Truth and Consequences
There are a lot of benefits to be friendly with a Cape team that has four fliers on it's roster. Rapid response when things go south, rapid medivac, and not having to wait in traffic were just some of the first to spring to mind.
That said, dignity, however, was not one of Air Victoria's selling points. Glory Girl tended to carry people in a bridal carry, and while it was certainly less awkward then say, a fireman's carry, it wasn't exactly the most dignified mode of transportation.
Still, it was fast, and with the streetlights out below, no one was going to see you and Victoria as you landed on your apartment's balcony. A moment later, and you'd ushered her inside. No reason to take chances.
You flipped on the lights, giving Victoria her first view of your apartment.
She's decidedly unimpressed.
"It's kind of small."
You sigh. "It's an efficiency apartment. It's not supposed to be big."
"Just saying." You could here a hint of apology in her voice, then her tone shifted to curiosity as she pointed at The Wall. "What's that?"
The Wall was a blank section of wall covered in printouts, post it notes and string, your record of all the secrets you've been trying to unravel over the last week, tabulated in cryptic shorthand and outright code. Associations, hidden agendas, blackmail information- it was all there, albeit encrypted. It was all very Sherlock Holmes.
Still, she's waiting for an answer, so you give her one. "They're my notes. Helps me figure things out with my power, fill in the gaps. Motivations, associations, intentions. Secrets in general."
She actually looked a bit pensive at that. "Yeah. Lot of those going around, I guess. Secret identities, all that stuff. At least New Wave doesn't have to worry about that stuff."
"Yeah, about that..."
Her eyes snap to you. "What? You know something about New Wave?"
You roll your eyes. "I know a lot of things about New Wave. Most of them you already know, and most of the rest are pretty harmless." That was true; Victoria didn't really need to know about what her Aunt and Uncle did in their bedroom, nor the fact that Shielder had looked at porn; it was hardly the earth-shattering secret he seemed to think it was.
"There is one thing. Look, you know I'm your friend, right?"
"That sounds ominous. Especially since I've only known you a few weeks and we almost never interact outside of patrols."
You grimace at that. "I know. But I really am trying to help you here. Look, I'm going to give you some advice. There's something you need to do, something that will cause long-term consequences if you don't, bad ones. I can tell you what it is, and I can explain why you need to do it."
"Okay..."
"But if I explain it....well, there's a very good chance you're not going to like it. You'd probably find it kind of disturbing, and it might make you and people close to each other miserable for a while. So, which one would you prefer? Just my advice on what to do, or the reasons behind it? "
"I think I'll start with the advice. Then we can go from there."
"Right. You need to learn to shut down your aura when you aren't patrolling. Completely."
She frowned at that. "I can't. I've been trying since I first triggered. I can turn it down, but I can't turn it off."
"Not yet. But you could in the future."
"What?"
"Look, our powers are growing. You've gotten stronger, faster as you've fought. But that's because on some level, that's what you want your powers to do. It's subconscious, but the process can be guided, and if you really want finer control of your aura, you'll get it, eventually."
"Okay. I guess that makes sense. But why?"
"Are you sure you really want to know?"
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She hesitates, then sighs. "Oh, fine. I'll take your word for it. I'll see what I can do."
"That's all that I ask."
"OK. So," her tone noticeably brightens, "anything else you need to tell me. Some deep, dark secret that will determine the fate of the city."
You smile at that. Oh, you have no idea. "Not really. Deep, dark secrets don't just fall into your lap, even with my power."
"Good to know." She stopped, suddenly yawning. "Huh. Guess it's time to go. Some of us," she flashed a smile, "still need to sleep. I'll see you Friday."
"See you then."
*****
Next evening, a deep, dark secret fell into your lap.
Your patrol with the Wards had been largely uneventful as you and Kid Win meandered through Merchants territory. You'd taken down a pair of Gangbangers, but the Merchants were lying low for the moment, licking their wounds as the ABB and E88 warred with each other.
You'd taken the opportunity to chat with Kid Win, or rather, let him talk about Tinkertech for a few hours. Most of the mechanics was well over your head, but you were able to understand enough to nod at the right times and make the occasional helpful comment.
