I considered saying something, but you would get upset. Why? Who's gonna ask if I could pet your puppy, but it's not my place. He's not mine.
He's not a dog. He's a wolf. He doesn't react like a dog. Well, I'm trying to train him before he's old enough that he won't listen.
And I don't need people mocking that up. Rachel, just curious, but you're hoping to eventually adopt your dog's out, right? It's a good owners. So as much as the owners need to adapt to the dog and understand the dog, the opposite is true.
The dog has to adapt to the owner. Right. And that means the dogs need a chance to get used to people. One of them.
One of them. Very much. Bentley, go up, relax. Give him a sniff of your hand before you touch him.
Bentley's a good boy, but it's a good habit to get into with dogs. You don't want to surprise him and get bitten. I got still well. I took Rachel's suggestion and extended a hand.
I turned my attention to skin in the area while Bentley reveled in the attention and affection. It was another five minutes before Goose off the van and we had a chance to get out. Chance of trouble? 15.33%.
But can you tell me who causes the trouble? When there's trouble, it's you 80% of the time. Me. OK, I'll try to be good.
This doctor's office has staff and they didn't even react as we entered. What do you need? Three of us took gunshots, but they didn't penetrate costume stuff that hits. But I want to be sure there isn't lasting damage.
Little girl needs to pull checkup and maybe a brief stay while she suffers withdrawal from some unspecified drugs or drug cocktails. And we've got one case of smoking inhalation coupled with severe chest pain. Understood. Your bill has been paid in advance.
My mother and I will be looking after you. Please come this way. The place was like any old doctor's office, but then I noticed statues and innumerable picture frames and the floor was tiled. Going by my swarm sense alone.
I got the impression the place was upscale and it was empty. You don't seem bothered to have supervillains coming through. We've dealt with supervillains before. You'll need to remove your costumes and masks.
You can each have a separate room to disrobe and we'll be seeing each of you in turn. Resh assured your privacy and safety is our top concern. We'll share a room. Neither of you are bashful.
I'm blind and no, I guess I'm not bashful. I'm a dynamite and two empty room. As far as I could tell, everything was as one might expect for a doctor's office down to the door of tongue depressors and a bowl of wallopops. Hey, how's your head?
Headaches? Getting worse, but I'll get sick tonight before the headache gets too bad. That didn't really matter. Oh, do you have more questions?
Some, but I don't want to burn you or make you feel like I'm using you. Go ahead. The end of the world. Did you coil ask about it?
Did he get more details on what happens? What's the chance the world on, Sina? That these billions die because of something Jack slash does has never changed. It's higher.
97.7907 3%. What did you and quail figure out in terms of 20 questions? People are spread out. I know you're there.
You're different, but you're there. And the others sometimes there. OK. You said we're spread out.
Yes. Five big groups, lots and lots of case from the around the world and armies. Quail asked a lot about that. He wanted to know about his chances for survival or the total number of casualties if he focused on one area over another.
Do you know if it's like a natural disaster sort of mass death by violence or? I don't know. All right. Oh, I'm Dr.
Brimmer. Hello. Have trouble with my teammates. She was uncooperative.
I suppose we'll have to refund the amount that was already paid for her care. I hope that's all right. Everything indicated she was fine. She was fine health wise.
Who's first year? The doctor had to be a queen for my burn and three bottles of eye drops from my eyes. Take them once every two hours and as were you little miss, you seem undernourished. I haven't had much of an appetite for a real infection in voluntary incarceration.
Oh, well, what drugs were you taking, sweetie? I don't know. Can you describe what it felt like when you took them? Felt good.
Calm, relaxed, very sleepy, thinking through a thick stoop. And now you're a little flushed. I'm hot and my legs ache. I'm sweating, but that might be because I'm hot.
That's all for now. Later, I'll be throwing up and crying. I'll be very tired, but I won't be able to sleep. So you've been through this before?
No, not much past this. This will be the first time. Hopefully the last. I see the time of your last dose.
I don't know. I couldn't see a clock, but things started getting bad in one and a half hours. They get to the very worst in one day. OK, then I'll go prepare a room so you have a place to rest.
I'll grab some things to help quiet your tummy. I can stay with you at least tonight. You need to go and help the others with an oil. I will, but first I'll see you through tonight.
OK, OK, it's 58.5. What? What's that number? It's my chance of getting home.
