Hmm, it's time for another omake.
I'm sighing dreamily at a possible future chapter where Joe uses what he thinks is a totally original phrase before opening a Portal (To disguise his new power), and every Cauldron employee damn near chokes on their breath.
Bonus points if it's Alexandria.
This could actually happen.
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Door Me
"Thank you for meeting with us like this. We'll be in contact."
I shook Miss Militia's hand as the meeting concluded. It was surprisingly uneventful. For the longest time, I thought that the local Protectorate wouldn't reach out to me, but shortly after Garment's event they contacted me through my website. I don't know what brought it about, but they finally wanted to open communications with me. After a bit of back and forth discussion, we mutually agreed upon a meeting place.
Incidentally, it was the same parking garage I used to transfer the supplies from the Undersiders into my workshop. Somehow, that van was still here when I checked.
Miss Militia and Armsmaster arrived shortly after I did to represent the Protectorate. Armsmaster was polite enough to inform me he was recording the meeting. I already knew that from my senses, but it was nice for them to be honest with me, even though he neglected to tell me he was also sending the recording to the PRT in real time. It seemed like standard practice and didn't really matter to me, so I let it slide. I ended up talking solely to Miss Militia after that. It seems Armsmaster wasn't very social.
The meeting was simply to establish a way for the Protectorate and PRT to contact me. It took less than two minutes to agree to use a new private website that only the Protectorate and PRT knew about and could access to send messages. It took substantially less than two seconds for my duplicates to set up the website itself.
And just like that, I had a line of communication with the Protectorate and PRT. Hopefully, this would let me clear up misunderstandings more easily.
Just as I was about to leave, I felt the Personal Reality constellation approaching. My power secured a mid-sized mote, using all the reach I had accumulated. It was called Portal Link. This functioned much like my Key Link power, now allowing me to close the portal while I was inside my workshop. Furthermore, I could now open portals from anywhere inside my workshop to anywhere I've personally been in my life. Also, I could now use two portals at once instead of only one. It was quite the interesting ability.
"Apeiron?" came a worried voice.
I snapped out of my 'strategy trance' and gave Miss Militia a reassuring smile.
"It's nothing. I appreciate you coming out to meet with me, but I must be going now."
As I turned around, I figured I might as well test out my new power now. I should also probably use a bit of misdirection to make others think this is some kind of voice activated technology instead of a power.
"Door to Workshop"
The familiar portal appeared in front of me and I walked through it to my Entrance Hall, letting it close behind me. I smiled at that. Instant, unblockable access to my workshop and effective travel to anywhere I'd been. It was quite the useful ability.
But why did it feel like my passenger was laughing?
XXX
Chief Director Costa-Brown nearly choked on the coffee she was drinking. She was watching the video of Apeiron's meeting with Armsmaster and Miss Militia. Fortunately, she was alone in her office, as she realized she had unconsciously crushed the coffee mug in her hand.
The meeting had gone well, with the Protectorate and PRT finally having a line of communication with Apeiron. Nevertheless, she was still shocked at how Apeiron had left.
... She would need to talk to a few people.
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Edit: SPAG, minor corrections