"That's really all you saw?" Miya asked the security officer standing by the wall. The bank was surprisingly slow but that worked out well. It was hard enough to get information out of people so soon after a robbery, an audience only made them clam up more.

"Sorry, ma'am," the officer said. He'd been unbelievably patient with Miya's questions and willing to talk. Even so, there hadn't been much to tell according to him.

Miya held out her hand for a handshake. "Thanks for your help." She gripped his hand, letting the touch between them linger. When she dropped his hand she turned immediately to Hannah and nodded her head towards the door. Miya's eyes flashed silver for a second before returning to their normal dark brown.

"Can you read people?" Hannah asked. The wind whipped her hair around her face, stinging her eyes. It was just an hour or two before sunset and already she could feel the chill coming from the lakes up north starting to sap the heat left behind from the sun. She thought of Claudia back at her apartment tucked onto her couch. Jealousy welled up inside her but it was her own fault for needing answers.

It wasn't until they were around the corner from the bank that Miya answered her. "People are difficult to read, but not impossible. I couldn't make out much more than he had already told me but I did catch a glimpse of Harbinger." She pulled out a notebook from her pocket and scribbled down notes in a hurried chicken scratch list. "Did you grab the pen?"

Hannah dug into her pocket and pulled out one of the pens normally attached to the counters along the teller windows. The small chain that had secured it was still dangling from the end. It had been too easy for Hannah to pull it free.

"Perfect," Miya sighed. She gripped the pen between her palms and her eyes glowed silver. "Harbinger, a bag... with a money symbol on it? How cliche and weirdly adorable. Is that a tiara?" Her eyebrows scrunched together. "The bag is full of jewelry, but he's picked up the tiara three times. The emerald..." The glow faded and she swayed on her feet a little. "That's all I can get. It's harder when the images are a few days old."

Most supers built their jobs around their hero careers, but Miya had managed to force the heroes of The Aerie to bend to her will. The ability to see glimpses of a person's past by touching items they'd touched had put them in the palm of her hand. It only took her hand on someone's ID and a vision of them dressed as their alter ego to have plenty to blackmail them with. A lot of them were lucky she seemed to be an entirely good person.

The only reason she'd been found and recruited at all had been after her work as a private investigator had become so well known it had begun to raise suspicion. Sebastian Diaz had been the one to bring her in. He'd encountered her as Crimson Sword during one of her investigations and noticed the way she handled random objects while ignoring the evidence completely. A short stint of telepathy and Moon Fox was born.

"Harbinger stealing valuables isn't exactly out of character for him, even if they are an odd assortment," Hannah huffed. She jammed her hands into her pockets, looking for her phone before remembering she had left it behind.

"It was the way he was looking at it all, as if he was going over a list," Miya mused. The pen still rested in her hand and she tapped it against her chin thoughtfully. "He went after the university next, which really is out of character for him. Besides, if he was after jewelry, why didn't he hit the jeweler instead of Criss Cross?"

"Maybe they're working together?" Hannah said.

"When have you ever known the two of them to work together?" Miya asked. They moved back to the main road, looking side to side before running across the street. The University was out of the question for that day, they'd have to be there within the next twenty minutes to look around before it was closed and there was no way they could compete with the traffic of people rushing home. Anything Miya could have gleaned information from had most likely been touched dozens of times since then anyway and would be contaminated with irrelevant images.

The jewelry store on the other hand was across the street and two shops down. The front windows were boarded up to hide the broken glass but the sign was still perfectly legible. The sign reading Trinket Emporium swung on one hinge above their heads as they walked in. A young woman was lifting pieces of jewelry from ruined display boxes and nestling them into individual velvet lined boxes.

"We are very obviously closed, come back some other time," she called to them without looking up.

Miya stepped forward unfazed and held out a business card. "I'm sorry to interrupt, I know you must be very busy. My name is Miya Kojima, I'm from Oculus Detective Agency and I was just hoping to have a look around. I understand Criss Cross stopped by."

"Stopped by?" the woman snapped. She gestured around at the shattered glass. The box in her hand nearly fell in her exasperation. "I'd say she did a little more than just stop by. The police have already been by and they found nothing just like I expected them to find."

"So it wouldn't hurt anything if I had my own look," Miya surmised. The only answer she got was an impatient hand wave from the woman who had gone back to packing up.

Glass crunched underfoot as the two incognito heroes walked across the sales floor to the back wall. The counter with the two registers stretched out along the wall to their right, the cash drawers oddly untouched.

Hannah looked them over with raised eyebrows. "She didn't take any of the actual cash? That really is odd," Hannah whispered to Miya. There was no reaction and she wasn't surprised to see Miya crouched down with her hand gently resting on a ring box. Her blunt bangs were doing their best to shield her eyes but any longer and the store owner would notice something was amiss. She cleared her throat and beckoned for Miya to stand once she caught her attention.

"No cash but a ring?" She was already adding more notes to her notepad as the vision faded from her mind. "There's definitely something here that's not connecting properly but she had that same look Harbinger had." They thanked the owner, making sure she had Miya's business card before they left.

"What did they take from the university?" Hannah asked.

"A few books, I can't recall the names off the top of my head but they weren't about jewelry appraisal or anything I'd think Harbinger would care about," Miya answered. There was a look in her eyes so different from the silver glow but just as intense. "I'll have to stop by tomorrow and find a way to get the list."