Why is it so low? I don't know. Did that mean she didn't know where she wasn't willing to use her power to find out? Then I sense her lean slightly away from me and I got an inkling line.
Me. Time to listen. I can guess what you're thinking. I don't want to trick myself into believing it's right or better to keep you, that it serves a greater code or whatever, because that's a slippery, fast road to doing what Coyle was doing.
We will get you home as soon as possible. OK, you deserve to go home. They won't take me back. They will.
I saw it before I ever met Coyle, the fear in their eyes. When I said the numbers and I was right, they're scared of me. They were relieved when I got taken. They will want you to see me and I'll look different.
And they'll think about all those moments when I left them feeling nervous and how there's a bunch of stuff I haven't even mentioned because it's that bad. I'm not even human anymore. But you're definitely human, Donna. Then why do they call us paraguments?
Doesn't the parapart mean half paraplegic? Only half your body works, parahuman, half human? Not exactly. It means the side, which is how it's used with paraplegic or paragraph.
It can also mean extra or beyond like paranormal. We're next to human or more than human, depending on how you look at it. I think it's pretty apt. My parents won't take me.
And even if they do take me, it'll be weird because they can't ignore my power. Now they pretended I didn't have one. Pretended I was an ordinary kid. Pretended the headaches didn't mean anything like they pretended the heart disease.
Wasn't it? The heart disease? You? Not me.
Don't worry. They'll turn me away. Don't listen. That's the drug's talking, OK?
That's all it is. As relaxed as I made you before, they're making you rattle now while you're in withdrawal. Can you go on your own? Or maybe we could sit you down on the edge of the front lawn and beep to signal your parents?
Go. What? Go. I'll see you in the car.
You see if if if they want. I thought about arguing about assuring her that they would. Then I reconsidered. I crossed the front lawn to the front door of her house.
What do you want? I brought Donna. Now go quick. Extortion.
We don't have anything. You can take anything we have here, but it's not much. No extortion. The man who took her died.
I'm bringing her back. Before I go get her, you should know there's no time to touch her. He had heard her not physically. He did everything he could to take care of her in a utilitarian sense, but she was still a prisoner.
She was drugged often and heavily. She's in the middle of recovery and it isn't pretty. No narcotics, no painkillers and no tranquilizers, maybe for the rest of her life. Got she's in at it.
Yes. And she's a touch on nourished and above all, she's scared. I wouldn't have brought her yet, but I thought it was more important that I get her away from anyone who would do it. Coyle did using her for her power.
I wanted to get her home. She has a good ease then. And ability to be specific. Does it really matter?
No, I just want my daughter back. I'll go get her then. Come on. She put her hand in mine and I could feel it shaking in the house second before I got a firm grip.
I supported her as she got out of the car, then walked her back towards the house. I moved my butt out of the way and let go of time at the second, her mother embraced her right in the middle of the front lawn. The father was only a step behind, stroking to his knees to wrap his arms around and a family reunited. Thank you.
Don't thank me. The others were gathered outside, titles, new headquarters. The undersiders were all there, bastard and Bentley included. Ballistic was present as well, though I hesitated to call him a member of the group.
There was also someone who I hadn't expected, Perion. When I recruit after a fashion, the doll girl was dressed in a crisp new frock, accompanied by a giant stuffed penguin, fashioned from cloth. You're late. Had an errand to run.
Sound the girl home? Yep. Oh, good. I turned to Perion.
Didn't expect to see you here. Saddletail got in touch. I've had her to be missed a lot. You're up for this?
No, but I want to know what's going on in case it affects my territory. She's taken over my shelter in the surrounding area. Makes sense. We'll let everything's gotten sorted out, but we've got in our, what, 40 minutes until dawn and we really need to deal with the present situation.
Well, let's talk as we walk then. Aaron Sorkin style. I'm in the beginning of Noel. She left a minute ago and I doubt we'll run into her, but we could get info, something that will let us track her.
Or will at least be in the right general area. Sorry, skitter. We found Atlas, but he stashed half way across the city. So transportation might be a little awkward.
Perion took the penguin apart and created a longer brother form. Adasha and then Black and White. This is so lame. How are you supposed to build a decent rep if you're caught riding a wiener dog?
It's the only thing long enough. Snake, too much wear. If you don't like it, Aisha, then don't ride. You can walk.
