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Most of the time, patrolling is a dull, uneventful affair, somewhat akin to the Ankh-Morpork City Guard ringing their bells and calling "All's well!" at night.
Sometimes, it's not.
Dauntless was not expecting to run into two unpowered Asian gangs (Japanese and Korean? that's what it looks like at a distance) duking it out in the middle of the street. Granted, it's the evening, and it's not quite the most well-frequented of streets, but still.
He decides to call for backup, not because he wouldn't be able to take them on, but because he's supposed to do that whenever confronting another parahuman or a large number of non-capes, at least until he graduates. He turns the comm on and describes the situation—a bit over a dozen people on each side, arguing and brandishing blunt weapons and in some cases guns—then waits and watches.
He—
—seems to be gone.
The darkness makes Dauntless uncomfortable, but he doesn't move. No new copies of the Mover appear.
"Sprayers fall apart when I run them," Velocity says ruefully. "We can call in the PRT; they'll take a few minutes, though."
"Rogue?"
"I can make a foam sprayer appear, or pretty much anything. It's getting him to be in a single body for long enough to count that's the problem."
"Don't have to illuminate much space. He may've already run off, though."
"If we illuminate anything again he might just think—correctly—it's a trap, though, and not come back anyway."
"I don't have a finite supply of whatever, I could try setting an automatic trap around any illuminated areas that automatically foams them."
"...Sounds good. You want to handle the light on your own too or should I fix a streetlight?"
"Uh, sure."
"Great, don't squeeze it too hard, though." They leave the smoke thingy with the Ward and start setting up a strange device out of pieces that appear out of thin air—or were they there all the time? The effect's confusing.
Sort of Miss-Militia-and-then-some. Lorica watches the proceedings with interest. A robot is poised to repair a light. "Say when."
No teleporter.
"Damn. Worth a shot. I'm going to fix the other lights unless that seems like a bad idea."
"Well, he could be waiting for you to do that to appear and go all stabby-stabby again, if he expected this was in fact a trap."
"When I'm reporting in," Velocity says, "what should we call you, new cape?"
Still no teleporter.
No one can see Lorica roll her eyes as her robots resume their normal flocking behavior.
The smoke device as well as the trap thingies start disappearing. Dauntless goes check on the unconscious gang members.