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"So, let me get this straight."
I nodded absently as I carefully struck at the blazing block of metal on the anvil.
"You found Aeglos after the fight with Leviathan," Chris prompted.
"Mm hmm."
"You were pleasantly surprised that it was undamaged."
"Yep." I lifted the bar and looked down its length. The blade was still true.
"So you decided it needed a new name."
"New
identity, more like."
"…I'm missing something."
I went back to my hammering. "
Aeglos means 'icicle,'" I explained. "In Sindarin. A mere icicle couldn't hold back Leviathan, like Aeglos did. It needed a new identity to reflect its achievement."
"I don't think that's how it works."
I shrugged. The blade was forged to length and shape, now, so I began working on forming the edge bevel.
"Anyway. New identity, right." Chris shook his head. "So… you decided that meant you had to take it apart and build it all over again?"
"It needed to be reforged."
"But
why?"
"The old spear was Aeglos. The new one will be Iphannis." I glanced at him. "How's that haft coming?"
"Nearly done," he said. He glanced over his workspace, covered with a lattice of wires and welding equipment. "How about the point?"
I raised the curved blade and looked down the length again. The bevels were satisfactory for pre-grinding, and the line was still straight. "Needs quenching, grinding, and heat-treating. Should be ready in a couple hours."
"You think you'll have it done before your patrol tonight?"
I nodded as I lowered the blade into the water bath. "I should, yes. Thanks for all your help."
"Happy to be of service… even if this makes no sense."
I shook my head with a smile. "The results will speak for themselves."
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A gibbous moon shone pale over the evening streets. The last vestiges of sunlight still painted the western sky in golds and oranges. The night was warm and humid; summer was coming. It draped over the city like a woolen blanket, dampening everything and leaving me a little uncomfortable in my armor and linings.
The city was alive with the sound of labor, as buildings were repaired and infrastructure was reinforced. Jackhammers drummed a clanging beat upon asphalt, concrete, and stone. Rich men shouted at foremen, foremen shouted at workmen, and workmen, lacking an outlet, shouted at one another.
None of this activity spilled into this part of the city, though, south of downtown. The streets we walked were deserted—eerily so.
Each of us had patrolled often, in the days since Leviathan's attack. As a rule, our daylight patrols were done in pairs, and our evening and night patrols were done as groups of three. One Ward was always left on the console.
Today, Sophia, Browbeat, and I were one group, while Aegis, Vista, and Gallant were another. Clockblocker was on console. The others went north, pushing into Lung's territory and trying to restore some semblance of order. Meanwhile, we went south into E88 turf.
Aegis didn't expect us to encounter any parahuman resistance, but we were to stop any crime we saw and remain on the watch for looting.
We had expected to easily find trouble. That expectation was being sorely tested now.
"I don't want to sound like an action movie," Sophia muttered, " but it's too quiet."
I nodded slowly.
"It's Empire," said Browbeat. "I haven't seen a single skinhead. They're usually pretty careful to be watching every street around here. Part of that's Leviathan—they're a lot busier, now—but this is still unusual."
"Any guesses what they're up to?" Sophia asked.
"No idea."
"Shadow Stalker, get on the rooftops," I ordered. "Scout. We need to figure out what's going on."
"On it." Sophia disappeared in a smoky burst of darkness.
I glanced at Browbeat. "I'll take point. Can you call this in?"
He nodded wordlessly, and fell into step behind me. As we continued down the street, his low voice echoed through the empty streets.
"This is Browbeat. We think the Empire's up to something."
It was not the first time, and wouldn't be the last, but I missed Nenya. With the Ring of Adamant, I'd have been able to pick out the Empire's activity in minutes. I'd have led my teammates right to them. But with Vilya on my finger, I felt half-blind.
"…No presence on the streets. They usually…"
That was probably because I wasn't using Vilya properly, though.
I stopped and closed my eyes. Browbeat tripped over his words momentarily as he stopped, too, before continuing to talk quietly into the radio.
I reached my awareness into Vilya. I had never worn the Ring of Air as much as Narya or Nenya. Its powers were more esoteric, and it never seemed to be the right Ring for the moment.
But it was the Dominant Ring for a reason. It might seldom be the perfect Ring, but it was almost never the
wrong Ring.