It's functional. You've fallen so far, man. You used to care about these things. I could ride badly.
You're calling him by his real name now? Didn't you call him slobbergize just a little while ago? You're not riding him. You really care?
Not about the name, about respect. Reach him out to Bentley, then look at me and reach out her hands. I accepted it, reaching out, using her to help climb onto Bentley's back, settling in behind her. Oh, I see.
She gets to ride Bentley, but I can't. I can't get over it. Basically along the cloth dash on the board, the burden of the rest of the group. Group, inf, tattle, tail, regent, perion, and ballistic.
Everyone's all right with me taking this seat of power. This isn't me being manipulative like coil, but I do consider us partners. I want us working side by side by side, even if our roles are different. Hot knife.
You're in shot, John. Yeah. I'm quarters. Ops, management.
I mean, like, skaters are real leader, our field commander, the face of the operation. If it comes down to it, she can go the shots. I'll pack her up. If she's up for it, she's blind and neglected to mention it before the events earlier tonight.
It doesn't matter that much. I don't need my eyes when I can use my power. I'll have to take your word for that. What are we up against?
Blistic, can you feel us in? Yeah, she's strong. She's got nothing to hold it back now and she's smart. She was your team leader, right?
Yeah, she was the lead up for all this started. You have to understand she's a natural tactician. She can get a sense of the current dynamic on an intuitive level. Play things by, while making spur of the moment calls, those calls turn out to be the right ones, not because she's lucky, but because she grasps the situation so quickly that it looks like she didn't give it any thought at all.
She's quick with it. Not exactly what I meant. Right now, she's scared, angry, desperate, and frustrated, except all those dials are turned up to a lot in. I'm setting out this fight for the record.
You're out. You're not working with us. I'm holding territory, but I'm not a member of this team. Same.
Sorry. You don't have to be sorry, but I think you're underestimating how bad the situation could be. I don't think we can afford to have anyone sit out. Trust me when I say this is better all around.
If I skip this fight, she knows me and she'll use me against you. You talk about her being clever, but she didn't seem that on the ball when we talked to her over the phone, back in your base. You guys were lying to her about Tattletaille about Darnan and other stuff. If she's that clever, why didn't she pick up on it?
Honestly, it's because she put a trust in crowds and tricks stuff. He betrayed that trust and he did it pretty damn well. I don't fault him for it exactly. She couldn't know the whole truth.
It'll be in exactly the situation only at a worst time. But you do fault him for something. He became team leader more because he's fast at thinking on his feet than he took it on himself to make a whole lot of wrong calls. He started lying to us for what he saw as our own good, not a well with her delicate state but us.
I think no well still believes in him. We can use that if we're willing. And that's only if we can get him on board. What does she do?
Besides the ridiculous super strength, durability and regeneration, to put it briefly, if it's dead, she absorbs it and then becomes part of her. The powers included? Don't know. She eats it.
She grows. If she absorbs something alive, she clums it more clones. If she's angry, we think we don't have a large sample size of instance. So evil twins.
She makes evil twins. Essentially, she'll come after me if she sees me, especially if she heard a bit about my defection. If she gets me, it's even worse because the clones will show get her capable of killing anyone and everyone here easily. Animals too?
Oh, animals, microbes. Based on the stuff she said before, though, she might just treat them like she does dead material. I don't know. For all we know, it ties into some other power.
Do the clones have an expiry date? Not as far as I know. Anytime we've had to deal with them, we're pretty ruthless in putting them down. They sort of make a point of being a bit too problematic to be left alone.
They're still? No. No, they really aren't. You can count on that.
We'll need a way to deal with her. You said she regenerates? Not that fast, but fast enough. Hello, a body is tough about her.
A body isn't exactly vulnerable. I think she's gotten bigger and tougher since I last saw her. Well, that was that. Maybe a week after we got into the city, her appetite increased.
So it might be a pretty dramatic difference in strength from the last time I saw her. You guys are going to have your hands full trying to kill her. I don't want to kill her. And how the hell do you think you're going to handle this?
Containment. If I get an ospider together, I could try this around her. I'm going to work. Then we go to the heroes.
We get their assistance. Containment, foam on top of my web. Vista had a slow no-well down, clockwalker to put her on pause. That little tale told you, didn't she?
That you think she's turning into an end-bringer? Why is lethal force OK against Leviathan, but not against no-well? She's still a person under it all. She deserves a chance.
