping towards him at a rate of knots.

"Mr. Kimberley said that we should have an open door policy?" he tried. "That we shouldn't bother underage capes unless they came to us or unless we became aware of a problem…"

"Mr. Utna," Marisa sighed. "Are you telling me that an office of twenty people was spending most of their time sitting around, discussing how to look good to the public, and waiting for a chance to sue the PRT?"

"Isn't that our job?" James asked. "We're supposed to prevent the PRT taking advantage of young capes…?"

"That's only a part of our job," Marisa said. "And not a very important part. If all we did was sue the PRT whenever they did something so egregiously wrong that the public noticed, we would not need fifty thousand employees nationwide."

She groaned. "All right, there's two ways to do this, and I know which one I'd prefer. I'm going to ask for people who want to shift to being dedicated advocates for individual underage capes, but anyone who doesn't want to do that can continue being involved with the admin side… we're going to need it, because right now I think every underage cape in the city is going to need a personal advocate assigned to them, and that's going to mean a major expansion."

Then Marisa chuckled. "At least we've got the office space… which probably means I won't be able to complain to head office about how Mr. Kimberley spent the budget for the last few years on that instead of his job."

AN:

The Youth Guard is, per canonical statements, an extremely large organization (about 50,000 people, five per Ward in the US) and has a lot of funding (it has a higher donation saturation than all charities combined in our world).