Madam Fullmoon cursed, running a hand through her hair. Bishop sat on his bed, dressed in casual attire. How he could just lounge around instead of sitting at his desk doing work, Fullmoon didn't know.

"Look at these reports!" she snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. "How long have they been sitting there?!"

Bishop shrugged. "There's a saying, y'know. Always push tomorrow's work to the day after tomorrow!"

"Bishop!" Fullmoon cursed, grabbing the reports in a tight fist.

Bishop sat up. "Something's on your mind, isn't it?"

Fullmoon crossed her arms. She fidgeted with her ring.

"The Elders could eliminate Vought at any time," she muttered. "Why do they leave them be? They're terrible, fascist assholes."

Bishop chuckled. "You're somehow both wise… and naive. Don't you see, Fullmoon? They're our little lab rodents. They think they're the ones in control. Little do you all know."

Fullmoon wanted to ask more, but she was interrupted.

"What are you two doing?!" Ashley Barrett entered the room, sweat caked down her brow.

"Good afternoon, Ash," Bishop greeted, barely moving from his spot. "Having fun?"

Ashley took a deep breath, turning to Fullmoon. "The Victoria Express has been hijacked!"

Fullmoon let out a low growl. "Come on, Bishop."

"Fine," he sighed, maneuvering water around his fingers.

Frenchie wasn't the type to believe in love-at-first-sight. Attraction, maybe. But not any true, deep sense of devotion. That only came much later.

The Female was different. He found himself drawn to her in a different way. He wanted to help her. And he wanted to protect her from that piece-of-shit Engen and his gang.

Engen turned to the Boys, wearing that classic, shit-eating evil grin. That callous smugness that made Frenchie want to knock his lights out.

"Long time no see, Butcher," Engen greeted. "Should we skip the formalities?"

Butcher returned the grin with one of his own. "Now hold on a minute. This ain't a fair fight, is it?"

"And since when did you care about something like that?" Engen retorted.

Butcher cocked his head to the side. The lights began to flash; bulbs shattered, sprinkling glass around the warehouse. The Female roared, jumping backwards.

Frenchie approached her, cautiously. He held out his hands. She stared up at him, wild fury in her eyes.

"It's okay," he told her. "Look at me. Don't worry about them."

She kept breathing, hard. He didn't even look back when the lights flashed once more. That was how the huge, imposing figure that was John Nash appeared behind him, like a looming shadow of darkness.

Frenchie and John Nash stared at each other. The huge man said nothing.

"Well?" Frenchie asked.

"Keep her safe," John Nash told him.

Frenchie was surprised by the large man's lack of hostility, but wouldn't protest. He was right. And he wouldn't waste this chance.

"Mi amor," he turned to the Female. "It's okay. We're getting you out of here."

She blinked at him with large, doe-like eyes. She looked so innocent, it was hard to believe she was dangerous. He reached out his hand.

"Augh!" Frenchie cursed, glass spilling all over him.

He looked up. Blood dripped down, landing on his cheek. He looked up, seeing John Nash, standing above him. Shattered glass stuck out of his arms, almost like thorns.

"John!" Rachel cried out.

John collapsed to his knees, blood spilling. Another bright light flashed behind him.

"Right on time," Butcher chuckled.

"I should've known you were in contact with her as well," Engen sighed. "You're sneaky, aren't you, Butcher?"

Butcher reached out a hand. "I'm always two steps ahead of you, mate."

"What's going on here?!" Annie demanded.

Her glowing eyes slowly diminished as she gazed upon on the crowd. Frenchie felt a warmth in his hand; it was The Female, grabbing onto his. She was gazing at John Nash, her breathing intense. Her grip on Frenchie's hand was growing a little too tight for him. But he let her hold on.

"Nice to see you, Annie," Engen greeted, his voice sly.

"You two know each other?" Annie asked, looking between Butcher and Engen.

"We're old pals," Butcher snided, "ain't that right?"

"Something like that," Engen tilted his head. "Anyway, Annie… thank you for coming. I have a little question for you."

Annie glared at him. "I'm sick of your games!"

"This is no game," Engen said. "It's real life. Lucky your boyfriend isn't here now."

"Forget about them," Frenchie told the Female. "Let's get out of here."

Frenchie, the Female, and John Nash moved outside. John Nash suddenly turned into a small, plush-like figure, miraculously free of his injuries.

"Close one," Frenchie chuckled. "But, if I must ask, monsieur… why did you protect us?"

John Nash stared at The Female. He dipped his tiny head.

"She's been through enough," he said.

Meanwhile, back on the train, Ihwa was having her first taste of being a 'hero'. That included beating people up, which… wasn't really any different from what she usually did. Except, she did it with a flashier coat of paint.

Hughie was hiding under the table, keeping a watch out. He was nervous, but Ihwa noticed he was keeping an eye out, too. Turns out, he was a extra pair of eyes.

Most of the criminals on board didn't interest Ihwa that much. She only had an eye on a couple of them, one of who was a cowardly hero, and the other… the madman behind the train robbery.

She had already taken care of his lacky, Scar. Now, joining her on the roof of the train was the leader himself - Tokata, surrounded by glowing, green power.

He lunged towards her, furious that she had harmed his 'family'. However, she wasn't particularly impressed by how he used his gift.

"I'll take it for myself," she decided.

The two fought, trading blows, slashes and kicks. Scar joined in as well, despite his injuries. Ihwa was mildly impressed by their teamwork.

"Stop!" a voice called.

It was Hughie, climbing onto the rooftop. A scrawny man was right behind him.

"Tell them what you know," Hughie said.

"Bareknuckles ran away…" the man whimpered.

Scar and Tokata glowered at each other. Now that the hero they had come to find was gone, they had no reason to stay on the train.

"The Hero Clan will be here in an hour," Hughie told them. "You really think you can take them on?"

Scar and Tokata promised revenge, before taking off in a fancy car.

"They'll be coming after you," Hughie told her.

"I'm hungry," Ihwa whined. "And I didn't get their gifts, either…"

Hughie groaned. "You're welcome."

Suddenly, the train began to shake. He let out a cry. It began to slow; he grabbed onto Ihwa's arm to prevent a nasty fall.

At the head of the train was none other than Bishop.

"Welcome to Cloud Garden!" he declared.