You don't seem to care at all about the subject of killing a friend, but let's go. She's not my friend. She's not the person I knew. Maybe she has the same memories, fragments of the same personality, but that's only service stuff.
That's pretty cool. Fuck you. I hope what I said was useful and I wish you luck, but fuck you. You do not get it.
Parrion's animal had stopped, but ballistic was already striding away. In the general election of his lair. Go on. You told me I could protect people?
How do I do that? We could use your stuffed animals. If she can't absorb them, then they're front-line combatants that we can use. I don't want to fight.
I really don't think we have a choice. You fought Leviathan? I almost wish I didn't. I only did it because I promised myself when I was a kid when I first learned about the end-bringers that I would fight them if I ever got powers.
That's why I did it, because I didn't want to betray the kid version of myself. Or wouldn't your child self want you to do this? I... I don't know.
But I didn't make any promises to myself about this. Heads up, kiddos. I don't think we're the only ones checking out the scene. Who?
The protectorate. The wards. If you're not a for a potential fight, this is the time to back off, honey. I'll stay.
I won't bite, but I'll stay. I made my decision, and I'll announce it. We do this peacefully. We need their help, so we avoid confrontation.
I could sense the heroes while before we reach them, gathered by a room building. I used my bugs to get their attention before we appeared around the corner. Underciders. Miss Melisha?
She jerked her head in the direction of the carnage left in the street. You do this? Indirectly, but not really, no. I don't know what that is exactly.
I find that hard to believe. A hell of a lot of damage reports of howling eerily similar to the reports we've had for health-hounds animals and let's not forget your pension for kidnapping the good guys. Shadows, Docker, Pigou, Calvert, Kid Tapping Heroes. With my bugs head and head count.
Someone was missing. Vista. You're talking about Vista. We didn't take her.
Don't make sense. We'd take her? Do that sort of damage and then come back? Approach you guys peacefully?
Please. I'm beginning to see why Arm's Master was so frustrated with you, underciders. Every time we run into you, we're left in the dark, vast amounts of information missing from the overall picture. There's always surprises.
So I'm paying very close attention to what you were saying. Case in point, you say Vista was taken and not murdered. I don't think she was killed. That's good to know.
When you're going on the offensive, there's nothing held back. You don't pull any punches short of murder. And if you're not trying to kill us, you're approaching us with open arms asking for help, putting us in a situation where we can't accept without breaking our rules, but refusal comes at a cost. It's that second bit.
We're here because we need help. And this is a nasty one too. I thought so. It's your pattern.
Except there's always information missing. You said you were indirectly responsible for this? You got that? Should we dish out the dirt?
Yeah. Have to do anyways. OK. Full disclosure.
We were working for Coyle. The travelers were too. He's dead in case you weren't aware. And the travelers are a little upset because they were counting on him to help them out.
I doubt this was the travelers. We heard howling and this wasn't Genesis. Analysis of her filed by some of her top guys suggest she has limits to the strength of whatever forms she's chosen. Strong, yes, but not enough to tear half the wall off the front of the building.
In the time the witnesses described. I would however believe Hellhounds dogs could do it. Besides, Genesis has never been on record shape shifting to resemble someone or something. When the Sodorhaus knight attacked, do you remember who they targeted?
Armsmaster, Regent, Hook Wolf, Pinesseia? Two more. With the appearances, Mannequin and Burnsgar made in the boardwalk, we belatedly discovered Hellhound was another. And we were theorizing you were the last of them skitter.
I got them there way too many times. But they didn't want me. But the last one was Noel. The travelers had two other members who didn't see much action.
All of her handles their day to day stuff. Pines and prepares, places for them to settle down, gets food and looks like Noel. And Noel. New York.
She's the one that's responsible for the disappearance of those 40 people. I wouldn't be surprised. The reason the travelers have been offering like they are going for the quick and easy cash grabs and constantly moving, it's been for her sake. Trying to find someone who could help.
They found coil or coil found them. And they thought they had the answer they needed. Except now, coil's dead. Noel snapped and it's very possible this show was her first captive.
Oh, you're very good at this, undersiders. But I won't get caught up in your story. I know. I know it's just a couple of details, if this situation is as serious as you say.
Let's postpone that for a minute. Why don't you start off by explaining how you're indirectly responsible for this? Why aren't you telling us stuff surrounding the circumstances of coil stack, but getting into the particulars would create some more problems than it solves. Were you guys and us?
