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A spray of gunfire met us as Armsmaster threw the wooden doors open. Armsmaster turned his face away from the bullets, and I saw his mask shift to allow plates to fold out, covering his mouth and chin.
"Get to cover!" he ordered over the clatter of bullets against his armor.
My teammates ducked behind the doorway. I couldn't join them—Narya couldn't free the civilians from that distance.
Instead, I dove past him, into the church. Bullets pinged off of my pauldrons and helm as I surged forward, head low, and charged behind a pew, more bullets sinking into the wood with muffled thuds.
One man was right on the other side of the pew, and as I slid into cover, he pointed his gun down at me. I was faster, and I met his eyes as Narya flared on my finger.
Those dull, blank eyes cleared and blinked at me, bright blue and a little watery. The man's half-open mouth, framed by a trimmed brown beard, closed. I saw him swallow. A faintest expression of mingled relief and revulsion crossed his face.
Then a bullet burst through the center of his forehead. Blood and flecks of gore exploded from the exit wound, spattering me, staining my armor and my face with red. The man slumped and fell, his ruined face turned towards me as it lay upon the back of the pew.
I couldn't see his eyes, but I couldn't shake the feeling that their gaze was on me, hurt and accusing.
I was shaking. I couldn't look away. On a nervous impulse, I licked my lips, and tasted the coppery tang of blood that wasn't mine.
Distantly, I knew what had happened.
Valefor ordered them to kill each other if I freed them. He knows I don't work instantly.
But how
had he known? Or had he simply left the compulsion as a gamble, on the off-chance that it might work? And what was the point? These people were innocent—what purpose did killing them serve? It didn't help him beat me, it didn't help him fight the Protectorate. If anything, it made him only more likely to be taken seriously—which increased the chances that someone truly scary, like Legend or Alexandria, might be sent to Brockton Bay to stop him. Why escalate like this?
Why kill this man?
And, more pressingly, there was a traitorous little part of my brain that didn't agree that
Valefor had killed this man at all.
Suddenly, there was an arm around me, and a voice screaming in my ear. "Annatar! Taylor!"
I blinked, and the world came back into focus. "Don't say my name, Shadow Stalker," I said evenly, turning away from the dead man to the girl crouching in cover beside me.
"You weren't—" she stopped herself, and then started again. "Dragon's going to foam the building, we need to fall back!"
I nodded. "Okay. Go, I'll be right behind you."
She turned into a wisp of shadow and sped away, out towards the doorway, and I followed, keeping low as the bullets pinged off of my armor.
Soon I was outside, and there was Dragon, right in front of me, a large cannon protruding from one shoulder. "Out of the way, please," she said, perfectly calm.
I stepped aside into the cover of the wall, and the moment I was clear, the cannon fired. Containment foam blossomed forth in a veritable river, bursting into the building and expanding to fill the hall.
Dragon kept spraying until the blob of hardening foam stretched from the doorway to the pulpit, covering up every one of Valefor's armed thralls. When the cannon retracted, she turned to me. "Are you all right?" she asked gently.
"Fine," I said, raising a red-stained hand to uselessly wipe away at the blood on my face. "It's not mine."
"I know," she said. "I'm sorry. We should have led with containment foam."
"Why didn't we?" Sophia asked, and her voice was harsh. "If we had—"
"It was entirely possible that Valefor would be absent," Armsmaster interrupted. "As he was. We needed to know that immediately. In addition, had Annatar managed to free a civilian, we might have been able to ask them where he went, or about his other operations. It made sense to try a more measured approach first."
"But it didn't work out this time," said Dragon, still looking at me. "Annatar, I'm sorry. Are you certain you're all right?"
"Yes," I said firmly. "I just—I want to hunt down Valefor and be done with this."
"Agreed," Armsmaster said grimly. "But we don't have a lot of options. The church was our best lead, and he seems to have slipped away."
"We'll find him," Dragon reassured him. "But we need to get back to the PRT perimeter."
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PRT vans had blocked off the street and the troopers were setting up a wooden barrier. As we passed it, Dragon turned aside, glowing blue eyes looking back over the road behind us, and the church still visible only a couple blocks away. "I'm sorry about the bad intel," she told Armsmaster. "He definitely
was there."
"I believe you," he said firmly. "It's not your fault. He's slippery. Can you and Annatar locate him again?"
"I think so," she said. "Especially since we won't be working alone."
Armsmaster frowned. "Did the PRT call in another thinker?"
"You could say that," came a voice from beside one of the vans.
There stood a girl with long blond hair, her teeth bared in a sly smile which reminded me uncomfortably of Valefor's. She was leaning against the PRT vehicle, wearing a blank white costume, and her familiar green eyes were roving over us. She wasn't hard to place. "Tattletale," I growled.
"What," said Amy, in a voice as hard and cold as a glacier, "is
she doing here?"
