Note: See correction added at end of note to prior chapter regarding the war crime point, if you are interested in such things there is discussion on SB and SV.
CW: Brief and sanitized references to tools of human trafficking.
With some trepidation, Lisa followed Dr. Weaver into the building, entering via a large hole in the wall rather than one of the doors, all of which were still closed.
It was both better, and worse, than she'd imagined.
Better, in that there were many fewer bodies than she had expected from the volume of gunfire. She didn't need her power to tell her that the targets had been caught badly out of position, no doubt helped by the strike team's casual disregard for things like 'ordinary points of entry' and 'structural damage'.
On closer inspection, she wasn't sure how many of them were even dead. None were moving, true, but they weren't bleeding either, not anymore, and all had an odd shimmer to them suggestive of tinkertech.
On the other hand, the blood, oh god, the blood. So much blood. Even the fucked up gory movies that the boys had watched sometimes didn't prepare her for this. And the cages built into shipping containers, with dirty buckets and cameras and restraints and the stains and oh god, Lisa would never look at a garden hose the same again. Lisa just let her eyes slide over, focused on her breathing, disassociated, and forced down bile.
Also, the precision of it, the ruthlessness. This wasn't 'cops and robbers', or an arrest. This wasn't even a fight, Gesellschaft was so badly outclassed. This was… what did Rachel call it? Putting down a rabid animal?
Then again, these were the same people as had gone after Rachel, or close enough.
Something to think about.
Note: Remember, this Lisa didn't see the cells in Coil's base, or deal with Jack Slash, or see the aftermath of Leviathan, or any of the other parade of horribles in canon.