You understand? Did you have something to do with the explosion at the town hall? No. I swear and everything I stand for that I you didn't play any part in planning or setting that in motion.
You can understand if we don't take what this value on that as it sounds. Well, if it hops, get your hands in the ovens can be seen. Send the blood in the bits from the bodies. Send them out of town!
Discreetly! Get another lab to run DNA tests. Why? It's pygmy.
Almost all of it. Glue together with transglutin- Neneys. Human bone. And human blood, probably.
And if you look for it, you'll find antifreeze. Antifreeze? This or all? Sully's stored at the blood banks.
You're saying it was staged. Despite the fact that we had wards on scene in numerable witnesses. Despite that. And of course, we can't check it now.
So, you're expecting us to work with you in the meantime, help you with whatever problem you're suggesting you're partially to blame for setting in motion. And when the lab tests come in long after the situations results, we'll find you relying. And somehow, conveniently, you come out ahead when all's said and done. A handful more of your enemies injured or dead.
Telling the truth? The situation's serious. And if you do what we're suggesting, I can assure you we don't line up in a better position at the end of this. Why's that?
Because we're recommending you call on the big guns. Call in everyone. Class S threat. Or damn near.
There's six. Class S threats active in the world at large. The end-bringers make up three of them. This Laughter House 9 as a group are a fourth.
You're saying this Noel is on par with one of them? She's an ace and an enbringer. Fuck me. Please tell me this is another one of Tattletail's mind games.
Explain. Maybe she's an innocent enbringer. Her powers are transforming her and she's getting less human, getting tougher and more desperate every day. Coyle was giving her a contained with these heavy vault doors and promises of a fix.
But now she's free and she's pissed. And this hypothetical individual has Vista. Oh, it's really likely she has Vista. Coyle's pre-cocked said that she wouldn't cause any real damage until dawn.
That's one hour and twenty minutes from now. I guess this kind of incident doesn't count as anything serious. You have Coyle's pre-cocked in your custody? Dina Alcott?
I took her home. Everything she's been through, she deserves some peace. Assault. Let's get some confirmation that at least some of what they said is the truth.
Get in touch with the Alcott's. I think it's time you guys offer the particulars on this end-bringer. Well, she's as strong as Leviathan physically. She's not as tough based on what I've seen.
Have you read the notes on what I told Alexandria after Leviathan's attack about the density of both that Ethan's body? Higher density as you penetrate deeper to the core to the point that it bends the rules of how molecules and atoms should work? Yeah, Noel doesn't have that yet. I'm not sure if she ever will.
We don't know if she's really becoming an enbringer or not. When I've seen if her was only partial, a camera feed with really tim lighting on the other end. But everything she eats gets added to her biomass and I think she'll probably reach a critical point and stop growing, start fortifying what's already there instead. So she's big?
Yeah, and if she has her hands on you, she will eat you whole, spit you out along with a copy. Cops with powers like you're a stronger, tougher, meaner. You understand? When this fight starts, it starts for fucking real.
She duplicates. And she duplicates to the duelists. They're not on her side. You're gonna have to call for backup at some point.
It's just a question of whether you do it before she goes down or after. When you do get in touch with the PRT heads and get that AOK to call, or whatever it is you guys do, you don't want to be very careful about the kind of K.B. request because we might end up fighting them. As story checks out, kids at the hospital recovering from a long stint of drug abuse.
The situation they're describing is too dangerous to be ignored. We'll move forward with this tentative cooperation in exchange for our trust in our assistance. The undersiders will give us one hostage. How about me?
Someone who we can keep track of? Rachel Lint, Pell Hount, if you please step into the van. Oh fuck that. That is a disaster waiting to happen.
You along with skitter are problematic due to the sheer amount of damage you could do to the enclosed base of the van. Tettled tails more damaging in other ways. They would help if we knew exactly what her powers were. Bitch, I ate Sharon.
I just had my turn being hostage and I'm not gonna do it again. Not sharing the details on that either for the record. Separated from her dogs, Rachel Lint is the least threatening and most vulnerable member of your team. The optimal hostage, if you will.
And she won't accept being separated from her dogs or being kept in custody. I will. I can hand you my weapons and send my bugs away. Skitter no.
