Grue shook Wraith’s hand firmly, and the group celebrated with cheers and high fives. “Hell fucking yes,” Regent whooped, his grin audible in his voice. “Brockton Bay’s own boogieman, an Undersider. This’ll be awesome.”

Wraith snorted. “You’ve got me on board. What happens now?”

“Don’t know, to be honest,” Grue said. “We haven’t gotten to this part before.”

Tattletale spoke up. “How about we go our separate ways for now, catch some Z’s, and we’ll meet back here in the morning? Then we can show you our place, give you the rundown, and get Rache caught up. Plus, we need to tuck Regent in before midnight, or else he gets cranky.”

“I do so need my beauty sleep,” he agreed playfully.

Wraith nodded. “Sound good to me. Time?”

“Let’s say 10 AM,” Grue suggested. “That work for everyone?”

“No complaints here,” Wraith shrugged, while Regent gave a thumbs up.

“Ten it is,” Tattletale announced with a clap of her hands. “We’ll meet up here, then give you the grand tour.”

With that, the group went their separate ways into the night. Grue and Regent walked off in one direction, while Tattletale waved Wraith farewell before heading her own way. For her part, Wraith stood still – she had her own express route home. She went invisible, took a breath, and closed her eyes.

That Wraith could teleport was common knowledge; what wasn’t common knowledge was the range in which she could teleport. As she focused on her power, she felt it expand like an invisible net. In her mind’s eye, she could “see” an almost ghostly map of the city stretching out in all directions. It was as if she were looking at Brockton Bay from above, but with an awareness that extended out from her, becoming blurrier the further from herself that she tried to focus.

Within this mental map, she could perceive her possible teleportation points – rooftops, alleyways, and everything in between. These appeared as glowing areas, while her invalid destinations – walls, and areas that were otherwise obstructed – were darker spots. The farther from her current location, the fainter and less distinct the bright spots became, until they eventually fizzled out altogether.

All in all, if she really pushed herself? She was looking at about ten kilometers that she could jump instantly.

With a thought, Wraith vanished from the docks, reappearing in an instant in her bedroom. The sudden change in scenery was jarring, even with her experience – one moment surrounded by rusted warehouses and salty air, the next feeling the warmth of her house and the carpet under her boots.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself from the lingering disorientation, and got changed for bed. As she lay under the covers staring at the ceiling, her mind raced. Equal parts anxious, equal parts excited, the weight of what she’d just done was starting to settle in: she’d basically just set her future as a career criminal in stone.

Evie couldn’t help but chuckle. God, what she’d think of herself if she was still a kid. Needless to say that she never thought she’d be a cape, let alone a villain. Heck, she still had that bobblehead of Eidolon on her shelf. Now, though? This felt right.

She slept easily that night.

---

The morning sunlight filtered through Evie’s curtains, filling the room with a warm glow. She stirred, stretching languidly as her consciousness slowly returned. For a moment, everything was normal – it was just another day. Then she remembered her meeting last night, and what she had to do today.

Right. The whole Undersiders thing.

Evie glanced at her alarm clock – 8:36 AM. That gave her some time to get ready, but she’d have to deal with breakfast with her parents first, and the minefield of conversation that came with it. With a sigh, she swung her legs out of bed and strode towards the closet.

Halfway through pulling on a t-shirt, she realized she hadn’t even considered the proper attire for this meeting. How did this work with supervillain teams, exactly? Was she expected to go in plainclothes, or…?

She slid open her nightstand drawer, retrieved her burner phone, and started tapping out a message.

You – sent at 8:39 AM
in costumes for today?
603-555-0126 – received at 8:40 AM
LOL no. ur good to come in whatev

Worked for her. She caught a glimpse of herself in her bedroom’s standing mirror as she finished pulling socks on. Same old Evie as ever – blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, a few inches taller than average. Nothing about her screamed ‘supervillain.’ And that was the point, wasn’t it?

She made her way downstairs, following the smell of coffee and eggs. Her mom was at the stove, while her dad sat at the table, reading the morning newspaper. Today’s headline: “BAD BOYS BUSTED – A NEW WARD’S DEBUT!”

“Morning, sweetie,” Evie’s mom called over her shoulder. “Sleep well?”