I had not often tested its precognitive powers. I knew it could give me little more than a vague direction, or a general sense of the gravity of something to come.
I reached out and allowed myself to simply feel the shape of the future. I asked no specific question, not yet. I just ran my mental fingers over the body of Tomorrow.
Something bad is coming. I knew that already, though. Vilya had been paired with foreboding almost since the moment I put it on for the first time after Leviathan. Something was coming, and I had no way to know how soon or from where.
I knew it was drawing closer, though.
I shook this off. Worrying about the general cloud I felt hanging over the future would do me no good now. I tried to focus—to feel the future as it related to the Empire.
Anyone over the age of three understands causation. The future flows from the past in predictable and comprehensible ways, even though the sum of all these causal relations produces a universe far too complex for anyone but a precog to model. Vilya understood this as well, and so I was unsurprised when, rather than giving me some mysterious insight into the future, my attention was instead drawn to a memory.
We're going to have to recruit, Rune had said.
"They're trying to fill out their ranks," I said, opening my eyes. "They lost too many capes to Leviathan. They need to recoup those losses, and that's what they're doing now."
"Wouldn't there be
more people out if it was a recruitment drive?" Browbeat asked.
"They finished the drive," I said. "This is the informational meeting." I pulled out my radio and tapped into Sophia's frequency. "Shadow Stalker, we're looking for a big meeting. See anything?"
"
I mean, we knew they were probably going to be grouped up, since they weren't on the streets," she said. "
No, I don't see anything. You figure something out?"
"It's a meeting to get new capes and recruits into the fold," I said. "I'm pretty sure about this."
"I live around here," said Browbeat slowly. "They might be meeting at the theater."
"Theater?" I turned to him. "What theater?"
"Anders Concert Hall," Browbeat explained. "Pretty big auditorium. I know E88 has done things there before."
I reached out with Vilya, trying to get a feel for what the future of Anders Concert Hall felt like.
It felt like blades.
"It's there," I said. "Can you guide us?"
He nodded, jogging past me. "Follow me."
"Shadow Stalker," I said into the radio. "We know where they are. Anders Concert Hall. Keep to the rooftops and look for any patrols while I call it in."
"Got it."
I swapped frequencies. "Console, this is Annatar. My precognition suggests that E88 is meeting at Anders Concert Hall. We're moving in."
"Console here." Clockblocker didn't sound happy. "Annatar, the three of you are
not to engage all of E88 on your own."
"We'll stick to recon unless we get backup," I promised. "
Can we get backup, by the way?"
"I have Aegis' squad on standby," he said, "and Director Piggot is—" he stopped, then started again. "I've just heard back from her. She wants confirmation before ordering the Protectorate to move, but if you can get confirmation, she'll send you Protectorate and PRT support."
"Thank you," I said. "We'll have that conversation in a couple minutes." I lowered the radio. "How much farther, Browbeat?"
"Not far," he said. "We should be careful. They'll have sentries."
I nodded. "Stop," I ordered. "In that alleyway."
We ducked into the small alcove, and I spoke into my radio again, on Sophia's channel. "Shadow Stalker, we need their sentries found and disabled."
"Already on it," she said, her whisper barely hissing through the speaker. "There's a guy on the roof of this building. I'm going to take him out, then see what I can get from his position."
"Careful," I warned. "They might have overlapping positions."
"They do. Empire always does. I know what I'm doing, Annatar, trust me."
"I do. Good luck."
I waited with bated breath, the radio silent in my hand. The silence stretched. Ten seconds… thirty… a minute.
Just as I was starting to panic, as I began thinking of contacting Clockblocker and reporting Sophia's disappearance, Sophia's voice returned. "Yeah," she said, "definitely an interlocking patrol. I'm still hidden, and one guy's down. They haven't realized."
"How?" I asked.
"He was leaning against a wall," she said. "He still is. He's just unconscious now. I might be able to pick out a couple more, but it's going to get harder. At some point we'll have to move, and do something."
I closed my eyes, thinking.
"Shadow Stalker could infiltrate, keep to the shadows," Browbeat suggested. "We could use her radio to hear what's happening while the PRT approach?"
"I don't like sending her in alone," I said. "What if something goes wrong?"
"She can take care of herself," he said. "She's quick, and has a good power for escaping. She'll be fine. We need to get in there."