I reached over my shoulder slowly and I buckled my utility compartment. Tettled tails grabbed to me as it came free. And the straps head out through the rings beneath the shoulder panels. She handed it to me and I drove away the bugs I gathered inside.
When they were gone, I sent away the bugs over the nestled in the midst of my hair beneath each of my other armor panels and the skirt of my armor where it covered my sports leggings with the costumes. So many fucking bugs. They have to weigh as much as she does. No, not as much as you do think.
Satisfied. Triumph, patter down. Everyone else get ready to mobilize. Assault, he'll be riding my bike, all sit in the van, weld, clock-locker, fledchet, and kid-win with me.
I wait while trying to roughly round his fingers into the folds and crevices of my armor. I felt like saying something to him but wasn't sure what. Sorry for attacking your family and only murdering you. It sounded almost haunting.
Miss Malish will let the way to contain the van and I followed, feeling oddly lightweight. She opened the back indicating we should gather inside. I had only a few bugs in place to get her sent to their positions. Few enough that I might have lost track of who was too if I wasn't careful.
Using one of these bugs had a minor peripheral sweep. They didn't have weapons pointed by way but Fletcher and Kid-win did have weapons in their laps, Crossbow and Leisure Blaster. You're shorter than I thought looking at you like this. Told for a girl but not tall.
Sorry. You didn't get rid of all your bugs? Not all. Why not?
Too much of it's automatic. I got in the habit of using my power to serve a situation and know what happens even without my thinking about it. Sinkor one because your bugs let you sense thanks to the point that you might be a short-range clairvoyant. That's about what the director said.
I heard a click and bugs moved to the source of the noise to investigate. Miss Melisha had my utility compartment in her lap and she was holding a handgun. Nine. Only one shot remaining.
Two reasons that might be the case. Saving it for yourself or it was used and you haven't reloaded the latter. Who have you been shooting? Megan and shot through some boards so I could break them.
Oh long story. I haven't really thought to reload it. I don't use the gun much. I'm curious why you have coiled string in your backpack.
It's a utility compartment. Not a backpack. It's so I don't have the spiders they can in the middle of a fight. Spider-self.
Pepper spray. Change purse with cotton swabs. I see it's to mask the rattles bear change and smelling salt's needle. Please leave everything where it was.
You've got some stuff that's pretty high quality but then there's other stuff that's so mundane. Odd for someone. Half the nation's paying attention to. I would know.
Not really watching TV this day. You guys just over in half the city. Something that's usually limited to suckles like Nilbog or the third world nations. I guess Coyle's gone and you're the queen of the local underworld.
Or is it Tattletail who's taking that position? For partners. You sound so matter of fact about it. You're not ashamed to guilty or proud.
Stand down clocklocker. She was gracious enough to be our guests. Don't provoke her. I'm no bothered.
I'm more annoyed at you picking through my equipment and I don't feel anything about being in charge. It is what it is. And you're not afraid at all being a hostage. Should I be?
You violated the code by association when you took someone. Took control of someone. The same someone who you saw unmasked. You violated that code again when you attacked Ryan's family.
So what's stopping you from stopping us from tearing off your mask right now? Same code you've disrespected and broken. Looking in the eye and telling me you don't think Shadow's talker was a deeply damaged broken person before we ever got our hands on her. She was a fucking hero.
She was a hero because the other choice was Juve. In monthly thing after I can't have encouraged she was using real crossbow shooting them at people. If I remember right she wasn't supposed to have or be using any lethal ammo on penalty of jail time. Do you have evidence?
Does it matter? I'm judging about what I saw. It might limit interaction with her. She was pretty psychotic.
There's no way you guys spent all the time with her without something crossing your radar. The night we took her I gave it her out and she tried to cut my throat. I understand where you're coming from but again I have to ask for evidence. I can't take you at your word.
There's procedures to be followed. The procedures that tie your hands and they protect us at the same time. If you're looking for a reason why we're in charge that'd be a good place to start. You guys knew you had someone bloodthirsty and fucked up working beside you.
You accepted it. Probably accommodated her. Probably cut her slack in other areas because I doubt she was an angel outside of costume either. We aren't limited by oversight and bureaucracy and we don't pretend our lunatics are kid friendly.
And without that oversight you're free to kidnap people like her and subject her to torture. That's enough. You smell like smoke. Clock blocker.