“Better than usual, actually,” Evie replied, sliding into a seat across from her dad. She poured herself a glass of orange juice.

Her dad looked over from his newspaper. “I didn’t hear you come in last night,” he said, his tone tinged with parental concern. “Out late again?”

Evie’s heart skipped a beat, but she tried to keep her face neutral. “Yeah, sorry. Lost track of time, is all.” The lie came easily.

Her mom placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her. “Sweetheart, we’ve been over this. Brockton Bay isn’t like Hamilton. You can’t be staying out after dark.”

“I know,” Evie sighed. It was a balancing game, this; she had to evade the conversation quickly, without her parents feeling she was being dismissive. “It wasn’t on purpose, I promise. I’ll be more careful, okay?”

“That’s all we’re asking,” her dad said, and he buried his head back in his newspaper, content to leave the issue alone.

Evie would have to be more careful with these late nights, she realized.

As she ate, her parents started talking about their plans for the day. Evie half-listened, her mind elsewhere. When she found a lull in the conversation, she spoke up, eager to get out the door.

“Right, I figured I should mention,” she said, as if she was only just remembering something. “I’m gonna be meeting up with some friends today. We’re working on a group project.”

That got her dad’s attention. “New friends?”

“Sorta?” Evie hedged. “I think so, at least. We’re all at the same table in History class.”

Her mom beamed. “That’s great, honey! It’s nice to see you getting out there.”

Evie smiled. It was all she could do to stop herself from snorting with laughter. “Thanks.”

If only they knew.

“I should probably head out soon, actually. We’re meeting up at 10.”

“Got your phone?” her dad asked.

“Upstairs,” she answered. “I’ll keep it on when I’m out.”

Her father nodded, and Evie felt a palpable sense of relief as she excused herself from the table to get ready. She hated how it was necessary to keep secrets from her parents, but such was how things had to be with supervillainy, no? The whole New Wave thing didn’t really work on both sides of the coin. Not unless you were Rachel Lindt, but that was another story altogether.

When she got to her room, Evie took her backpack off its hook on the back of her door, and started gathering her gear. Phone, other phone, and might as well bring some cash, too. Then there was her costume, stuffed underneath the bottom shelf of her dresser. Tattletale did say she wouldn’t need it, but… well, couldn’t hurt to bring it just in case.

She paused a moment on her way out, looking at her Eidolon bobblehead. Evie picked it up, gave it a little shake, and smiled wryly.

“Hope I don’t end up throwing down with you,” she whispered.

With that, she placed it back on its shelf, and bounded downstairs. Her parents were still at the table, her mom enjoying her coffee while her dad perused the sports section.

“Heading out now,” Evie announced, slinging her bag over her shoulder and walking to their entryway.

“Have fun, sweetie,” her mom called to her from the kitchen. “And be safe.”

“Always,” Evie replied, and then she was out the door.

The morning air was crisp, a contrast to the stuffy atmosphere in Evie’s home. Her neighborhood was quiet. Save for the distant rumble of traffic, and the chirp of the occasional bird, all was calm. One could be forgiven for thinking Brockton Bay was a nice place to live, if they went by this snapshot of the city.

Evie took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air, trying to ease the butterflies in her stomach. Not that she was second guessing her decision, but it was a big moment for her. Running solo was one thing; this was something else.

She figured she’d walk to the meeting spot, today. She could teleport there in an instant, obviously, but then she’d have something like forty-five minutes to kill with nothing to do. Besides, walking was supposed to be good for endorphins, or something like that. So, she walked.

The closer she got to the Docks, the more the scenery changed. Well-maintained houses gave way to run-down apartments. Trimmed lawns were replaced by cracked sidewalks. And the people, they seemed… wary, the way their eyes darted about, as though they were expecting trouble at any moment.

Evie didn’t blame them. This was Brockton Bay, after all.

As she rounded the corner onto the street with last night’s warehouse, Evie spotted three familiar figures in the distance. It was funny – even out of costume, there was something about their demeanor, the way they stood, that set them apart from the average pedestrian. The confidence.

Tattletale was the first to notice her approach, a grin spreading across her face. “Well, well,” she called out. “She’s for real, indeed.”

Evie returned a smile. “What, you were doubting me?” she asked, coming to a stop in front of the group.

