"The facehunter program has been scanning security cameras, public CCTV footage, and tourist photographs globally since the escape - and now we can confirm it was an escape. These were taken over the last month in Rome, Goa, Santiago, Adelaide, Cape Town, and Singapore."

Dragon sent a command from her suit and the images appeared in the air above the tinker tech table around which Piggot, Renwick, and the local Protectorate members were seated, slowly rotating so that everyone could see them. They would also appear on the screens of the Directors who were attending the meeting remotely.

The images showed two women against the backdrop of the different cities. In one they were sitting at a table having gelato in Piazza Navona, in another they strolled casually down Orchard Road. One of them was likely a teenager, but tall for her age, with dark curly hair, wire rimmed glasses and a serious expression. The other was shorter but looked to be in her twenties. Her hair was short and brown, very different from how she had worn it as a celebrity. Probably no one would make the connection unless they were specifically looking for her. Unfortunately, Dragon had been ordered to do exactly that.

In all the pictures the older women was smiling broadly, enjoying the atmosphere of the cities and positively skipping with happiness. The younger one seemed more reserved, constantly watching her surroundings with some wariness. In the last image though, her companion was pulling her by the arm through a busy marketplace and a small smile played across her lips.

"Was any action taken to apprehend them?" asked the Director from San Diego.

Before Dragon could reply, Chief Director Costa-Brown cut in "Yes, local authorities were alerted about a parahuman fugitive, but I ordered Dragon to withhold specifics. Needless to say, Canary's escape is not to be publicized. Anyway, it seems it was futile."

"Who's her companion? Some kind of Stranger, getting her through airports and official checkpoints?"

"Unlikely. The last two images were taken within 3 hours of each other; no conventional means of transportation would allow for that. Our working hypothesis is that her companion is a teleporter of some capability, who was also responsible for her escape. Jaunt."

There was a moment of silence as the PRT Directors and attendant capes processed this. Teleporters were rare enough, let alone those with this sort of range. They were crucial for Endbringer battles, and could be the deciding factor between failure and victory - in so far as one could ever achieve 'victory' against an Endbringer. The fact that this one might have broken into a facility meant to keep the most powerful parahumans on the planet from both breaking out and breaking in made her all the more dangerous - and valuable.

Deputy Director Tagg from Chicago spoke next. "How certain are we that she was responsible for the breakout? If she's breaking people out of the Birdcage she's a goddamn S-class threat. Even Strider isn't capable of that. We know she's in Brockton Bay at the moment, so we can take action to contain her now."

Piggot replied. "We can't take action against her right now. She's helping with the Slaughterhouse Nine situation, there's a truce in action. Besides how would we even hold her? Even if we could surprise her with a tranquilizing agent, we'd have to keep her sedated. If our estimations of her abilities are correct, the minute she's conscious she'd be out of her cell and halfway around the world."

"And what do we know about her, precisely? She's unmasked here, have you been able to find civilian identity? If there's family, we have leverage to pressure her to come in."

Dragon felt the familiar discomfort at being commanded to do something she had moral qualms about. The PRT wouldn't publicly unmask a cape, but they weren't above using revealed personal information against them.

"Yes. I've identified her as Taylor Hebert, 15, native of Brockton Bay, parents deceased. Her mother died in a car accident in 2007. Her father died a few months ago during clashes between Empire Eighty-Eight - a local gang - and the Dockworker's Union at which he worked. Given the timing of Jaunt's arrival on the cape scene, she likely triggered shortly after. She remained in foster care for another week before disappearing. Armsmaster?"

Armsmaster tapped out a few commands on his tablet and another series of images and videoclips appeared above the desk and on the screens.

"The first confirmed sighting of the villain known as 'Jaunt' was at the Brockton Bay Central Bank a few months ago. Security footage shows a figure in a balaclava appearing first inside in the bank lobby at 2:15 AM and then disappearing and reappearing in the bank vault. She didn't trip the perimeter alarms, but the vault alarm did go off. She disappeared with $15,000 in cash ten minutes before the police arrived. After that, it appears she left Brockton Bay, and possibly the country.

The next time she resurfaced was when she broke into the Guild Tinker Masamune's workshop and escaped with multiple items. We suspect that she was hired for the job by Toybox. After that was the Birdcage incident. At the time, we were not certain who was responsible, but Jaunt was on the list of potential suspects, and I began investigating her. It appears she returned to Brockton Bay when the news broke that the Nine were in town. She showed up to an unofficial meeting of local capes - alone - and volunteered to help."

"And yesterday she killed three of them. So, what, in a few months she's gone from orphaned schoolgirl to supervillain mercenary?" asked Piggot.

"She does appear to have taken to a life of crime rather well." Assault coughed awkwardly, "Objectively speaking." Both Armsmaster and Piggot glared at him, and Battery punched him in the arm, decidedly not gently.

"In any case, Miss Militia, you've interacted with her in the field multiple times over the last few days. Did you observe anything about her powers? Usage limitations? Refractory period?" asked Piggot.

