At the New Warriors' base, several members were holding a meeting. The topic was still the state of public safety in the Bronx.
"Another person embedded within the Ten Rings lost control yesterday," Speedball Robert said worriedly. "Luckily, we found him in time and dragged him into an empty alley. The explosion wasn't too large and didn't alarm the crowd, or it would have been a disaster."
The other members sighed in unison. Scarlet Witch, their strongest member, and Jarvis, who possessed the most intelligence, had gone to other universes to gather resources. The remaining young heroes lacked the means to handle such incidents and were scrambling to cope, exposing many of the team's problems.
"I think we should come up with a complete emergency response plan to—"
Night Thrasher had barely gotten that far when a phone began ringing. Everyone looked toward Wanda, seated at the far end of the table. Wanda froze in surprise, then pulled her phone from her pocket.
Miss Witch's tone was full of apology. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to put it on silent. I'll just... wait, it's Doctor Schiller. I think I should take this."
Wanda stood, waved to the others, and answered the call. As she walked out, she said, "Hello, Doctor. What's wrong? Oh, I see. Then I'll come over in a little while."
"All right, but what do you want to talk to him about? That guy is pretty annoying, and he has a terrible temper. Unless there's a reason, I rarely go see him."
"Of course, Doctor, I'd be happy to help. It's just that he always asks for the moon. If he says anything rude... of course, I trust your character. All right, then... bye."
Wanda hung up before she had even left the room, then returned to her