Cold night. Fortunately I'm pretty used to it by now. Lived in the bay all my life, don't plan on ever stopping. No matter how bad the crime rate gets.
It's really a shame. I love this city. Love its people, mostly. It's my home, and always will be, no matter what.
Damn capes. When I was a kid, they'd only just started popping up. All I remember is being amazed at superpowers, praying every night I'd get some. Everyone...everyone had hope, for a better future. A future powered by unreal technology, by human gods. Perhaps even by the Golden Man himself, if anyone could ever get him to talk. It all seemed just around the corner, just out of reach and ready for the taking.
And then it turned out that most capes were assholes. Why we ever trusted humans with more power than other humans to be anything but, I'll never know, but that trust is gone now. This city used to be beautiful. Now? Now we're in the middle of our second gang war in ten years.
The comms snap me out of my brooding. "PRT squad five, we are receiving reports of a home invasion near your location. 4982 Eaglemont Drive."
Home invasion, huh? Bizarre.
We're currently posted near the center of one of the hot zones Watchdog gave us. we know there is likely to be a fight near here, but Eaglemont is pretty far off center. We don't know what the fight we're heading into will look like, so we've been waiting here for about an hour for anything that remotely sounds like an Empire operatio-
"Squad five, home invaders are confirmed to be members of the Empire. No parahuman powers used yet, but we believe they are attempting to kidnap the occupants of the house. I'm dispatching you there. No other parahuman support available at the moment, though Legend might wrap up shortly. Be safe."
Ah. Well that's it then. "Understood. Enroute."
I start giving orders. "All right folks, we've got a kidnapping in progress at 4982 Eaglemont. Lady Photon, get there as fast as you can and try to slow them down. We're following. Legend's gonna be late to the party. MOVE."
Everyone moves.
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I turn onto Eaglemont and see a lightshow surrounding a freaking
mansion at the end of the street. Two floors, I can't count how many windows, and a massive and maintained yard in front. The outside of the house appears to be made of ancient brick, in a european style, though given how relatively young Brockton Bay is it was probably just built to look like it's been here forever. Pearlescent shields cover some, but not all, of the windows and doors of the house, and though I can see in from the windows on the first floor, the second floor windows are totally dark. As I watch, some of the shields flicker out, to be replaced by new ones in different locations. If the size of that thing is any indication, whoever lives there can pay through the nose to get the target back.
"Lady Photon, what's your status?"
She replies immediately. "They're still inside. Three unfortunate facts, though."
She cuts off as a few more shields go up around windows and doors and another one drops. "First, this house is too big for me to shield all at once. I have to keep rotating them, and they might get out while my guard is down."
The shields rotate again. "Second. I know this house. I've been invited to it for philanthropic events more than once. Max Anders lives here."
Well fuck. If the Empire gets the CEO of the biggest company in town, that can't possibly go well for us. "What's the third piece of bad news?"
"Kaiser is here. Upper windows on the entire mansion have been iced over with spikes, I can't see inside or tell where he is. I'd punch through and try to knock him out, but I know from...experience...that he can create spikes on the other side of my shields, and my lasers are ironically slow enough that he can block them with a spike before they hit. All I'm useful for against him is area denial."
I nod to myself. Kaiser being here is...not good, in many ways. Max Anders is a very wealthy man, and it's obvious that the Empire wants that money to fight this war. I don't know how they'd go about getting their hands on it, but ultimately it doesn't matter. If they kidnap the CEO of Brockton Bay's biggest employer, they gain access to enough resources to do serious damage, on top of the image loss the PRT would suffer by failing to protect him.
On the other side of the coin, this likely means the Empire
needs that money. We haven't figured out exactly how much liquid cash they have, but having a war declared upon them in the course of a single twelve-hour period is likely to have drained those funds. The fact that Kaiser himself came out to do it more-or-less confirms that. They chose a high risk, high reward line because they didn't have another choice.
Let's make them regret that.
"All right, people. Make a perimeter around the house and start foaming the windows and doors. Don't worry about property damage, I'm sure Mister Anders would far prefer that to being kidnapped. Kaiser's in there. If we get him, this whole war might end tonight!"
They all scurry to follow my commands, men and women fanning out around the house and dousing every possible exit point in their reach as I load up with my own foam sprayer.
Just as I turn around, all hell breaks loose.