"We need all the help we can get." Dragon turned to us, her mask arranging into a sheepish expression. "Now isn't the time for grudges."
"Besides, Tattletale isn't here," said Tattletale easily. "The PRT paid Faultline extra just to make sure Tattletale was
absolutely not here. No sir. Definitely doing something completely unrelated right now. Hey, Panacea, been a while. How's your family?"
"Tattletale, please," said Dragon, her gritted teeth audible even through her helmet speakers.
"No, go right ahead, Tattletale," I said, giving the blonde a smile that was all teeth. "Keep baiting Panacea. I want to see what happens."
Tattletale blinked at me. "Hey, Annatar," she said. "How's Grue—oh, sorry,
Fume?"
"He's well," I said. "I like to think we're a better team for him."
To her credit, Tattletale's composure didn't even waver as she chuckled. "I suppose it's sensible to make sure his cage is gilded," she acknowledged. "Didn't expect you to be giving up one of your main modules this early, though. How's Panacea enjoying it?"
"Stop." Armsmaster's voice was clipped and burned with barely-contained anger and contempt captured everyone's attention. "Tattletale, you're rapidly becoming a liability. I wasn't involved in hiring you—"
"Hired, me?" Tattletale put a hand on her chest in mock surprise. "I told you, I'm doing something completely—"
"You are five seconds from me foaming you and taking you into custody,
supervillain," said Armsmaster evenly. "
Shut up. And get to work."
Tattletale narrowed her eyes at him for a moment, then nodded. "Yep, you're serious. Like to see that, but we've got bigger problems."
"Yes, we do," agreed Dragon. "Tattletale, Annatar, please come with me. We need to talk, and you need to see the footage I've recovered."
"The rest of you, stay here," Armsmaster ordered, looking around at the other Wards. "We'll try to coordinate the other heroes and help maintain containment."
"Panacea," I said quickly, "can you try to find them as well? With Nenya?"
She nodded, still looking after Tattletale with narrowed eyes. Nenya's light was shimmering around her like a faint corona. "Already working on it. Don't have much to go on, though. For all we know, they have a teleporter. But I'm trying."
"Thanks."
As I turned away, Panacea touched my arm. "Tell her," she said lowly, "that if she doesn't get her act together, I'm going to kill her."
I glanced at her. Amy met my eyes. Hers were dark and furious. "I'll tell her," I promised.
Amy nodded sharply and turned away.
I waved goodbye to my team and followed Dragon and Tattletale past the line of PRT troopers and vans to another PRT van, set a little apart from the others. Spilling out of the back of it was an array of screens and computer consoles, with everything from images, to video, to charts on them. The moment they came into view, Tattletale sped up, passing Dragon to reach this array.
"These graphs," she said slowly. "Why—seismic activity?"
"Look at the spike," Dragon said. "Just about half an hour ago."
Tattletale's eyes narrowed as she studied the chart. The graph was mostly just squiggles to me; a low-amplitude line of activity with a small surge recently.
"You think he tunneled under the church?" Tattletale asked.
"I think it's a possibility, but your instincts are better than mine."
"I don't think he has a cape that could do it. Explosives would be more obvious. I think a couple of local capes might have been able to do it, but it might also just be a natural spike. Can I see a longer timescale?"
Dragon nodded. "I'm pulling one up now. Annatar, can you switch modules and—"
"Rings," Tattletale interrupted absently, looking over the new graph. "We're all grown-ups here. No need for euphemisms."
Dragon sighed. "Can you switch Rings and begin trying to isolate Valefor?"
I nodded and pulled out the Jewelry Box.
"No," Tattletale decided as I switched Rings. "No, this spike is totally within usual margins. My power doesn't think it's Valefor."
"Okay," said Dragon, with an elegant nod. "We'll try something else. Can you take a look at my surveillance footage from over the church?"
Tattletale nodded. "Sure. You think they might have hacked your cameras?"
"I think it's a possibility. I've got algorithms scrubbing them, but I can't guarantee they'd work on tinkertech."
"Well, I'll probably be able to tell. Let's take a look." She glanced over at me. "Annatar, you just… do whatever it is you do."
I nodded, my eyes closing as I focused on Vilya. "Already on it."
As always with Vilya, the difficulty was coming up with a question to ask. The more specific the question, the less likely I was to get a coherent answer. Asking
Where will Valefor be in ten minutes? gave me nothing beyond
Brockton Bay. Asking
In which direction will he be? yielded
West, which was almost as useless, since I was currently one block from the coast.
"Wait," Tattletale's voice broke into my thoughts. "Annatar, you detected that Valefor
would be at the church, right?"
I opened my eyes and nodded. "Yes. And we know he was—"
"You're a
precog," she stressed. "And your powers don't do the whole "technically true" thing. No, either he was still in the church when you got there, or there was something
important about that church that led you there, instead of any of the other places he got all those thralls from. Dragon, can you get blueprints of the church?"
