Phoebe Stevens sat in her brightly lit, perfectly decorated office at the Foundation for a Finer Life headquarters.

She was reading the newspaper.

It was reporting that Roxxon Energy executive J. Pierpont Krieger, alleged to have been the driving force between many of the corporation's most socially and environmentally harmful recent policies, had been robbed, tied to his bed, and beaten within an inch of his life in the night. The concussion was too severe to make an adequate description of his assailants. His bodyguards, who had been with him for several years and were said to have impressive superhuman powers, had gone missing. All of the building's security cameras had been stolen in the course of the night.
The paper reported that a note on perfumed yellow paper had been pinned to Krieger's pajamas saying "Someone might need to rethink his life!"

The paper reported that each "i" in the note had been dotted with a heart.

Phoebe smiled as she put the paper down. Such nice boys, those guards. They'd look so confused as she'd walked towards them, giving them a bright, serene smile as the energy fields they throw at her skidded like water off a duck's back. They'd just needed to be shown the way, poor things, her hands on their faces as she explained, as they broke down.

More recruits for the foundation, a just deed done....and publicity.