Massive walls of spikes rise from the ground in waves, emanating from the house, cutting my men off from each other. Dirt from the formerly perfectly-manicured lawn flies, obscuring my vision from the back of the lines, and I reflexively and pointlessly shield my eyes as my visor blocks a rain of mulch from a flower bed. Panic comes in over the comms as several of my people are spiked, and I can't know from where I'm standing whether anyone is dead. I instantly decide that's for future me to worry about. Now, I need bearings on the situation.
"Kaiser's trying to create a smaller battlefield! Do we have men in every segment?" I ask everyone on the comms.
Lady Photon replies immediately. "It looks like one of the segments on the east side of the house is empty. I'm shielding every way out of the house in that area. Hopefully they try to make their escape through one of the segments occupied with foam sprayers."
I nod and continue rattling off orders. "Drag the wounded out of the way, Medics route yourselves to their segments. It looks like we should still be able to walk around the walls, he's just trying to slow us down. Everyone else, try to use these funnels to our advantage! Foam the entire opening to whatever segment you're in! He just decreased the surface area we need to cover!"
I redirect my focus on Lady Photon again. "Lady Photon, where are the spikes in greatest concentration?"
I see her fly around to the back of the house for a moment. "The walls appear to be entirely on the front of the house, though we have men on the back spraying everything."
That can only mean… "His power works by line of sight. He's standing somewhere at the front of the house!" I switch my comms again. "Folks, we think Kaiser is somewhere in the front of the house. I suspect he's going to escape from this side. No change in orders, just be aware."
Right now, nearly every window and door on the front of the mansion is foamed. Unless he has a Brute in there who can punch through walls, he isn't escaping from the first floor or most of the second floor. I start jogging to join the men in the closest segment to me in foaming the remaining windows…
And then one of the upper windows explodes outward, glass and pieces of masonry raining down as enormous spikes shear through the second level window and wall, perpendicular to the newly gaping hole. The blades keep growing, piling on length and seemingly reinforcing themselves from below with more spikes from lower on the wall. Lady Photon snaps a shield into place over the hole, but the blades keep elongating, and seconds after they started they've got to be at least 30 feet long! How can the wall hold thi-
Oh shit, it can't, "BACK UP, HE'S TAKING DOWN THE WHOLE FACADE!"
My warning came not a moment too soon. I scramble back as my men follow me, and the ground shudders as the bricks at the front of the house crumble away and the concrete and steel framing of the house cracks outward with a shriek audible even through my visor!
The ground stills, and the sound of protesting metal quiets. I fell to the ground in my headlong dive out from beneath what now looks like a bridge, or a ramp, and I carefully stand up. Gah, my chest is aching. Probably a cracked rib. I turn around, and see that Lady Photon is hovering about fifty feet above my group of officers, staring intently at the massive hole in the side of the mansion, maintaining one large shield over the entire opening.
Where once there were gardens and young trees, now there is a slowly sloping steel ramp up to the second floor. The whole edifice is covered in dust and debris, and supporting spikes from beneath the construct are jutting through in some places.
The only light on the mansion now is Lady Photon's shields, all of the ones we set up around the perimeter are knocked over, out, or covered with dust. On the other side of those shimmering barriers there's a faint flickering. Like some faceted, mirrored surface reflecting inconstant light back.
Kaiser steps forward out of the dark, his armor gleaming fitfully in the shield's light. None of us dare get any closer, with the power he's already thrown around there's no doubt how that would turn out. He strides slowly, purposefully, toward the shield, left hand raised. I can't tell from this far out, but it looks like he's gripping something. His hand touches the shield.
And Lady Photon begins screaming in agony. I jerk my head up, and see her falling to the ground barely controlled, holding her head and curled into a ball.
"CATCH HER!" I order. Several men point their foam sprayers at her, and she is rapidly covered in a cushion which protects her as she finishes her fall, at this point completely uncontrolled, to the ground. I glance back at the mansion and, unsurprisingly, the shield is down.
It's just us versus Kaiser, now.
"Dispatch, Lady Photon has been disabled by some kind of Tinker device. Now would be a good time for Legend to arrive."
"Understood." Silence on the other end of the line. "ETA two minutes."
I crack my neck. He can shred our entire force faster than that, if he wants to. I can't let that happen. Won't let that happen.
Only one thing for it. "Folks, stay back. Legend is on his way, but we need to stall. I am going to walk up and talk to him."
"Sir, he'll kill you!"
I frown and nod. "Maybe not. He does like the sound of his own voice, and I only need to stall for two minutes."
