Brian:
"Do you recognize this girl, Brian?"
Brian did in fact recognize the girl, even if she looked pretty different in the photograph. Less skin-and-bones, more content, and not trying to kick everything in sight like a little ball of violence and boots. He also recognized the woman showing it to him. He wasn't terribly happy about that, mostly because when he had last seen her he had taken her hostage. Somehow, Brian thought "Alice Stone" might be carrying a bit of grudge about that. Alec may have been the one doing most of the actual hostage taking, but Brian was in a locked room with her and Alec wasn't.
He said nothing. She didn't seem bothered by it. She was a PRT agent, she'd probably dealt with people clamming up before. Actually, she'd probably dealt with every trick he could pull before. Except for his power, but he'd be covered in foam in less than a second if he tried something with it. That was not a comforting thought, but there wasn't much Brian could do about it.
"If you don't, her name is Jacqueline."
Somehow it felt worse when he knew her name. Made what he'd done a bit more real. That was probably what Stone wanted.
"She's a little over fourteen. Just a bit older than Aisha."
The comparison stung, but Brian said nothing. Best to keep quiet.
"And you beat her like a rented mule because she panicked when your partner pulled a gun on her."
"Panicked?" slipped out before Brian could stop it.
"That's what tends to happen when someone points a pistol at an already traumatized child, yes. What, did you think she was just a very violent individual for no reason?"
That was exactly what he'd thought. He didn't think admitting to that would help though. In his defense, he hadn't exactly been thinking clearly and rationally at the time. In hindsight, it was fairly obvious that the girl was scared out of her mind. And he'd covered her in darkness, punched her in the stomach, and tied her up for it. He didn't quite think that his actions were quite as bad as Alice Stone seemed to think they were, but he had to admit that they weren't exactly innocent either. Not for the first time, but it seemed more immediate surrounded by the cold concrete of the interrogation room.
He supposed that was the point.
"She was scared and alone, and you hurt her for getting in your way."
It wasn't like that! She was attacking Lisa!
Lisa, who'd apparently threatened her with a gun. He supposed he could hardly blame the kid, but it wasn't like he'd had any way of knowing what was going on at the time and he felt he'd been relatively light on her given the circumstances. He wasn't a bad person. (He couldn't be a bad person.)
"And she's hardly the only one, now is she?
"David Richardson. A clerk at that jewelry store you robbed. He's got a slightly younger wife, two kids he adores, and a leg that'll never completely heal. It'd take years even if he could afford the proper physiotherapy, but he couldn't have even before you and your gang completely destroyed his workplace. Between the leg and the economy, the odds of him finding another job aren't exactly great, and his wife doesn't make enough to support all four of them. And no, the PRT doesn't have enough resources to help every victim, not to the degree most of them need."
Brian couldn't say anything to that. The Jewelry Store incident had mostly been Rachel and Alec's fault in terms of direct causes, but Brian should have kept them on a tighter leash. And his darkness probably hadn't helped any. And he was at least theoretically in charge. Still, most of the robberies weren't like that.
"Anna Hill, receptionist at the second electronics firm you hit, four broken fingers and a cracked rib. She should eventually make a full recovery, but it'll be a rough couple of months for her. They're willing to keep her on, which is good because she'd be on the streets otherwise. Though there's good odds that they won't last for much longer, you did a lot of damage.
"Tyrik Roberts, accountant at Finch and Sons', crushed foot and lost job. The whole event completely ruined his efforts to acquire custody of his younger sibling, at least for the next year or so. He had to move back in with a rather unpleasant father, if what I'm reading between the lines is correct."
Stone was definitely putting special emphasis on Tyrik Roberts' family to draw parallels to Brian's own, but [blast] if it wasn't effective. A few more names and incidents Brian didn't really remember. Then she started on the rest of the victims from the robbery. There were more of those than he'd thought.
"Nathan Cooper, slammed through a window then trampled by some of your dogs. Over broken glass, I might add. It looked like he'd be fine, but his wounds got infected. Hopefully he'll wake up.
"Isabel Cooper, eight years old. Several lacerations from the glass and some rather serious trauma from watching her father get trampled and cut, then trying to patch him up. She did about as well as you'd expect from an eight year old with no training. She'll be fine physically.
"Samuel Kim, well, thanks to getting treatment immediately he won't lose any parts, but it was a close run thing. It's still going to take a long time for him to recover.
"Hector Brown, PRT member and professional accountant. Three broken fingers, cracked wrist, and a dislocated elbow."
Then she started on people who his work had "only" harmed psychologically and financially, or physically only to the level of bumps and bruises. Or both. There were a lot of those. Brian could only sit there and take it all in, and eventually she ran out, at least of the things they could prove.
And she looked at him. Disappointed, hurt, piteous, kind. Kind of like how he imagined his mother would react if she knew about Grue, assuming she wasn't high or drunk at the time. He supposed it was probably deliberate, but did that really matter?
"Is this really what you wanted to do with your life, Brian?"
It wasn't. But he couldn't say anything.
She walked out of the room.
