I Am The Law (3)
It wasn't chickening out, not exactly. It just wasn't a good time for such a drastic move. There was research to be done on precedents, and an art project to re-do, and more classes to skip because of teenagers in general being a horrible hive mind of social jockeying and abuse. It wasn't that she was worried about marching into a Protectorate building and admitting to having Lung et al in questionably-legal custody. The processing time for which was running out, Taylor's power helpfully reminded her, so if she was going to get them extradited she had better do it soon. That or demand bail from the ABB, which didn't sound like it had many ways of going well for anyone.
Which was why Taylor was on the Boardwalk, repeating increasingly hollow-sounding justifications for the delay to herself. The Rig gleamed out on the Bay, whispering vague promises of heroism and definitely not-- not--
Taylor sighed. She couldn't think of any real reasons to distrust the PRT, just paranoia. And not wanting to answer questions. Or submit to an authority higher than herself. That last one kind of made her skin crawl. Trying to work up the courage to approach the PRT as an equal was proving about as ludicrous as the thought had first sounded, but she couldn't just stand here and do nothing forever. Taylor drained the last of her soda and tossed the cup into the nearest garbage can, then tucked her hands back in her hoodie as she pulled away from the railing she'd been leaning on for a good half hour. Should she maybe call first? That would be less surprising than just walking up in full armor, maybe she could explain and make an appointment…
Cold fire raced along Taylor's scalp. A fight! There was a fight starting! She could feel her power start to pull at her, saw the horns of her helmet start to intrude on her peripheral vision. She couldn't see any commotion nearby, but-- were those sirens? That ephemeral sense tugged a bit harder, in the same direction. A fight. An engagement, six blocks away. It needed an arbiter. Taylor felt her heart beat faster in a strange mix of excitement and longing. She started moving almost on autopilot, then turned and headed for a sidestreet where there'd be fewer eyes to risk being spotted by when she let her power envelop her. The PRT could wait a bit longer, the Judge was needed now.
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Grue moved through the bank's lobby, filling it with his power up past his own waist (much to Regent's displeasure) and blanketing the hostages all huddled in the corner; he ignored their sudden shuffling and confused cries for the moment. Tattletale was already in the manager's office, doing her thing, and disturbing her risked extending this little operation past its safe deadline-- but he needed her input. He shoved his way through the half-open door and watched the Thinker nearly jump out of her skin at the sudden noise. "Tattletale, need you."
"I'm busy, let me finish this!"
"That bird cape just showed up."
"What bir-- oh. Okay, what's she doing?" Tattletale didn't look up, just started typing faster. Her face started to get a rather pinched look to it.
"Nothing, yet. Took a stand halfway between the Wards and the bank, hasn't moved or said anything since. Think she's here to help us again?"
"Not sure. Let me just… there!" Tattletale tapped a few more keys in furious succession, then grinned and nearly skipped around the edge of the desk. "Got what I need, and got a virus getting me what I want, we just need to stall a bit longer."
She waded past Grue and the hostages, and took position near one of the large front windows to look at the developing situation outside. The Wards were still in the semi-circle they'd been in before, but Vista's attention looked strained and Aegis had his head turned to the side, just barely-visible movements of his jaw indicating he was speaking.
"Vista's using her power to let the Wards talk to the bird girl without moving closer-- means she's not paying as much attention to the bank, but as soon as we try to move through her space she'll know. Can't read lips from here, but…" The armored figure on the giant bird shook its head, the motion exaggerated by the shape of her helmet. "...looks like she's not here to help the Wards. But she's not here to help us, either. Has she said anything like--"
At some unseen signal, the armored figure nodded, then blew a loud whistle that cut through the stone walls of the bank and silenced Tattletale's observations. She lifted a gauntlet-clad hand and called out, "Today's laws! Forbidden: Flight! Recommended: Blasters!"
"Oh hell. Someone else just got here-- on the roof. She was waiting for all combatants to arrive. I gotta get my flash drive, quick!"
"Tattletale!"
The armored figure nodded again, and brought down her hand in a sharp motion. "ENGAGE!"
Grue cursed, but instead of the Wards moving forward to trap them all inside, the armored girl blew her whistle again and raised a hand. "Infraction! Yellow card!"
"Shut up, I don't care about your--"
"Infraction! Red card!"
"Hey, wha-- aaahhhhh!"
"Holy shit," Regent started wheezing, and craned his head at the window to get a better look. "I think she just arrested Glory Girl!"