No more protest is forthcoming. It's...surprising, now, how calm I am about possibly walking directly for my death. I walk slowly, deliberately. Wasting as much time as possible while making it look like I'm trying to be authoritative. Every second this takes is a second I'm not within grabbing distance of a serial murderer. Now that the shield is down, the entire area is dark, The hole in the mansion looks less like an architectural calamity than like the dark maw of an angry beast. That I am walking directly towards.
I don't want to die, not at all. And, somewhere, I guess I'm convinced I won't. I have a plan, after all, and it might even work. But still, it's something of a long shot.
A long shot, but it's simple, really. I've read Kaiser's psych profile, what we've managed to put together from all of our observations of him. He loves to grandstand, to gloat. And he most loves to do it with people used to being in control. He loves the feeling of crushing every hope his enemies have, before literally crushing them and messily slicing them apart. He enjoys feeling absolute power over others.
Well, right now he probably feels like he can't lose. We've lost our only parahuman, our carefully constructed battlefield is in shambles, and every single person arrayed against him is completely vulnerable to his power. All he needs to massacre us all is a wave of his hand.
And, therefore, it falls to me to prevent him from waving his hand. Simple.
Heh, yeah. Simple.
I reach the edge of the hole, the darkness swallowing all of my vision. By the faint starlight above, I can barely see the reflection off Kaiser's armor, ten feet in front of me. He's...not moving. Probably looking at my predicament with twisted satisfaction. It is odd, though. I can't see very far into the broken house, but there doesn't appear to be anyone else behind him. Kaiser certainly could have been the only person assaulting Mr. Anders' abode, but that seems unlikely. Kaiser has no particular affinity for working alone, and is smart enough to know the advantages of never doing so.
Most notably, there's no sign of Max Anders. That either means he wasn't home, or he's somewhere else in the house being roughed up by thugs. I highly doubt that first possibility.
No point analyzing the situation now, though. I can do that later if I survive. I switch my visor's speakers to external mode.
"You've won, Kaiser. None of us can stop you, and Legend is fighting Crusader and can't come to help us. I am prepared to surrender and allow you to walk out of here peacefully. Just spare my men."
The sound of knives sliding across each other echoes from the darkness, and the faint shine on his armor shivers as he walks towards me. Damn, he's tall. Maybe it's just the armor, but he has to be above seven feet. He doesn't speak a word as his mask slides out of absolute shadow into the dim starlight.
I look up into the pools of total darkness where his eyes should be, his silence more deafening than any sound I've heard tonight.
Maybe I should try to get him to talk again? He's supposed to like talking, I don't know why he isn't doing it now. "Make your decision. If you fight us, we resist you to the last man. Maybe one of us gets lucky, maybe not, but I'm good for my word. Safe passage through our ranks, in return for the survival of my men."
His eerie silence stretches on. I don't know if he's considering my offer, or considering how to dismember me. I don't want to find out.
"What's it going to be, Kaiser? How does this end? Give me something to-"
A flash of light, bright as the sun and blinding in the dark.
A thunderous crack, the shockwave throwing dust to the ground and rocking me back on my feet.
A minor deity of the skies manifests beside me, and Kaiser slams into the back wall of the room, completely visible now in Legend's luminescence.
"Was that all you needed me to do?"
I don't answer immediately, more important things to do. Deftly, I unsheathe my foam sprayer's tube and march forward, covering Kaiser's slumped form entirely.
Nice superpower you got there, Nazi scum. Try seeing anything through that.
I turn back towards the hero behind me. "Yes, sir. I believe it was."
He nods and vanishes into the distance, another thunderclap and my own totally ruined night vision in his wake. He has more important work tonight.
Time to clean up and roll out.
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A quick search of the house proved what I was afraid of. No sign of Max Anders anywhere, and no sign of an obvious escape route. Kaiser was the only person in the house, in fact. The Empire either got a pile of cash in return for their leader, or they got nothing. Either way, I'm happy with the trade. It's long past time for that monster to be put in his proper place.
Several of our trucks are mostly unscathed from the battle, the ones parked further up the street. My men and I create large piles of containment foam similar to the pile Kaiser's in and load each of them into different vans, to confuse any possible watchers and make it hard for the Empire to catch us on the way to the PHQ.
We drive off, and I leave most of my men behind. They'll get picked up later, right now our priority is seeing Kaiser in secure containment as soon as possible.
