You are whisked away by the powers of your fellow novice heroine...

"Normally I prefer to get around by motorcycle. Very agile and maneuverable, and thanks to my gifts and diligent practice leaping off, I don't have to worry much about wipe outs." Nightingale says to the two of you. "But although two people can fit, I don't think three would. And besides, there is a certain... someone in my life that I've made very important promises to, and I don't want photographers taking pictures of anyone on my cycle with me holding on to me. Not even other women." She gives a huff and glances at the couch where some errand spots of cum from La Petite Mort's messy porn video have landed. "Some people in the League just cannot control their impulses for five minutes..." You see her muttering something to herself, but oddly, you can't hear it at all, even though your hearing benefits from the same 'six times better than normal' standard as all of your attributes.

"Anyway. Since there is no time pressure, I think that you girls should show me what you can do in one of the most vital skills for an urban hero: running across rooftops..."

"Oh!" You respond to her. "Yeah, I betcha you'd be real good at that ma'am, on account of how you were an unauthorized vigilante up 'til a few months ago."

Nigtingale gives you an irate glare, but you're just confused. "What?" you continue. "That's public knowledge, ain't it? Long as the bad guys get their butts kicked, I don't reckon I can see why it's so important if a heroine is registered or not."

"Ahem." Nightingale says. "The idea is that it is to keep heroes from doing irresponsible and immoral actions that the public and civilian authorities might not necessarily be willing to hold them to account for." she gives Magik Knight a hard look. "Whether or not the leadership has the best priority in choosing what rules to enforce or which standards of conduct and..." she looks at you and the other young heroine's skimpy outfits, "...decency they choose to enforce is not for me to say. Let's focus on the matter at hand and get moving. Do some stretches and do your best to follow me over the rooftops. I won't use my grappling hooks, so you should be able to keep up."

You grin. Running! You like running. Magik Knight, however, makes a sour face and purses her lips. "WHY do we need to do that, Nightingale? I realize I've only been in costume for a few months now, but do you not know that I can teleport? I am far more powerful than that tiresome altar boy Whole Glory. I can do as many as five at once, no problem."

"I've heard of the way your teleportation ability works from your brother, MK." Nightingale says sternly. "I want no part of it unless absolutely necessary. In fact, with such risk-prone abilities, I think both of you should avoid using your powers except for emergencies. Beside the risk, leaning too heavily on a single superpower can make heroes complacent and lazy. You need to learn how to get around the city at night, defend yourself, investigate a crime scene, and perform surveillance on your own. A lot of you 'millenium girls' trying out this year seem to think that being a hero is nothing but non-stop thrilling battles, daring rescues, and applauding crowds. But you're never going to last long enough to get to that if you neglect the 'boring' basics."

Magik Knight takes a deep breath. "Yes, I'm sure we have so much to learn from you, Nightingale. But as you can see..." she puts up one of her smooth, shapely legs on the table, pointing to one of her sultry thigh-high black boots... both of which have elevated heels. "...I did not come dressed for this 'training' of yours. I think Petite Mort kept some tennis shoes in the closet here. It will really clash with my look, but I suppose it's night, and we're not really going into action anyway. You go out with Lynn and warm up."

Ah. This is it. When Nightingale nods, seemingly glad she's not getting any more backtalk, and walks out, you go to follow her... but in mid-step, you imagine being in two places at once again. The second time around, splitting off a copy of yourself is still painful, but less so, and so much faster and easier.

Of course, the copy of yourself starts walking back in towards M.K. too. And then, the copy gives you an annoyed look and puts her hand against your chest, squishing against your sizable left tit, and points back towards the doorway and Nightingale. You blink dumbly and them give her the 'ok' gesture. Oh well. If you try and tell her that you are the real Lynn and she's just a copy, it'll just start trouble.

After a few minutes with Nightingale doing typical stretches and you bragging about some of your past feats of speed, you go back in to check on M.K... and find that both she and your copy are gone, much to Nightingale's frustration. You, of course, plead innocent and claim to have had nothing to do with it.

"Never you mind." Nightingale says. "I was trying to look out for that foolish girl. There are a lot of these barely-out-of-high-school 'heroines' in town that are getting in over their heads, and the way the League sends them out onto the streets without chaper- I mean, without guidance or protection makes me think they want it that way. Shameful. If Magik Knight is determined not to have my help then I'll go find a heroine who does. Steelman can't say that I didn't try. When you see her again, tell her that she's on her own. And tell yourself that, too."