I reserve every right to adjust your patrol schedule if you won't stop engaging skitter. I'm really okay. I'm not going to slip out and hurt someone because I don't like what they're saying. When I said I shot some wards it was too scape burning building.
Cole wasn't lying when he said you set your headquarters on fire. He was. This was something different. Fuck it.
Give me shit patrols. I'm not going to just sit around and obey orders when I have a chance to get some fucking answers. That's the kind of attitude I'm talking about recognizing when the bureaucracy is hindering more than helping pushing against it. I can respect that.
Don't dare compare me to you. Okay. I'm wondering how the fuck you can justify doing it. Any of the shit you've pulled and act all high and mighty.
I won't deny I've done stuff. But I've somehow doubt it's the same stuff you're thinking about. But I had reasons for everything I did. If you want to tell me what you think I've done I can try my hand and explain myself.
Clock blocker. Listen to Miss Malisha. This is the kind of stuff that goes on your record. Fuck my record.
Let's start with a takeover just by that. It put me in a position to help people. This is my territory. People there are healthier, happier, safer because of what I've done.
Except the one Smannock and Mburn scar killed. I tried. I did what I could tell the people in my territory. Maybe my being there did more harm than good.
I don't know. What about how things turned out with Panasaya and Glory Girl? I request her on this. I want to hear it from her myself.
That was Jack. Not me. But you were one of the last people seen with Glory Girl. You were cited in Panasaya's company.
I tried to help her to talk to her. We invite her to join the undersiders because she was in a bad headspace. She had another perspective beyond her own. But she finished giving Glory Girl medical care after a crawler's spittle head burned through half her body.
She refused her offers to help and refuse to handle his suggestion that she fixed what she'd already done to Glory Girl's head. The next time I saw her, she was talking to Jack and he was getting to her and fucking with her head. Stuff happened. I went after him and it was the last time I saw her.
She had a freak out. She wasn't a bad headspace sure. But she was a good person. Heeled people.
I really care about when she didn't have to. That's why I'm pressing you on this stuff. No matter what Miss Malisha might put on my record or do my fucking patrol schedule because Amy deserves to have someone stick up for her in her absence. I'm sorry she freaked but it wasn't my fault.
It was bad. She took Glory Girl with her, you know, when Gallon died best I saw the body when I just was mashed to a literal pulp by Leviathan to the point he couldn't function anymore. When he died despite his power, I got to see the remains to verify for myself. But Victoria Dalen was still alive and they didn't let us see.
A select few adults and family members got to see her. They carted her off to a parakeven asylum and none of the rest of us got to say goodbye because the end result was that fucked up. I didn't know. I'm sorry.
But that wasn't my fault. Fine. I can see the point to you then. You tried maybe one knot.
What about battery? I was with Jack and Bonesaw affected by the miasma thought they were my friends. Battery was giving chase around the time I figured out what was happening. She got attacked by mechanical spiders.
She was fine when I left her. So it blames you. Probably why Miss Malisha didn't have him writing in the band with us. If I'd been in the better headspace, I would have backed her up.
But there was a possibility Jack would get away in the miasma. Can you judge either way with that stuff in play prior to this family? Didn't know he was trying to be in the think of it. But I didn't did it for Dina.
It doesn't excuse it. But I did it for her. How the hell does that work? To get into a position where I could free her.
I had to get close to coil, which forced me to do what I normally wouldn't. It had nothing to do with keeping control of the city. I didn't say that. I could try to justify it.
And I'm not 100% convinced by it myself. I can see that one to you. Not in a position to defend or explain it. Well, now then.
Now let's talk Shadow Stalker. She was an asshole dangerous. Didn't even fucking like her. But she was still a teammate of mine.
Some of your teammates might fall into that camp. So maybe you know how I feel. Maybe. But like I said, we weren't holding ourselves up as Paragons of virtue.
You guys were- Our focus right now is on you. You, who drove Shadow Stalker into a corner to the point where she flipped out on her mom and tried to hang herself on the electrical cord. I'm not sure how to respond to that. You're bad about it.
I'm genuinely curious. I feel blessed that I should. But yeah, it isn't nice to hear. Because of what happened.
Because she was still reeling from the time she spent as your meat puppet. She attacked her mom who called the authorities. They caught up just in time to catch her in her room electrical cord around her neck. Cost Shadow Stalker her probation, meaning she got stuck in some parakeven detention center until she's 18.