None of my men died. Goddamn miracle, really. Several are in bad shape, and might not make it through the night without Panacea's help, but they'll at least make it to her. Lady Photon is still unconscious, we have no idea what that device did to her. But that ain't our job.
The streets are empty and wide. Nobody can be out because of the curfew, nobody wants to be out because that would be insane. I'm flooring it all the way back, and the decoy trucks following different routes are probably doing so as we-
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEE
thefuckwastha-OOURFFFF! The truck tips completely over, metal screaming as it slides down the weakly-lit street. The airbag explodes, and I almost vomit in pain as my chest confirms that I
definitely have at least one broken rib. Totally out of control, we slide into a storefront and bricks rain down on me for the second time tonight!
WHAT THE FUCK! THAT ROAD WAS EMPTY, THERE WAS NOTHING TO HIT!
We've stopped moving. But the back of the truck is still squealing in protest.
Ohgodohgodohgodhow'dKaisermakemorespikes? I climb out of the driver's window, adrenaline keeping the pain at bay, and I'm momentarily confused to see a gigantic hole in the side of the van being shredded ever wider by armor that seems to be...growing?
"A FEW FACTS FOR YOU." That isn't Kaiser's voice, wha-
I look up, and see a giant in crystalline steel armor.
One of the Twins.
Shit.
"DID YOU KNOW THAT MEDHALL PROVIDES A SECRET ESCAPE TUNNEL, COMPLETE WITH SEEMINGLY-LEGITIMATE FRONT BUSINESS FOR ITS EXIT POINT, FOR ALL OF ITS EXECUTIVES? WE FOUND OUT ONLY A FEW MONTHS AGO, WHEN WE DISCOVERED ONE SUCH BUSINESS."
If this is Fenja or Menja, How'd they use Kaiser's powe-oh. Duh. That mansion was at the end of a residential street. We probably passed by the house Kaiser was in, watching the whole battlefield, on our way in. He would have left after blowing open the hole in the house, and left us none the wiser.
"OF COURSE, THAT ISN'T VERY USEFUL INFORMATION WHEN YOU WANT TO STILL FOLLOW THE RULES. BUT WE DON'T HAVE MUCH USE FOR THAT NOW, DO WE?"
"Where's Kaiser!?" I scream uselessly up at the towering giant. Might as well try, right?
Booming laughter. "DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO FIND HIM. HE, AND MAX ANDERS, HAVE BEEN GONE FROM THAT HOUSE FOR OVER SIX HOURS. DIDN'T YOU WONDER WHY ALL THE LIGHTS IN THE HOUSE WERE OUT? WE CUT THE POWER AND EVERY OTHER LINE IN OR OUT OF THE HOUSE AND TOOK HIM IN SECRET. AMAZING HOW MANY OF OUR GROUND TROOPS CAN PULL OFF A CONVINCING ELECTRICAL COMPANY TECHNICIAN IMPRESSION IN A PINCH. HE'S ALREADY GIVEN US EVERYTHING WE NEED, THE LITTLE COWARD."
My heart locks up in my chest. This whole operation...we were played. Hard.
"SINCE HE COULDN'T GLOAT IN PERSON, KAISER WANTED ME TO DO IT IN HIS STEAD. THE CASH INFUSION FROM MEDHALL WILL SUSTAIN US FOR
WEEKS. THAT LITTLE DEVICE WHICH LADY PHOTON LOVED SO MUCH? ONLY THE BEGINNING."
She raises her foot, and I scramble to jump off the truck and into the street as she stomps down, obliterating the entire vehicle and sending me stumbling at the shockwave. "RUN BACK TO YOUR LEADERS, LITTLE WHELP. TELL THEM TO BE AFRAID. WE WILL NOT BACK DOWN, NOT UNTIL THEY BOW BEFORE US AS THEIR RIGHTFUL MASTERS."
She raises her foot again, pieces of the truck dangling off protrusions in her armor, and sprints off into the distance.
Much as I don't want to follow her orders, I don't see much choice in the matter.
"Dispatch, this is Strike Team Five leader. Come pick me up at the corner of Elm and State streets. We didn't capture Kaiser. They put Fenja in his armor, and she woke up and caught me off guard. She is currently at large, running north."
I cut off communications and settle heavily to the ground, head in hands. I don't even care about the broken rib any more.
This war just got a lot longer. Poor Brockton Bay. Whatever happened to you?
Fucking capes.