"I can certainly try."
"Get anything you have on the grounds, too," Tattletale added. "Call it a hunch."
I watched as Dragon's suit looked away for a moment. I imagined she was working busily on a computer from whatever remote location she was really in.
"Got it," she said. "Pulling it up. I think you were on to something."
A blueprint appeared on one of the screens. "Oh," said Tattletale.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The church's basement was modified a few years ago," said Dragon. "It was linked to an Endbringer shelter."
"And that's where Valefor is," said Tattletale. "Or was. Endbringer shelters tend to have multiple entrances, in case one caves in."
"Why wasn't the entrance to an Endbringer shelter marked?" I asked. "Shouldn't there have been signs?"
"There were," Dragon said dryly. "Valefor is a member of the
Fallen. I should have noticed the damaged signs on the street earlier. He must have vandalized them—partly in keeping with the theme of the Fallen, and partly to throw us off his trail."
Tattletale rolled her eyes. "If you'd just
let me into the containment area—"
"That wasn't going to happen," said Dragon flatly. "You
are still a villain, Tattletale. We're not letting you into an active M/S containment zone."
"I can't work if—"
"Can we get the blueprints to the shelter?" I interrupted.
"I'm working on it," Dragon said. "ShelTech has pretty good encryption. Tinkertech."
Tattletale closed her eyes. Something flickered across her face. "Coil owns that company," she said.
Dragon turned to her. "Really?"
Tattletale nodded. "I worked for him—well, the Undersiders did. He was our sponsor." She grimaced. "Our sugar daddy, if you want."
Some part of me—that same part which found itself drawn to stories, to interesting people and their struggles, that part which had listened raptly as Dean explained his history, and which had known instinctively that the way to win Sophia over was to get her to talk—wanted to go deeper into this. There was a story here, and I wanted to know it. But now wasn't the time. "That might be an opportunity," I said instead. "Assuming we have any active surveillance on Coil, could we use that to get into ShelTech?"
"I can hack into ShelTech's databases with some difficulty," Dragon said. "I'll set a worm to find blueprints." She sighed. The sound came out with an off dusting of static through the speakers. "Still, there are more efficient ways to do this. I'm going to search through the map of Brockton bay, and find the public entrances to this shelter. That'll at least get us started."
"And we can set a PRT perimeter around those entrances," said Tattletale. "That's a good start, at least. There may be another way out, though—especially if Coil's involved." She grinned wryly. "He's a snake, after all."
"But it's better than nothing," said Dragon. "I've contacted Armsmaster and Director Piggot. They're coordinating the PRT response now." She glanced at me. "Annatar, unless you think you have anything else to offer, Piggot wants the Wards to fall back as a reserve force now. You'll be called back in if and when it comes to an assault on the shelter, or we find Valefor elsewhere."
I grimaced. "I was hoping to finish this quickly."
"Endbringer shelters are defensible," Tattletale said dryly. "That's kind of what happens when you build a bunker, even if it's intended to defend from giant monsters instead of capes. With any luck, we can get him contained, and that's enough for now."
"I don't like leaving it half-finished," I grumbled.
"You're not," said Dragon firmly. "You're leaving this part of the job to us. We'll call you when you're needed, Annatar."
"All right." I sighed and shrugged. "You're right. Vilya's not going to be any more help on this one. Sorry I couldn't do more."
"It was worth a shot," said Tattletale. "And, hey, you did a lot for
me." She winked. "Always nice to get the scoop on a hero's limitations, as an aspiring mercenary."
"That reminds me." I met her eyes. "Panacea said to tell you that if you didn't get your act together, she'd kill you."
Tattletale rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots. Spare me."
I considered the thinker for a moment. "If you had to fight Panacea, you'd lose. Badly."
"You think so?" Tattletale snorted. "She's hanging by a thread. She feels like she can't rely on anyone—and, given her family, she's not even wrong. And I have stuff on her she doesn't even know about. I'm not scared of
Panacea."
"You should be," I said. "If you think you can break her, I promise you—you're wrong."
"I…." Suddenly, Tattletale met my eyes and fell silent, mouth still open. "Your Ring," she murmured. It wasn't a question.
"And even if she didn't get to you," I said quietly, "
I would."
"Annatar," Dragon said warningly, but I ignored her.
Tattletale's mouth failed to close for a moment. Then she managed it, her eyes fixed on mine. She licked her lips. "Message received."
I nodded once and turned to Dragon. "Where are the other Wards now?"
"Headed back to PRT headquarters," Dragon said, faint disapproval in her voice. "I can find their exact location if you want, but you can probably just connect with them by radio."
I nodded. "I'll do that. Good luck, Dragon."
"Same to you, Annatar."
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