The socially awkward villain's furry superpower

"Alright, girls." Sienna clapped her hands twice, and the five little heads turned to her.

Her sisters were still with Sam, but the three of them were currently pestering several Humanitarian Relief Force (HRF) agents with questions. She also noticed that Trinity had stolen one of the agents' extendable batons and was stuffing it into her bag, which was printed with dollar signs.

Sam was supposed to look after them, but the older sister looked exhausted. "We need to go back," Sienna said.

She looked past her sisters at the cordon set up by the humanitarian aid team in the middle of the street. The media were still there, and it looked like everyone from the surrounding neighborhoods had come out.

She couldn't help but wonder if these people were all stupid. If humanitarian aid teams were here, it meant that some kind of fight had probably just taken place.

Do they really want to get dragged into a fight? She could understand the journalists a little better; after all, filming and reporting is their job.

“They’ve been approved to leave,” Allison said to Sienna. This agent, more focused on logistics, was easily overlooked; she was too quiet. “You’re ready to go anytime, boss.”

“Thanks.” Sienna waved to her sisters. “Hurry up, we have a ton of things to do before the day ends.” It was already past eleven, and she had class at twelve, a full fifteen minutes’ drive from the campus. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t have time to shower before class.

The sisters ran over and surrounded her. "We even sirens!" Trinity said.

“Sirens aren’t for honking, you idiot,” Teddy said.

“I’m going to knock you on the head!” Trinity retorted.

“You two stop arguing, stop being so annoying. Learn from me and be good,” Athena added.

“Girls,” Sienna said, her tone carrying a hint of warning. This worked; the girls immediately quieted down, allowing her to continue. “I… I’m under a bit of pressure right now, okay? Can we just go home? I have so much to do today.”

She saw all five of them nod, and Sienna smiled, patted Trinity's head, and then, noticing the envious looks on her other sisters' faces, patted each of them on the head as well.

Sam gestured towards the crowd gathered on the other side of the cordon. "Won't it be difficult for us to get over there?" she asked.

“They would have to be incredibly stupid to stop so many masked people,” Sienna said.

"So that means it's possible? I'm not really willing to bet on how stupid other people are."

Sienna sighed, then turned to Allison, who was still standing beside her. "I'm so sorry, could you please give us a ride? Just along this street, take us somewhere away from... uh, away from them." Sienna pointed towards the crowd.

Allison adjusted his glasses and glanced back at the van parked nearby. "I think we can arrange it, no problem. We have the procedures in place to get our heroes who are assisting us to places where they can change clothes and conceal their identities."

"This happens frequently, so you have a corresponding procedure?" Sam asked.

“Some masked people are very careful about hiding their identities. We think that as long as their demands are easily met, we should try not to alienate these people who are helping us,” Allison said.

"Is hiding your identity that important?" Sienna asked.

Allison nodded toward the crowd. "There are vans from three TV stations over there. Right now, they're mostly focusing on Silver Fox."

There are many reporters outside. When their ratings and sales depend entirely on creating sensational news, you can be sure they'll sometimes distort the story to boost sales. This can be detrimental to the hero.

“Oh dear,” Sam said, “doing negative PR for some poor guy just to get more clicks, that’s pretty despicable.”

“That’s why humanitarian aid teams emphasize being friendly and helpful,” Allison said. She tapped a few times on her tablet and then looked at the vans. “That one over there, license plate 35B, will take you out of this area. You can tell the driver any address in town.”

“Thank you,” Sienna said. “And thank you for telling us all this.”

"You're welcome. If you have any questions, please feel free to call us. Or you can contact me directly; here is my contact information."

Allison pulled a business card from the pocket of his bulletproof vest and handed it to Sienna. The card only had her name and contact information, with the embossed logo of the Humanitarian Aid Force printed next to it.

An agent opened the side door of the van they were to ride in, and inside were several uncomfortable-looking benches, which somehow appeared to be particularly small.

There used to be a cage in the passenger seat, which contained a bunch of equipment.

"Alright, everyone get in the car," Sienna directed. The sisters scrambled into the car, then Sam jumped in, and Sienna followed.

The driver was already seated. He turned halfway around and said to them, "Sorry, there are no seatbelts. We operate according to bus regulations. There are handrails, and unless there's an emergency, I drive more steadily than a soccer mom being followed by the sheriff."

“Uh, thank you,” Sienna said. She sat down on a bench and found that her initial assessment of the seat’s comfort was entirely correct.

"Oh dear, today has been quite a hassle," Sam said.

“Yes,” Sienna agreed. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, knowing it wasn’t a very ladylike posture, but it was just her, her sisters, and Sam there, and besides, she was feeling a little… not tired, but rather a kind of nonchalant. “Hopefully it’ll all be worth it.”

"Your reputation will be boosted as a result. Just imagine how happy the locals will be to know that you took down a gang led by villains. This whole area of ​​the city owes you a favor."

Sienna nodded slowly. She could hear the unspoken meaning in her words.

"And we've gotten stronger," Teddy said from behind her. "Because we performed exceptionally well, we even got a skill upgrade point."

“Don’t swear, please,” Sienna said, almost as a reflex. So Teddy also got a skill upgrade point? “Did everyone get these points?” She turned to look at her sisters behind her, and they were all nodding.

“I got one,” Trinity said.

“Me too,” Athena said. “We’ve all become stronger and more powerful now!”

"We can fight the bad guys even more effectively now!" Teddy cheered.

Sam laughed, then leaned behind the driver. "Could you take us to Elm Street? There's a little shop there."

"Is it that little shop with candy all over the wall?" the driver asked.

"Do you know that place?" Sam asked.

“I live here too, you know that.”

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, can you drop us off behind the shop?” Sam asked. “From there we can get back safely.”

“Alright.” The driver said, turning the steering wheel and starting to drive down the street. Sienna looked ahead; there were no windows at the back. The walls looked much thicker than those of ordinary cars. Was it bulletproof? She thought it wasn't impossible for humanitarian aid forces to use armored vans to transport agents.

The other agents appeared to be packing up, with several groups huddled together, clearly idly wandering around, since nothing interesting was happening at the moment.

The deployment felt like an entire army (though she estimated it was only thirty or forty agents) to capture a villain, which seemed a bit over the top.

However, perhaps overreacting is also reasonable. It's better than underreacting.

The car continued driving forward, and she leaned back in her seat, absentmindedly listening to her sisters chattering and laughing in the back, telling silly stories.

If she really intends to challenge this city as a villain, then she might end up facing a situation like this. What options does she have?

They had guns, stun guns, wore bulletproof vests, and helmets. Their equipment was extremely sophisticated. Moreover, they were trained to use this equipment effectively.

Her sisters... hadn't received any proper training at all. But she couldn't say that to their faces; they had already done their best.

The van stopped, and Sam reached over Sienna and yanked open the door, startling her. "Hurry up!" Sam said, jumping out.

Sienna quickly got out of the car, followed by a group of her sisters.

"Thanks, sir!" Trinity called out to the driver.

The driver smiled, waved, then shifted gears and drove off.

Now, Sienna and her friends were standing at the entrance of a small alley, next to a quiet little shop on the street.

“My car is just a block away,” Sam said. “Should I keep doing this good deed, or should we call it a day?”

“I think,” Sienna said, “let’s call it a day.”