Grue – or at least the boy Evie assumed was Grue out of costume – stepped forward to meet her, extending his hand. “No, but it’s good to see you again,” he said, his voice clearer now that it wasn’t being filtered behind his motorcycle helmet. “I’m Brian.”

Evie shook his hand. Again, that firm grip. “Evie,” she responded – she’d figured they were all going to share their names at some point.

“Alec,” the boy she knew as Regent chimed in from behind Brian with a lazy wave. He looked even more laid-back out of costume, if that was possible.

“And I’m Lisa,” Tattletale finished. “Now that the introductions are out of the way, we can take you to our place, get you set up?”

Evie nodded, eager to see their base of operations. “Lead the way.”

The four of them made their way through the labyrinth of derelict warehouses and buildings that made up this section of the Docks. There were some people milling about, at that time of day: a homeless man with some sort of skin disease, wearing what Evie recognized as a toque; a twenty-something guy in a tank top, rattling a can of spray paint before painting some sort of graffiti on a building’s gray metal wall; two young kids, a boy and a girl, fencing with sticks. The area had earned its reputation, there was little doubt about that, yet its people persisted anyway. There was something admirable about that, Evie thought.

When they arrived at the red brick factory, Evie thought they might’ve made a wrong turn. ‘Redmond Welding,’ the faded sign at the top of the building read, and below it was a massive sliding gate and chain mechanism. Both were clearly rusted beyond the point of use. Evie was proven wrong when Brian signalled her to enter through a smaller door at the side of the building, giving way to a dark interior.

What little light filtered into the room came through windows rendered yellow from years of neglect. Motes of dust floated through the air, visible in the sunbeams. There were some kinds of machines, some for exercise and some Evie didn’t recognize, all of which had been stripped nearly bare for parts.

“This way,” Brian nudged her, and the two ascended a spiral staircase in the corner of the factory. At the top of the stairs, Brian twisted a key in a heavy metal door. He pushed it open, and Evie’s eyes widened as they stepped into what could best be described as a loft.

The whole thing was an open layout, with red brick walls and no ceiling other than the building’s roof, supported by metal girders. The loft had three sections to it: to the left, a living room area; to the right, a section of rooms, three against each wall, separated by short walls that didn’t quite reach the ceiling; and even further to the right, a kitchen area.

The living room had two couches perpendicular to each other, one with an “L” shaped hook on one end, both facing a coffee table and a massive entertainment center. It had a massive TV, larger than any Evie had ever seen, with video game consoles spanning multiple generations creating a sprawl of controllers and cords. Massive speakers flanked both sides of the setup. Shelves lined the walls, some filled with magazines and books. Others had cases for game discs, and yet others had decorations.

The individual rooms were smaller, more like cubicles. Three doors had artwork sprayed on them: the first, a colorful graffiti crown; the second, a woman’s face with puckered lips; and the third, simplistic figures of men and women, the kind you’d see on a washroom door.

Throughout the loft, there were hints of a previous mess, as though it had been hastily cleaned before Evie’s arrival. The sound of a laundry machine rumbled from the kitchen, a basket of wrinkled clothes next to it. Pizza boxes, coffee cups, and pop cans were unsorted in a blue recycling bin, while a tied-up garbage bag sat next to it. Crumbs from previous meals dotted the coffee table.

“Home sweet home,” Alec announced, flopping himself onto the farther couch, taking up the entire thing. Brian walked towards the kitchen, the sound of a running sink soon becoming audible.

Lisa sat on the closer couch, grinning at Evie and patting the space next to her. “Not bad, huh?”

“Not at all,” Evie agreed, planting herself next to Lisa. “You guys all live here?”

“Me, Alec, and Rachel do. Brian has his own place,” Lisa explained, before pointing to the rooms on the wall opposite of them. “On that side, you’ve got Alec’s room, bathroom, and my room. Closer to us is Rachel’s room, Rachel’s dogs’ room, and the storage area. We’ll clean out the storage area so you have a room.”

Evie was almost flustered by the generosity. “I don’t—”

“Nope, not up for debate,” Lisa said, firm yet without hostility. “Trust me, it makes things way easier.”

