Geckoman & Quark, the Tuesday evening before (Sept 22nd), the Riverside Piers
The Geckoman landed on the pier, hoverboard dissipating beneath his feet. "Alright, I should be able to try and lead us to where I overheard these guys, and track them down by smelling the testosterone and cheap aftershave. It'll linger in my tubes for days, but that's a sacrifice I suppose I'll have to make. Now, follow me and we'll try to keep low-key for now. Well, low-key for a silver dude and a guy in lurid green. At least we don't have capes."
He wandered off trying to find where he'd overheard that conversation.