Max and Logan are ensconced in the cozy Halls of Justice, sitting before a roaring fire to combat the rain and cold. They are playing chess. Max is winning, and Logan is a very gracious loser. And yes, by "gracious" I do mean "cute." Max makes a move (no, not that kind) and declares checkmate. Logan asks if it is against the Superhero Code to use her powers to take advantage of mere mortals. She says yes, but she's not done taking advantage. The Captain looks uncomfortable, and I giggle and pace around the room. Because I am retarded. And I get embarrassed for people on TV. I've never once made it through a Nora Ephron movie, because I always have to get up and walk around while the characters are embarrassing themselves on-screen. Not that being unable to sit through a Nora Ephron film is a bad thing. Anyway. Max isn't planning on "taking advantage" of his innocence, but rather she's trying to get him to go to a concert with her. He passes. She gets huffy. "No fun for Logan Cale. The world's coming to an end. Protect the downtrodden. Blah blah woof woof." Okay. I realize that we the writers, and the forum posters, make fun of the slang used on this show a lot, because it's really early nineties and probably would never be used in 2019. But now I'm beginning to realize that the anachronistic lingo is highly preferable to the bizarre quasi-futuristic slang that the writers insist in putting in Max's mouth. "Blah blah woof woof"? Fishcakes. Logan flinches. I second it.
Lydecker is skulking around an office, working with a sketch artist who is creating a picture of Max. He tells the artist to make the cheekbones rounder and the lips fuller. Fuller? You heard me. Lydecker is planning on postering the city with pictures of Max and the offer of a large reward for her capture. He's working with the Seattle PD, but the captain is trying to shake him down for some extra cash for his trouble. Lydecker is having none of it, pulling a big ol' gun out of his briefcase and warning the captain that greasing palms can make trigger fingers slippery. Now what is it that they say about little men and big guns?
Original Cindy and Max are getting dressed (undressed?) in the JamPony HQ. Why they are getting dressed/undressed I'm not sure. Don't they just wear their plain old everyday clothes when they deliver packages? Wasn't that the entire complaint about the uniforms from the last episode? A little continuity, folks, thank you. Anyway, Max and OC are dressing up, or dressing down, and some skeeve is spying on them, and Max catches him and knees him in the hoohahs. Go get 'em, girl! Normal grabs her to deliver a package to South Market, which is yet another in a series of geographical liberties that the writers feel necessary to take with the layout of Seattle. South Market Street? Never heard of it. But I gather, post-pulse, it's quite the shanty town, with armed guards and restricted access. I thought restricted access was for whitey-tighty gated communities, not for Super Slum, but whatever -- I've given up on this show making any sense. Max's picture is starting to be distributed around the area, but she makes it through the checkpoint with no fuss. Because they need to build up the drama a little more. After Max delivers her package, she notices a wanted poster with her face on it. Next to her bike. Next to some officers of the law. She puts it all together and books.