"None, as far as I could tell. She's fast - enhanced reflexes, maybe? She killed Cherish by porting behind her and then to a thousand feet straight up before she could be mastered. She doesn't need line of sight, just an idea of the target location relative to herself. Her ports can take her alone, people and objects she is in contact with, or everything within a radius. And she can choose whether or not to preserve momentum. That's how she got Mannequin, and Shatterbird. Apparently she ported several kilometres into the air with a hemisphere of concrete and earth, and then jumped to right above them when it had reached terminal velocity. It left an impact crater."

As she spoke, Armsmaster tapped his tablet again and one of the images expanded. It had been taken yesterday, with his helmet camera, and was of fairly high quality. A tall figure leaned against a wall nonchalantly with her arms crossed. A fitted black jacket with a hood that shadowed her face. Dark curls spilled out of it, and a domino mask was barely visible from under the hood. She wore black trousers, military boots and oddly, a messenger bag. It was slung behind her, the strap fastened diagonally across her jacket with loops at the shoulder and hip to keep it secure. A thigh holster with a handgun and knife completed the surprisingly intimidating picture.

"I don't think I'd be exaggerating when I say that she saved my life - and many others' - multiple times during this morning's altercation. Just baiting Crawler away like she did saved hundreds of civilians." There were murmurs of agreement from the other capes as she finished speaking.

Costa-Brown nodded curtly. "Very well. And do we have any idea what happened with Crawler? There have been no sightings of him, and that's as dangerous as knowing exactly where he is."

Miss Militia shrugged. "From what I saw, he followed her onto the freeway, she ported onto his back, and then they disappeared."

"Actually," interjected Armsmaster "I might have something on that. Although this might be hard to believe. I received these images of the Mare Tranquilliatis less than ten minutes ago. They were taken by the Australian Astronomical Observatory and the Kodaikanal Observatory. In a few hours, NASA will also attempt to confirm that they're accurate."

For a second time, there was complete silence. Assault was the first to break it.

"Is that… is that the Crawler on the fucking moon, Armsmaster?"

"It appears so. The images are a few hours apart, and he hasn't moved, but that does not confirm that he's dead. Incidentally, he's not far from Tranquility Base, where Apollo 11 touched down."

"What. She ported him to the fucking MOON!? How?"

"It appears her range is greater than we previously thought. If she jumped back immediately she wouldn't have been exposed to the environment for more than a few seconds, which is theoretically survivable. Well, no longer theoretically. And there's one more thing I should mention."

He slid a plastic rectangle onto the table, which scanned it and immediately formed a large holographic replica in the air. The picture on the front of the object showed six people standing on a street that folded up behind them - vaguely reminiscent of how Vista's power. At the bottom of the image was the word "inception" in red all-caps.

"This box contained an Earth Aleph film. One that was never cleared for release on Bet. It was found after a raid on the Merchant base last week, during which Skidmark was taken into custody. He claims to have bought it for an exorbitant sum from a Toybox contact… who said he received it as payment for a tinkertech coat from a teleporting cape named Jaunt."

Everyone stared at him, still not getting it.

"I sent the laserdisc to the Transdimensional Trade Authority. They confirmed its authenticity. And that it was never sent through. The exact location of the Aleph-Bet portal is a closely guarded secret, and anyway the portal is barely large enough for a communications cable to pass through. This is a hard copy of that film."

Everyone was still staring.

"She may be able to dimension hop."

Seemingly coming to a decision, the Chief Director nodded to someone out of frame and then spoke. "First, we have confirmation from Eidolon. Crawler can be considered neutralized. Second, whatever Jaunt's current rating, revise it. Mover 12. Third, if any of you come in contact with her, you are to inquire whether she will be attending Endbringer battles. A second teleporter more powerful than Strider is an invaluable asset, even if it's only for the logistics of bringing in capes and supplies. We will pay her if we need to."

"We still haven't discussed her intentions," said Tagg. "She broke a dangerous Master 8 out of the Birdcage, what's her endgame here?"

Dragon brought up another picture on the displays. Taylor Hebert's awkward 12 year old smile, captured by a middle school photographer.

"I might be able to shed some light on that. After discovering her civilian identity, I managed to gather various school reports and personal documents, including a diary she discarded when she left Brockton Bay. I've had PRT psychologists analyze them and produce a profile.

Essentially, she was bullied extensively and ignored by authority figures, both at school and at home prior to her trigger. There are other factors which are relevant only to the Brockton Bay PRT which I will discuss with Director Piggot later, but she has reasons to feel resentful towards the PRT and the Protectorate. I believe she may have felt a kinship with Paige Mcabee, who she - and many others - believed was in a similarly unjust situation.

After her father's death, she was on the run and without allies. Her power gave her a unique sort of freedom, and I think on some level she still wanted to be heroic by rescuing someone in need. I think she broke into the Birdcage because she needed a friend."