Still in New Plymouth
Wei Fei, better known as Wi-Fi of the New Plymouth Guardians, remained calm as she sat at her hub of monitors. The Trafford Museum was a classic institution, with fine tiled floors, nice, clean walls, and fancy stone pillars. The wealthy industrial family that had built, and named, the museum loved their opulence. Wi-Fi, despite not reacting audibly, silently hoped the owners would understand what was now transpiring before her, witnessed through a live security camera feed.
Gold Gryphon was hanging between the upper part of an archway, suspended in mid-air by copious amounts of resin. The blonde heroine couldn't simply use her sonic scream as the resin was also covering her mouth, which in turn had been blasted full of liquid caramel. If not for her nostrils still being exposed Gryphon would no doubt be suffocating, but instead hung in the air like a spider in a web. Down on the ground below her, Vigor was laying on the f