Oh, and you figured out Kid Win's tinker specialty.
Did you tell him what it was?
[]Yes
[]No
The real excitement came at the end of patrol, as you were riding on the back of Kid Win's Hoverboard back towards headquarters. There was a brilliant flash of light, and Kid Win immediately went for cover, diving towards a roof, and ducking behind an AC unit.
It was Purity, glowing a brilliant white against the night sky. But you weren't her target- as you hurriedly pulled out your binoculars, you could see ABB gangers scattering before her, dropping their guns and running rather then face her fire. You pan towards the E88 side of the battlefield to see some triumphant skinheads cheering, waving rifles in the air, then track back to Purity. At this distance you can actually look at her without hurting your eyes, and you manage to look at her just in time to see an expression of unease and disgust flicker over her face.
Then your power fills in the gaps, and you can't help it. "Holy Shit. Purity's trying to be a hero."
"What." Kid Win's tone is incredulous, and he's looking at you like you've grown a second head.
"Purity's trying to reform. She's terrible at it, and she's still racist as hell, but she's genuinely trying to be a hero. Holy shit."
"You can't be serious."
"I am. She's trying to fight the 'criminals', but she's uneasy about fighting the E88. Knows to many of them. Kaiser might have something on her too. Not sure what." You turn to him. "I need to borrow your hoverboard. I need to talk with her."
"Are you insane. No, no way man. Girl. Woman. Whatever. Purity's a Blaster 8. There we're going to call it in, then go home. We can kick your crazy theory upstairs, but I am not going to let you go talk with the crazy Nazi that can shoot laserbeams out of her hands."
"Oh come on, if we flip her-"
"Not going to happen."
And that was the end of it, unfortunately. No matter how much you nagged, Kid Win refused to budge.
Spoilsport.
By comparison, your Friday was positively mundane, sweeping through E88 territory with half of New Wave. None of the Empires Capes made an appearance, either because they were stretched to thin or because they were wary of a second ambush.
Still, the sweep ended with a number of gangbangers in custody, and you could be content with that. The Empire was faltering, and the ABB was beginning to overextend itself as it pushed the Empire back. It wasn't going to collapse anytime soon, not as long as Lung was around, but if there was a way to remove him....well, things might really change in Brockton Bay.
Things were looking up. You should have known the other shoe was getting ready to drop.
After finishing your patrol, you'd retired to your apartment, booting up your laptop to skim through PHO looking for Gossip. And you found it. On yourself.
It's an online article from one of the local papers, an article titled Insight: Hero or Hustler? It's exactly as flattering as it sounds. A half dozen interviews with your marks, sob stories about the thousands you siphoned from their accounts, and most damning of all, composite sketches next to stills of your public appearances.
The comments back and forth are heated, with moderator intervention occurring in at least three separate occasions. You have your defenders, but the majority seem to be calling for an investigation, if not your outright arrest.
Some of the latter are sockpuppets, paid to tilt the debate against you, which just reinforces what you already suspected- this is Coil's latest attack. The reporter you'd identified earlier as a puppet is listed as the author, and you don't doubt for a moment that Coil has a hand in making sure the evidence is as damning as possible.
But really, the problem is that it's true. You were living on the streets, picking pockets, and you did steal tens of thousands of dollars. Most of it went to your new ID- which thankfully hasn't been outed, at least for the moment- but if you get put in front of Armsmaster's Lie Detector, you aren't going to be able to fool the PRT. You could cut a deal, certainly, but they're certain to force you into the Wards program as a probationary member.
Which is a problem. New Wave's focus on accountability is going to do you no favors here- they know where you live, and while they're likely tired from patrol, they're certain to come knocking tomorrow.
What do you do?
[]Go straight to the PRT. Turn yourself in and try to get the best deal possible.
[]Attempt to convince New Wave of you innocence and to keep them from turning you in to the PRT.
[]Go to ground. You've lived on the streets before, you can do it again. Clark Kent effect will give you some freedom of movement, and you'll be able to take direct action unhindered.
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