Alec snorted, then elaborated. “Brian not having his own space means that whenever he has to stay here, he ends up having to take the couch. Times where he’s hurt, or when shit’s going down outside, or whatever. He ends up leaving his stuff everywhere and making a mess, and Lisa’s been pissed over it. Just take the room.”

“Alright,” Evie relented. “Thanks.”

The sink in the kitchen stopped, and Brian came back to the living room with a hand towel, drying his hands. “Looks like Rachel’s out.”

“Walking her dogs,” Lisa mused next to Evie. “Shouldn’t be much longer if she left after we did.”

“Mm,” Brian mumbled, walking to the couch Alec was sprawled over. “Move your legs.”

“Sit on the other one,” Alec whined. “’M tired.”

Brian sighed, picking up Alec’s legs and physically moving them into a sitting position. All of a sudden, his left leg buckled, and he had to steady himself on the coffee table to prevent himself from falling over. He stood back up, and promptly started punching Alec in the thighs, Alec grinning all the while.

Evie looked at the scene with confusion. “What’s that about?”

“Alec’s power,” Lisa explained. “Involuntary muscle movements, spasms, that kind of thing. He would’ve used it on Brian just now.”

“Oh,” Evie nodded. She could see how the power might sound weak, but that kind of thing on a running opponent, or someone with a gun? Very useful, indeed.

Brian and Alec’s horseplay concluded, Brian the clear winner, with Alec making space for him on the couch. “Well then,” Brian said between breaths, “time to give her the rundown?”

Lisa nodded, and Brian continued. “So, base payment’s two grand a month, and that’s just for being a member of the team. You get a vote in what jobs we do, you do the jobs, you stay active, you’re there if we need to call.”

“Checks out so far,” Evie said.

“Payment from our jobs gets split five ways between all of us. We’ll mostly be doing things like heists, break-ins, robberies – quick, high-value stuff. Get in, get out. No violence if we can help it.”

Evie nodded. This was all aligning with her style so far. “And the boss? When do I meet them?”

Brian looked at Lisa, almost accusatory, before looking back at Evie. “You don’t,” he said. “None of us know who they are.”

Evie raised a brow. “How does that work?” she asked. Of all the supervillain operations she’d heard of, she’d never expect to see one that didn’t even know their own boss.

“Lisa’s the one who talks to him,” Brian explained. “He gives us money, sells us supplies, asks us to do jobs. Usually, it’s stuff we’d do anyways, and he doesn’t make a fuss if we say no.”

“Like heists and robberies?”

Lisa nodded. “Like heists and—"

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of barking coming from downstairs. Within seconds, there were the clacking sounds of dog nails against flooring, and Evie found herself standing from the couch, backing up from three snarling dogs. “What the fuck—”

“Call off your dogs!” Brian yelled.

Evie wasn’t waiting. The instant the largest dog lunged for her, she instinctively reached from her power, and she was gone.

It took her a second to realize where she’d even jumped to. She was on the roof of the factory, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she panicked that she’d just teleported up there out of costume, before realizing that she was invisible.

The rooftop was flat, dotted with rusted ventilation units. A light breeze ruffled Evie’s hair, carrying with it the scent of the nearby bay. In the distance, Evie could see its glittering waters, and the silhouette of the converted oil rig that made up the Protectorate headquarters.

Below, muffled shouting could be heard. Evie’s mind raced, trying to understand what had just happened. Those dogs, and the way Brian was yelling – this would’ve been the work of Rachel. The last member of the Undersiders, the one that didn’t want her there.

Evie took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Should she go back down? Should she wait for them? Abandon ship altogether? She didn’t have the chance to decide before her burner started ringing in her pocket. Lisa’s phone number. Evie flipped it open, and took the call.

“So,” Evie said, her voice a little shaky.

“So…” Lisa repeated, sheepishness audible in her voice.

“What the fuck was that?”

Lisa sighed on the other end of the phone. “That was Rachel. We all knew she’d be unhappy about recruiting you, but I don’t think anyone expected she’d sic her dogs on you right off the bat. I’m sorry, Evie.”

Evie took another breath, her heart rate steadying. “I knew she had problems with me, but she just tried to maul me. Am I going to have to watch my back every time I’m in the same room with her?”

“No, absolutely not,” Lisa replied firmly. “Brian’s reaming her out right now. He’s furious. This isn’t okay, and it’s never going to happen again.”