Regent:
Alec was playing video games. That wasn't unusual, he played video games a lot. Most of the time, really. He really didn't fit in with normal people, no thanks to his "upbringing", and sleep wasn't something he liked risking too often, so why not? The alternative's were TV (which sucked), reading (which sucked worse than watching TV), or being alone with his thoughts (which sucked even worse than reading). So he played a lot of videogames.
He supposed he didn't actually have much of a plan. He'd see if the money from Lisa's mysterious "boss" still came through, or if she or Brian got out somehow. No skin off his nose if they stayed locked up, but he'd miss the security of a steady paycheck. Rachel could look after herself, and he didn't really care about her anyway, (and she didn't like him in the least) so if nothing turned up he'd be on his way. Brockton Bay hadn't been the first town he'd skipped, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
Besides, it was getting to be about time to move on anyway, make sure dear old dad didn't catch him staying in one place for too long.
Lisa:
She wouldn't have liked to admit it, but Lisa was scared. She'd known capture would likely mean her death ever since her "employment" started, and now it had happened. At best Coil would break her out and force her even deeper into slavery. More likely, he'd have her killed to keep her from talking. She'd considered telling her captors everything, but they hadn't given her a chance to. Nobody had been to see her, nobody had asked any questions, as far as she could tell nobody was paying any attention to her. That stung, and she wasn't sure it was just the lost opportunity to save herself. She suspected they were deliberately avoiding giving her attention, since they probably had at least a glimmer of an idea of what she could do, but that only made things worse. Until something happened, waking up and facing the day wasn't going to exactly be worth the effort, but she was far too worked up to go back to sleep.
Then she noticed the box. It wasn't a very big box, or a very conspicuous one, and she might not have noticed it if she hadn't accidentally put her hand on it, but it was there, in her bed, in the cell, in the cell block, inside PRT ENE headquarters. And it had her name on it. Her real name. Only two people in the city knew the name "Sarah Livesy", and she hadn't put the box there. It had to be Coil's work. But that wasn't Coil's handwriting. It had taken a lot of work, but Lisa had seen samples of that, and this writing looked nothing like his, and it wasn't from any of his minions Lisa had seen handwriting from either. It looked an awful lot like Lisa's handwriting, actually. Not exactly like hers, her power could detect a few slight mistakes. Extremely subtle ones, but she was good at picking out extremely subtle differences, especially with her power. Unfortunately, it was close enough to pass, and she wouldn't be able to convince anyone else that it wasn't hers unless they already suspected. Especially not if they already thought she was a liar, like the PRT probably did. They knew she was a supervillain, after all, probably at least suspected she was a Thinker, and didn't know that the supervillain thing was under some pretty severe coercion.
Lisa didn't want to know what was in the box. Undoubtedly, whatever it was was meant to look like it was hers, something she'd managed to smuggle past the search she'd been subjected to when they got her out of the foam. It was just small enough for that to be somewhat plausible, if the smuggler was really clever, and she'd been going around for months convincing everybody of just that. It was probably meant to kill her and make it seem like her own fault. She looked anyway, since she couldn't stand not knowing afford not to know.
She was cautious in opening it, keeping it as far away from her face and body as she could, not that it ended up mattering. Inside were her favorite lockpick, a miniature bank card, several diamonds, and the smallest gun Lisa had ever seen. She recognized the account the card corresponded to, it was the one "the boss"'s payments to the Undersiders always came from. The diamonds were from Coil's cut from the jewelry store raid. Not much good without certification to prove they were actually jewel-grade, but it was entirely plausible that she wouldn't have known that. The gun might be enough to kill if she hit somewhere vital, but it wouldn't be quick or reliable, and it only had a single shot. It wasn't enough for an escape, but just the act of (apparently) smuggling in a pick and a gun would paint a very clear picture. With the diamonds and the bank card, along with the fact that she was the sole Undersider to ever see or hear the mysterious "boss" another very clear picture would be painted. It probably wasn't a perfect frame-up, but the PRT wasn't inclined to listen to her and she would bet Coil could keep it that way. He wouldn't have done it this way if he couldn't.
Really, it was much cleaner than a dead body in PRT custody. She guessed she wasn't worth the trouble that something like that would stir up. Presumably, he'd wait until it would cause fewer questions and then she'd have an "unfortunate accident" or get stabbed by another inmate wherever she ended up.
Lisa didn't intend to go down that easily though. She had to find a way to dispose of the evidence. It was lucky that she'd woken up so early, he probably hadn't expected her to be awake when someone came in to "discover" the box. The toilet had a grate, one she wouldn't be able to dislodge in time. Somebody had probably tried hiding something that way before. The sink was too small. There was no trash bin, and even if there was it would be searched before disposal.
"Williams! Somebody wants to see…Is that a gun?! GUN!"
Lisa soon found herself buried in containment foam for the second time that week. Somehow, it felt even worse than the first.
A/N: Is this entirely fair to the Undersiders?
Well, no. Alec's section probably is, and Brian's might be depending on how you look at it. Alice Stone isn't lying, but she does have both personal and professional reasons to cast him in a negative light. Lisa's section, well, before you lynch me for it remember that neither Lisa nor Coil know everything.