0715 Hours, Tuesday Morning
Director Piggot's Office
Emily sat down at her desk, arguing with herself about the unexpected text message that had set everyone into a tizzy this morning, before opening up a secure phone line. "Report, Armsmaster."
"Velocity and Battery have just finished securing the site, and we're waiting on forensics to collect the remains. I can confirm that the Butcher, Animos, Spree, Vex and Hemorhaggia are all very deceased."
"I shouldn't ask, but I'm also morbidly curious as to HOW Atropos managed to take out the Teeth, and if we should be worried if she's Butcher Fifteen."
"The van they were traveling in was struck by an AT-4 munition. All except possibly the Butcher managed to get out of the van before it was destroyed. The launcher tube was near Animos' body. He was killed at close range by a single small caliber round through the throat and out the back of his spine."
"Of course he was, because of his power nullification roar. What about the others?"
"Vex was killed by multiple throwing knives."
"Death by a thousand cuts."
"Spree and several clones were killed by multiple shells from a 12-gauge shotgun."
"A shooting spree. Hemorhaggia?"
"Her wounds would not be immediately fatal in and of themselves. My sensors were able to determine she instead died from a massive overdose of fentanyl."
"Blood poisoning."
"Butcher was... dismembered. Neck, shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, ankles and wrists. Except for the neck, all were cleanly severed in single blows by a heavy blade."
Emily remembered that Hatchet Face had been using an oversized meat cleaver known as a
'hog splitter' as his trademark weapon when he'd died, and it had been used to very messily decapitate Jack Slash. Butcher's Brute rating would've made it just as difficult...
She sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose. "Fine. Clean up the area. I suspect Atropos will be posting a video showing off her particular brand of bullshit before the end of the day."
AN: Fixed the killing blows on Butcher bit.