I sighed and turned my frequency back to console. "This is Annatar. We can confirm the presence of E88 around the concert hall. Heavy Empire presence in the area—organized patrols. Requesting permission to send Shadow Stalker to infiltrate the meeting?"
"This is Console, please stand by," said Clockblocker shortly.
I worried my lower lip as I waited. At length, Clockblocker spoke again.
"Permission granted," he said. "Tell her to be careful. Aegis' squad is en route to your position, as are a Protectorate detachment under Miss Militia, and a PRT squadron."
"They're not using the PRT vans, are they?"
"No. Unmarked civilian vehicles. Stealth op."
"Good. Shadow Stalker will patch us the meeting audio and video through her helmet camera. Maintain radio contact."
"You too."
I swapped channels. "Shadow Stalker," I said. "You're going to infiltrate the meeting on your own. Can you do that?"
"Of course."
"Use your radio to patch us the audio, and your helmet cam to give us video."
"Will do. We getting reinforcements?"
"Yes. Be careful, though; they'll be a while."
"Hey." There was a smile in her voice. "Careful's my middle name. Don't worry about me."
This whole scenario was a little uncomfortably familiar. "Can't help it."
"I'm flattered. Wish me luck!"
"Good luck," I said, but by the indicator light on my handheld, her radio had disconnected from the network—she'd phased into shadow.
At length, she reconnected. But it wasn't her voice I heard across the radio.
"
…Leviathan was just the last, and most obvious straw." I recognized the voice. Kaiser was an accomplished speaker, and a man of no small power. There was no mistaking that clearly affected aristocratic lilt, that deliberately placed hint of an upper-class British accent.
There were two kinds of demagogues—those who bolstered men's virtues, and the far more common ones who preyed on their sins. Kaiser's meal of choice was pride.
"
This city—this country
—has been sliding into depravity for years," he continued. "
But you all know that. None of you would be here if you didn't. And you all know the source!"
Cheering. A wave of disgust rose in the pit of my stomach, but I forced it down as Kaiser continued.
"
This country has failed to enforce its own laws!" he declared. "
It has allowed soft, weak-minded pity to outweigh pragmatism! It has spent enormous amounts of money, effort, and time to make sure the stupid, the inferior, the useless are cared for, while those who are useful are drained and tossed aside! Leviathan's passage has left this city in need of aid, and where is that aid being sent? To the 'less-privileged!' The lazy
! Those people who contribute nothing, and yet are somehow entitled to our tax money, while we hard-working Americans continue to pay their way! This country's social institutions have become a vampire, sucking away at the lifeblood, the moral fiber, that made America great from the beginning!"
The cheering was so loud, now, that I had to turn the radio down another few notches in the interest of caution.
"Man knows how to work a crowd," murmured Browbeat. There was something odd in his voice. Disgust, yes, as I might have expected—but also something like shame.
I didn't answer. Kaiser was speaking again. "
That is why we are here! We
are providing aid to those who need it—to those who deserve it! We are not so concerned with some arbitrary agenda that we will allow our own to starve! This is why Empire 88 is standing, and why we will not allow the corrupt government to beat us down! And yet they call us Nazis
. Well, Hitler revitalized his country in a matter of years from a depression like few the world has ever seen, even as this
country floundered in liberal policies which did nothing to alleviate its own crisis! We are its best chance at a return to America's former glory! We—"
There was a bellow, and then the radio went silent. I froze for the barest instant, and then, heart hammering, acted.
"Contact Console," I ordered Browbeat. "I'll keep listening in case she just phased. Get ready to move."
He nodded, already working on his radio. "Console," he said quickly. "We lost contact with Shadow Stalker. She—"
"I'm all right," Sophia said, her voice cutting in over the console radio channel. "I'm fine. They're moving, though. There's a
lot of capes here."
"Fall back," I told her. "Get back to us."
"Already on it," she said, and her radio disconnected again.
"Support is on the way," said Clockblocker. "Be careful. Piggot has given the call for broken stealth—the PRT is coming in hot."
"Understood," I said. "Where should we rendezvous?"
"Marston and Lockwood," Clockblocker said. "You know where that is?"
"I do," said Browbeat.
"Lead the way, then," I said. "Carefully."
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