It was pretty much like any other day for Misha. Another afternoon, another attack. What was setting off all of her alarms was that these were very, very obviously Doombots. The others wouldn't quite catch the significance until they got closer to the threat and realized it wasn't some twisted villain's attempt to throw them off with the face of their first enemy, but in fact narcissism in its purest form. ALFRED was set to tap into all the local satellites and measurement devices to try and locate Victor while the others went off to pummel the distractions.

"Guard up, guys," she said through the communicators. She and Johnny were on the same path to start, planning on branching out once their targets were too far away to make it feasible, the other three splitting off in the Fantasticar. "I get the feeling this isn't as simple as it looks."

"A feeling, or a feeling?" Johnny asked pointedly. Their ground had been well-repaired since her little secret had come out, but sometimes it did seem to have left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. Misha grimaced to herself and split off perhaps a bit early.

"Just be careful."

"Let's focus," Reed reminded them. "We don't know who's controlling these things or what they're up to. Head's up."