As a newly minted Villain with a tropical island with volcanos Taylor should be contractually obligated to build a base in one.
Unfortunately that won't happen in a time frame that leaves Coil to just keel over in an apoplectic fit of base envy.
Christ, now the image of them comparing notes is stuck in my head.
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"And this..." Coil proclaims. "Is my own personal coup de grâce - Behold!"
Taylor stares. "...A Commodore 64 and a monochrome CRT monitor?"
"No." Coil drawls impatiently. "Look at what's
on the monitor."
Taylor does. "...The WebMD page for hemorrhoid symptoms?"
"What?!" Coil's gaze snaps to the screen and he abruptly shoulders her out of the way. "Give me that!" A few clicks. "This!"
"...It's a countdown timer." Taylor observes.
"Indeed it is," Coil says proudly, recovering with remarkable aplomb. "Any guesses as to wh-"
"Is this your base's self-destruct timer?"
Coil cuts off his own spiel and lets out an aggrieved sigh. "Yes." he grits out. "It is." And then with gravitas, "With just the push of a button, this base, and every server connected to it, will go up in flames. Any evidence of my operations, my teams, my associates will vanish into the wind."
There's a long pause and despite the fact Taylor can't see his face, she gets the distinct impression he's grinning under his mask.
"That's it?"
"That's it?" Coil repeats incredulously, switching from smug to furious with impressive speed. "What do you mean
'That's it?' What more does it need to do?"
"I don't know, it just - That seems a little underwhelming."
"
Underwhelming?! It's a giant
bomb! What could possibly be underwhelming about
that?"
"Well aren't most self-destructs a giant bomb? Doesn't seem very unique." She points out. "Like, couldn't you have done something with the surrounding area?"
"No." Coil enunciates. "I couldn't. We're in the middle of a populated city. We can't all be so fortuitous as to build our secret lairs into the side of a volcano." He grouses.
"That is true." Taylor allows. "But, Brockton Bay's over an aquifer. You could have set something up to make your base fall into that."
Coil cups the lower half of his face with his hand. "That would also bring down a good portion of the aforementioned,
highly populated city." He points out carefully, like he's just realized he's within arms reach of someone significantly more unstable than he previously thought.
"Well, when you put it like
that."
"You mean when I put it exactly how it sounds?!"
"I'm not saying you
should do it." Taylor defends herself. "I'm just saying it as an example. It has style."
Again, Taylor can't tell through the mask, but she's sure Coil's giving her a look like there's something seriously wrong with her. Which takes some nerve, given what Taylor knows about the guy. "There's a very fine line between destroying the evidence and getting a kill order, my dear. Sinking a large metropolitan area into the sea crosses it quite soundly."
Taylor wants to argue but has to concede this is true. "Even still." She goes on regardless. "You've been at this for
years. I guess I just assumed you'd have something... better."
"Better." he repeats flatly.
"Yeah."
Coil folds his arms over his chest, obviously annoyed. "And I suppose
your self-destruct is '
better?'"
"Well, yeah." Taylor tells the guy. "Blows up my base, all my tech. It's even rigged to destabilize the integrity of the volcano's magma chamber. If I pull the trigger the whole mountain will erupt. And not, like, sluggish, piddly-little-lava-streams-down-the-sides eruption, but Krakatoa, you're-gonna-hear-this-thing-from-two-thousand-miles-away eruption."
This time Taylor knows he's giving her that look again.