Hannah was about to volunteer herself as a helpful assistant when a familiar head of golden blonde hair headed straight for her caught her eye. Magda stopped a few feet away and looked at Hannah hesitantly. Even without her suit and the sun to power her she was drawing attention to herself.

"I should let you two talk," Miya said. Her eyes were flicking between the two at a rapid pace and she was already a good deal further away from them than Hannah thought was strictly necessary. "Try not to take down a building." She was off before Hannah had a chance to grab her as a social shield.

"Can we talk?" Magda asked hesitantly. She gestured to a small restaurant nearby. "I'll get dinner."

Food had convinced Hannah to listen but Magda hadn't said a word since they'd sat down. The looks they were getting now were making her skin crawl. Magda was somewhat dressed for an outing in her designer pants and pressed blouse. She fit in with the dinner crowd seamlessly. Normally Hannah didn't care much about what she wore but worn jeans and the tangled mess her hair had become made her feel like an imposter even if she didn't know what she was infiltrating.

Hannah poked at the last few bites of her ravioli and finally tossed her fork down. "Okay, you've held me hostage with food long enough. Say what you have to say and let's move on."

"I'm sorry," Magda whispered. She laced her fingers together on the edge of the table and rubbed a finger over the diamond ring fit snuggly onto her left ring finger. "I made a mistake, I should have stopped."

"You're sorry?" Hannah snapped, keeping her voice low. This was not a conversation she particularly wanted anyone listening in on. "You could have killed someone. If it had been anyone besides me there with you they'd be dead."

"I never meant for it to get so bad. I just get so zoned in on my goal and everything else fades out," she started to explain. One look at Hannah's raised eyebrows and clenched jaw put a stop to it. "I should have stopped," she reiterated.

Hannah sighed and set her fork aside, thoughts of eating gone from her mind. "I can't imagine you understand what you went through, what you have to deal with on a daily basis thanks to the parasite lurking around your head." She ignored the warning flash of gold in Magda's eyes. It was rare that she let the knight take enough control to pose a threat. The real problem remained Magda trying to funnel his powers in a human body, in a galaxy the knight was never intended to be a part of. "But you of all people should understand how accidents can ruin lives, even those caused by well meaning actions."

"How many more times do you plan to bring that up?" Magda snapped. The wooden table groaned under her white knuckled grip on its edge.

"Until you realize we are not living the Magda show and other people's experiences matter," Hannah leaned in to whisper. "One of these days you'll get someone killed. I don't care how much of an ass Hijack is, he's just a smart squishy human and he doesn't deserve to have his atoms shattered because he likes to steal stuff."

The check landed on the table, breaking their staring contest. "Separate checks?" he asked. The rest of the restaurant staff had clustered in groups around the room to watch them from a safe distance. By now it looked like everyone had their eyes on them, no doubt thanks in part to Hannah leaning halfway across the table.

"No, she's got it," Hannah answered the waiter. She jerked on her coat and pushed her chair in. "Thanks for dinner, I should get back to resting." She gave Magda a pointed look and left.

The sun was nothing more than a faded afterglow on the horizon. The work commute traffic had thinned out and for the most part been replaced by people out for a good time. The couples walking arm in arm made her stomach clench. Jake hadn't even been gone for a full day yet and she was feeling withdrawals. She hunched her shoulders to push through a small crowd and nearly plowed over a man doing the same thing.

"I'm so sorry," she sputtered, grabbing his arm to help him back upright. He looked alright except for the pink across his face from the windchill. It had gotten his nose worst of all and something about his raw face tugged at her. "Have we met? You look so familiar."

The man was quiet for a minute as he inspected her face and then he smiled. Perfect white teeth gleamed in the streetlight. "You're the nurse from Merifield Memorial, right?" he asked.

"Yes, that's who you are,' Hannah said excitedly. "It's so nice to see you again.... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name last time." She held out her hand and he enveloped it in his comfortably warm one.

"It's Simon. Good to see you again, miss," he answered. "On your way home?"

Hannah started to nod and managed to change it to a no at the last second. Even as someone close to indestructible there was something in her that persisted in keeping her home out of the common knowledge of men she'd just met. "Work, I picked up a shift at the hospital. Just finished up dinner with a friend so I'm heading over now. It was good to see you again, Simon." She sidestepped to head for her apartment and a chill wrapped itself around her spine when his footsteps fell in time with hers.

"That's a pretty far walk, I'll make sure you get there alright. Pretty dark out after all," Simon insisted.

Through the walk he poked for more information about her here and there, which she'd expected. It wasn't the worst company she'd had, Magda had just reached third place for that, but there was still something unnerving about it. Worst of all she had no idea how she'd be able to get home if he planned to walk her the entire way. The empty place her phone should have occupied in her pocket ate at her nerves.

Simon stopped long before the main entrance doors of the hospital and Hannah found the first familiar face she could latch onto. The pathologist was weary of her sudden friendliness but caught on fast enough when he saw her awkward wave back towards Simon.

"You are a lifesaver, I owe you lunch," Hannah whispered to him. He waved her off but insisted she call someone. Even though she left through the underground parking hunched down in the back of Claudia's car, she still felt eyes on her.