Evie sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Look, I like the rest of you guys. I really do. But I can’t work with someone who’s going to try to fucking kill me the second I turn my back.”

There was a short pause on the other end of the line. “I get it,” Lisa said. “And I wouldn’t blame you if you walked away right now. But can you give us a chance to fix this? Come back to the loft, we’ll talk it out. If you still want to leave after that, no hard feelings.”

Evie hesitated. No, she didn’t want to leave, not when the rest of this aligned so perfectly. That didn’t excuse the fact that her teammate had just tried to kill her. Still, the rest of the Undersiders – Brian, Lisa, and Alec – those were people she felt she could put her trust in. If Lisa truly believed they could make it work, Evie was willing to give it a try.

“Okay,” Evie said after a long moment. “Be there in a second.”

“Thanks.”

Evie hung up and took a deep breath. She took one last look over the bay, steeling herself, then teleported back to the loft.

The scene in the living room was tense. Alec was sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other; Lisa was in the kitchen, her phone still in hand; Brian was near the stairway in the living room, his arms folded; and there, standing opposite Brian, was Rachel – a stocky girl with short brown hair.

Rachel wasn’t ugly, per se, but she was far from conventionally attractive. She wore torn black jeans, boots, and a green army jacket over a gray sweatshirt. Her face was square, with thick eyebrows. It was almost like she had a boyish look to her. Parts of her face had clearly taken some abuse, evident from scarring around her nose and upper brow.

All eyes turned to Evie as she dropped her invisibility. Rachel’s dogs were nowhere to be seen, presumably tucked away in their room down the hallway.

“Welcome back,” Lisa said with a small smile, walking from the kitchen to stand next to Brian.

Brian was next to speak up. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” Evie nodded.

Brian turned to Rachel, his voice bordering on a growl. “Apologize. Now.”

Rachel scowled, her arms crossed defensively. She glared at Evie for a long moment before spitting out a single word. “Sorry.”

It was the least sincere apology Evie had ever heard. Not that she was expecting anything particularly genuine, but Rachel made zero effort to hide her disdain for her whatsoever. She’d do this again, and she’d feel justified in it, too.

Evie figured if they were going to be working together, they’d need to settle this point before going any further.

“Do that again, and I will beat your ass into the fucking ground.”

Evidently, nobody in the room was expecting that. Brian’s eyebrows rose up, while Alec grinned, leaning forward on the couch with a sudden interest. Lisa’s eyes darted between Evie and Rachel, as though she was looking at a bomb about to go off in real time.

Rachel glared at Evie, uncrossing her arms to clench her fists at her sides. “You think you can take me?”

Evie met her gaze unflinchingly. “I don’t think. I know.” Her tertiary power flared to life on command, and instantly, she recognized points of weakness throughout Rachel’s body. “One hit to the base of your spine, and you’re screaming in pain. You’d turn around swinging, and hit nothing but air. Another blow to the back of your neck. You’re knocked over, seeing stars. You get on your hands and knees, scrambling to get up, and you don’t even see the boot that kicks the base of your jaw before you pass out.”

Evie’s expression was unchanged, intense. “So, don’t fucking try me again.”

Rachel’s scowl deepened. Her body tensed, as though she was preparing for a fight. The room’s tension could be felt, everyone waiting to see who would make the next move.

After a long, tense moment, Rachel was the one to back down first. She let out a frustrated huff, and turned away. “Fine,” she growled, as she stomped away to her dogs’ room, forcefully closing the door behind her.

Evie let out a breath, the tension in the room deflating. From the couch, Alec let out a low whistle. “Damn, new girl’s got teeth,” he said with a grin.

Brian sighed, relaxing his shoulders. “That… could’ve gone better. But it could have gone worse, too. You good, Evie?”

“I’m fine,” Evie breathed, the adrenaline leaving her system. “Sorry if I overstepped.”

“No, you were right to do that,” Lisa interjected. “Rachel respects strength. You standing up to her probably did more good than anything we could’ve said.”

Brian nodded. “Lisa’s right. It’s not ideal, but now Rachel knows you won’t be pushed around. Give her some time to cool off and things should settle.”

“Okay,” Evie said, feeling the tension leaving her body.

