Omake Offering: Too Much To Put Up With
I was still processing the appalling lengths my clones had gone to, to separate myself and Tetra without serious harm to either of us, when my phone rang. As it were. Lisa was on the line.
"What's up?" I asked, locking down my expression, pose, and tone to complete neutrality. She wasn't Professor Hebert's daughter, but she was probably still underage and we didn't need that headache. "In case you're wondering, no I haven't had time to look at PHO or anything. I just finished healing my personal injuries, and I was going to be looking at undoing some of the damage to the city next."
Maybe Rome wasn't built in a day, but I ought to be able to clear up the Dust and Minovsky spills without issue, once my clones finished crafting the containment cylinders. Normally it wouldn't be easy, but all my different powers combine together to tell reality to sit down, shut up, and do what it's told.
She winced, not that I needed the holodisplay to notice when I had access to her full medical telemetry. "You're confident you can, but can we get a double-check on that before you deploy? Everything that happened after you were hurt, people are terrified. And impressed. But mostly terrified."
I shrugged. "Fair enough. I could even ask the Undersiders to do it, since Dragon probably wouldn't swoop down to confront you."
She winced again. "About that. Remember how I said there was bad stuff about our boss? And I wasn't certain, but once I was I'd come to you with everything?"
Which wasn't quite how that discussion had happened, but I nodded.
"I'm still not certain. But my time has run out. He's decided that you've got to go, and he did something that backfired on him, and now he's furious enough with me to want to have me killed. Probably the rest of the team, just to clean up loose ends."
I sighed. "Of course he has. And right when I'd rather be spending the next few days upgrading with everything my passenger figured out during the ABB fight. Alright, tell me what you can, while I prep a few things, and I'll be on my way shortly."
"His name is Coil, and yes, he's an actual cape. His power is a shaker/thinker combination, some sort of probability manipulation. Not perfect timing like March had, but if he's able to boost your luck, a heist becomes much more likely to succeed, and he can tell if your luck is going to be bad that day . . ."
I listened with half an ear while I pulled up everything known about Coil and his mercenaries. The technology they used was laughable by comparison with what I was capable of. Hopefully he wouldn't have some sort of surprise to pull out of his ass like the ABB had, but either way I was going to over-prepare with every last possible second available.
At the scale I operated at, he was a mosquito, but even as an annoyance, Coil had decided to become too much for me to put up with.