Genosha. She’d heard of the place while spying on several of Joseph’s assistants during her time trapped in the Mirrorverse. Now she was free she’d investigated a little more and learned of it’s full construction and purpose. It would be a neigh impenetrable fortress if she attempted to sneak inside. But there was no need; they had so many open doors for her to step through, or rather, windows.

Evan stepped out of a window and into the research room she’d spied while looking through the city. She’d seen some of her technology here, tracked using Joseph’s own software; if nothing else the bastard had been meticulous in keeping track of where his weapons ended up. This particular one emitted a wave capable of deflecting light, helping those hit with it become invisible for a time. 

And it didn’t belong to anyone but here. 

She looked around, sure the room was empty before walking forward towards the device. Eva laid a hand upon it and sighed; this was supposed to be used to help people, not fight wars... “What did he do to you?” she asked quietly.

Pretending to be an average human civilian was much harder for the Martian than it might have appeared at first glance. She’d walked to meet her friends for brunch, already much more time consuming than flying, only to discover that it was pouring outside at the end of the meal. M’gann weighed her options carefully and decided, out and out lying to herself, that she well and truly enjoyed the subway. Casually, she walked down into the damp, dirty station and swiped her pass.  

The train was late, as usual, and crowded when it did arrive. So crowded that she was pushed against several people and, most brusquely, face to chest with a man much taller than her. “Sorry,” she apologized, trying to push back a little on the person behind her to give them a little breathing room. Failing that, she shrugged sheepishly and tried to be patient as the train moved on its way. 

She suddenly realized that her long red hair was draped over the shoulders of the man behind her and he was petting it. Running his fingers over it. Stroking it. This was a nightmare.