The rest of the morning went by quickly. Despite the confrontation with Rachel, things around the loft managed to settle into a more relaxed rhythm. Brian and Lisa showed Evie around the loft, explaining how things worked, chore rotations, and answering her questions. They cleared out the storage room, which was mostly filled with old electronics and junk. Evie insisted she didn’t need much – just a bed and some basic furniture would do – and Lisa promised they’d go shopping for some proper furnishings soon.

Later in the afternoon, the group ordered pizza. Rachel emerged from her dogs’ room long enough to grab a few slices before disappearing again. The others were sprawled across the couches, eating and chatting, while an Earth Aleph movie played on the big TV screen.

“So,” Alec said between bites, “what’s the deal with your powers, anyway? I mean, you go invisible and you teleport, obviously, but what else?”

“Those are the two main parts,” Evie replied, turning her attention to Alec from the TV. “The invisibility’s like a light switch. Either it’s on, or it’s off, and I don’t need to put much effort into it besides that initial flip. Teleporting’s more complicated. I can’t be seen while I’m doing it, otherwise it just doesn’t work, for some reason. The invisibility usually means that works out fine, though.”

“That’s not all though, is it?” Lisa said with a knowing smirk. “There’s something else. The way you threatened Rachel earlier, that wasn’t just bravado.”

“Nope,” Evie confirmed. “I’ve got this… I dunno, combat sense, I guess you could call it. When I focus on someone, I can see their weak points. Places where if I hit ‘em, it’ll hurt. Hit those points enough times and I can make someone pass out.”

“Ooh, what’re mine?” Alec asked from his spot on the couch.

Evie squinted at him. “Left temple, throat, stomach. More if I cared to look.”

“Cool,” he mused.

“What about the rest of you guys?” Evie asked. “I already know Alec’s power. How about Lisa? How’d you know I was there, last night?”

“Easy,” Lisa replied. “I know everything.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “You do not know everything.”

“Close enough,” she said. “My power tells me stuff. So, say we’re going to a meeting to recruit this new ghost girl, and I don’t see her yet, my power might tell me that she’s probably trailing behind us to scope us out. Or, say there’s a password to a top secret PRT database. I could go through all the steps, socially engineer a way to break in or something, or my power could skip all of that.” Lisa snapped her fingers.

“Explains how you got my number,” Evie noted.

Lisa nodded, a vulpine grin on her face. “Or how I knew not to get between you and Rachel, even when she looked like she was ready to swing.”

“Know-it-all,” Alec teased.

“And Brian?” Evie asked. “I only know what I’ve read on you from Parahumans Online. You make darkness you can’t see or hear through?”

He smiled. “I put all of that on there myself. It’s not wrong, but there’s a little more to it. Helps when your opponents try to scout you out, and they underestimate you.”

“It’s not just sight and sound,” Lisa added. “It cuts off RF and dampens radiation, too. Things like a walkie-talkie or a cell phone wouldn’t work in it. Speaking of which,” she took a vibrating cell phone from her pocket, “Boss is calling. I gotta take this.”

Lisa stood up to walk towards the kitchen, while Brian peered over his shoulder before looking back at Evie. “As for Rachel, she turns dogs into monsters. Bigger, stronger, faster versions, the size of cars.”

Evie snorted. “Like that one Earth Aleph song.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand.

Brian continued. “There’s not a ton of complexity to Rachel’s power, but it does take her some time to get the dogs fully beefed up. She typically gets started while we’re on the way to a job. By the time we're there, we've got dogs the size of SUVs.”

“Noted,” Evie said.

“We’ve got vans and cars for jobs if we need them, but Rachel’s dogs are fast, and they don’t have to stick to the roads. We use them for getaway pretty often.”

Evie nodded. “You guys've done a lot of jobs together?”

“A good amount,” Brian responded. “Our most recent hit was the Ruby Dreams Casino, just outside the city. Made off with a good twenty-three thousand from that one.”

“Long gone before the heroes even showed up,” Alec said from the other couch. “Easiest money I’ve ever made.”

“Good shit,” Evie said. “And what next? We have anything else lined up?”

“We do now,” Lisa announced, returning from the kitchen with a grin on her face. "Get ready boys n’ girls, because we’re about to hit the biggest pharma company in the country."