Omake:
Piggot blinked. "You have got to be kidding."
From the screen, Dragon's emulated expression was very grave - a far cry from her new usual glee in regards with the newest (and most terrifying) Tinker in Brockton Bay. Idly, Piggot wondered whether the concern she was expressing was for Brockton Bay as a whole, or for her newest paramour. Or at the very least, what counted as a paramour for such a socially-awkward woman as the former World's Greatest Tinker.
She made a mental note to add to the pot later. It's a pity that Armsmaster was losing, but this was one of the very few advantages managed to get out of her position.
"Unfortunately, I am not, Director." Dragon sighed from behind the screen. "The results of my monitoring has come in, and all evidence points towards there being a high-rated Thinker for some time now in Brockton Bay, provisionally Thinker 9 with potential Tinker, Shaker, and Stranger sub-ratings. You said it so yourself, didn't you? That it was too strange that everything had built up to how it had been for the past few weeks."
Piggot immediately wanted to go for the alcohol. Unfortunately, given the state of her kidneys, such a thing would only make things worse as opposed to helping her deal with this clusterfuck. "Wasn't the working theory that Apeiron was behind everything? Or, if Apeiron himself is to be believed, March from the ABB?"
Privately in her mind, Piggot knew that the PRT as a whole had moved on to accepting March as the cause of the chaos after that last confrontation between her and the Showman Tinker that had most of the Docks destroyed and the entirety of ABB locked behind bars for good. True, Piggot herself had been forced to finally remove the protocols that kept Apeiron from interacting with her Protectorate, but she still believed that Apeiron had been behind everything.
But if this was true... "Dragon, tell me how you came to this conclusion."
Dragon nodded at her request. "To start, I considered what we knew of the newest independents in the city. Apeiron himself is obvious, but over the past month two more have appeared surrounding him - Garment, who appeared during Bakuda's first bombing, and Lethe who had been central to March being taken behind bars."
Piggot blinked. "Lethe? Who is that?"
Dragon sighed for some reason. Little did Piggot know Dragon had already explained Lethe to her a dozen times, and every time the woman had caused a compounding issue of increasingly stringent Master/Stranger protocols being put in place before everyone forgot everything again. "I'll send the presentation later to you, Director Piggot. But as a result of their recurring themes of showiness and presence manipulation, the current running theory is that Apeiron came from a Group Trigger event and we are just looking at part of the cluster."
Piggot considered that. Considered that Apeiron (and Garment, but that particular cape was just as harmless as Parian had been so far) came from a group trigger, and that there were potentially more Apeiron-class capes waiting in the wings for them to stumble upon.
"Fuck."
Dragon helpfully ignored her reaction. "It makes sense, considering Apeiron's state as a grab-bag cape. It's less obvious considering his powerful Tinker and Trump rating, but between his Shaker and Thinker abilities he definitely came from a Group Trigger. Looking at it one way, one could even consider his seemingly-effortless showmanship to be a Master/Stranger ability, to make people look at him as opposed to away."
Piggot could believe that. The response to Apeiron since he appeared was just... unnatural. (Quietly, she ignored the niggling voice that told her that it was her own fault for overreacting.)
"Group Trigger theory suggests that a cluster of capes would always find themselves drawn to one another. And that is telling enough - Apeiron has frequently been observed acting within Garment's territory, while Lethe's partnership with Apeiron had been clear since she was introduced given her power armor and alliance to him. This gives us three capes, one Tinker primary, one Shaker primary, and one Master/Stranger primary. But there's something missing."
Everything came together for Piggot at that point. "We're missing the Thinker."
"Exactly." Dragon nodded, ignoring how Piggot slammed and screamed at her table for that thought. The poor woman clearly needed a vacation, considering a missing Thinker was something that just didn't happen. There were only two kinds of Thinkers, the bad obvious ones like Tattletale, and the powerful ones that worked behind the scenes. "Apeiron's Thinker power points towards a threat assessment specialty, and given its almost precognitive ability, we already gave him Thinker 5 for it. And if Apeiron's Thinker power is the weaker version of the Thinker primary's..."
Piggot finished for her, "Then we are looking at someone that is at least Thinker 6 working behind the scenes and subtle enough to have not been noticed for so long. Damn. But you said that the results were in earlier - clearly you finally found our guy?"
Dragon shook her head. "Unfortunately, as with all powerful Thinkers, it's distressingly difficult to find any evidence of their presence. Fortunately, given this is a Group Trigger, by observing the cluster one could see the shadow of even the most subtle Thinker. Case in point, Garment's shop."
Piggot stared at the reports Dragon sent to her screen. Surely, Garment wasn't the issue here? True, her settling down had been fast, almost too fast...
Realization set in as she stared again at Garment's paperwork. Perfect and immaculate. True, there were enough flaws here and there, but even that seemed too... artificial. Certainly, while there were mistakes, it wasn't enough that Garment's shop hadn't been established as fast as it possibly could. Heck, already the PR Department was pestering Piggot to ask Garment for costume designs!
"Who handled Garment's paperwork?"
Dragon answered quickly, "An international lawyer called Delphine Mertens. At first glance, no, even fifth glance for someone with my connections, everything seemed above board. But when I contacted this supposed lawyer's alma mater and had them look for her, something finally came up."
An image of a woman appeared on Piggot's screen. Assuming this was Delphine Mertens, appearance-wise she didn't look that off. However, as Dragon brought up more pictures, of old class records and activities, of attendance at events, something strange came up.
"She doesn't have any group pictures."
Dragon nodded again. "In the database, there are plenty of pictures of Delphine Mertens. Even the metadata was perfect, I had to admit I was fooled for quite some time. But if one looked for class pictures, from scans of existing images and not in data, not a single class in that year or any year of her supposed stay had Delphine Mertens. Delphine Mertens doesn't exist. She is nothing more than a very, very well-made fake."
Piggot massaged her temples. "I suppose you already tried to track her or whoever was behind her down?"
Dragon frowned. "I have. Nothing came up. And evidently, there are difficulties in asking Garment about her."
Piggot expected as much. How exactly does one interrogate a sentient pair of gloves? Even if they could pressure her, which they couldn't given her public image, the communication problems were evident enough that this was probably why it was her that this supposed "Delphine Mertens" had even helped so obviously.
Even their strongest lead turned out to be just a dead-end. How powerful was this Thinker, and who knows what else they had already done?
"Dragon, I want you to keep your eyes open for our supposed Thinker. Send all of this to the Think-tank as well. I want this Thinker found, and I want them found yesterday. If they are this powerful and had been able to work behind our backs undetected for so long, then they have to be behind at least some part in the recent events at the Bay. To be safe, I also want for an audit of our people. There might be some corruption in our midst, and I want them caught now."
Piggot could already feel her paranoia spiking. Good grief, why was it always Brockton Bay? Why was she here, if only to suffer?