They're escalating back."
And that's why you should always take the stairs! Ho ho h-YIPE! *dodges fruit*
Silence fell for a moment as the Wards considered that. I broke it.
"Sorry. Those food truck tacos are a bigger menace than the Endbringers, am I right?"
"We've come too far to turn aside now," I said. "We can't go back to the way things were. There's no status quo to go back to."
*slowly glances at Sophia*
I AGREE ENTIRELY.
"So what do we do?" Missy asked.
I have suggestions! Many, many suggestions! Hold on, I'll go get my explanatory pamphlets!
This is our city, and we will make them pay dearly for every inch of it they take, and every second for which they hold it.
I'm going to just pretend this is roughly the same speech Taylor will give before any future dates with... no one in particular, really. ("There will be no second base tonight. If you try, I will make you pay dearly for-" "JESUS CHRIST, TAYLOR, I GET IT.")
"Damn straight," Sophia said through gritted teeth.
Presented with no further comments....
"But what do we do?" Dennis asked. "How do we start?"
*opens mouth*
*pauses*
...fuck, I already used that joke earlier! *sigh* Carry on.
Without Narya, we're bringing knives to a gunfight.
Uh... you might want to rethink that particular statement, Amy. Knives are actually pretty effective, once you get in close. (21 feet or less, basically.)
So, you know... just get in close. (AND STAB THEM ALL THE FUCK TO DEATH.)
"Coil's been operating in the bay for years," said Chris. "It'll take more than a couple days to shut him down. More like months, with perfect planning and execution. It's not something we can just throw together overnight."
Bullshit! I've seen LOTS of fanfic do exactly that!
"We all have family here," I said.
"For better or worse," muttered Sam under his breath.
Continued implications that Sam isn't exactly copacetic with his family's values count: +1
"None of us want them put in harm's way," I continued, glancing at him.
Sam lifted a hand, waggled it in a vaguely "meh"-ish gesture.
"What do we know?" Piggot asked.
"Not a great deal," said Dragon.
"I'm sorry, Director. I've used every instrument I have available, but I STILL can't tell you why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch!"
Armsmaster was at her right, and beside him was Dragon, in a suit of golden armor.
(Occasionally, there was the squeal of metal on metal as Dragon tried to subtly grope Armsmaster's butt.)
I was to the Director's left, and to mine was Aegis. That was all. The five of us were responsible for deciding the fate of Brockton Bay.
Yes. The greatest T
hinker in North America, the leader of the Brockton Bay Protectorate, the leader of the Brockton Bay PRT, the leader of the Brockton Bay Wards, and... the newest and least experienced member of the Brockton Bay Wards.
I mean, I'm just pointing out the facts on paper, here. (Assuming you ignore little things like "the person who lead a charge on Leviathan with a sword... and LIVED," of course. Also, the fact that Brockton Bay is a miserable hellscape from which only horror and PTSD flows. Seriously, I hope this story has some sort of "BB Wards go on tour" thing at some point. I always love seeing the horrified reactions of other Ward teams to them. "Oh, god! We have to get you to the hospital!" "...what? Why? You mean for this little cut?" "I CAN SEE BONE AND ORGANS!" "...yeah, that's a good thing. It means they're STILL THERE. Gimme the duct tape, I'll be fine.")
...actually, all joking aside, I really WOULD love to see the way people react to the Brockton Bay Wards, or at least Annatar. I mean... she straight up
summarily executed carried out an entirely legal and properly sanctioned action against Bakuda, charged Leviathan with a sword, was DIRECTLY called out by the Fallen, is about to kick Heartbreaker's head so far up his own ass he'll be rechewing his last meal.... I'm betting the reactions of other (normal) Ward teams to meeting her would be
amazing. ("She touched me! I'M NEVER WASHING THIS HAND AGAIN." "...god dammit, Flechette, control yourself!")
It was daunting. But it didn't feel wrong in any way. Who else should be here, after all?
Taylor Hebert, Humblest
Maiar Woman Teenager in Brockton Bay, everyone!
Coil, of course, will almost certainly be located somewhere in his territory south of Downtown.
That's where the biggest, fullest septic tank is, you see.
We're assuming [Valefor]'s not in a position to impinge on Empire's territory to the south, at least for now.
And how weird is it when LITERAL Nazis are the better people in a situation? I mean... what the fuck, man. What. The. Fuck.
Right now, all we know is that he's somewhere uptown, north of Valefor.
Oh, he's an
uptown piece of shit!
Even with Velocity, Battery, and Triumph advising him," Armsmaster finished for her. "They have knowledge of our procedures and the particular workings of the ENE branch of the Protectorate and PRT
....wait.
*slowly LOOKS at that list*
That's... uh... not the ONLY thing at least two of those people have knowledge of, Armsmaster. I mean... Velocity's the odd man out there, if you understand the general thrust of what I'm trying to imply here? I'm just saying, if Heartbreaker tries to get Battery or Triumph to spill out, as an ENTIRELY RANDOM example, any of their deepest secrets....
Well.
I suspect there's a moderate chance of Fedora Interrupt, if you get my drift. (Contessa might end up murdering Heartbreaker the fuck to death.)
"I work with you fairly often, though," said Dragon.
For the record, Dragon? I'm underlining you and Colin on The Chart. Twice. ...maybe even three times.
"Can we get in touch with Regent?" I asked.
Piggot blinked at me. "You're aware he's a murderer?"
*slowly glances at that whole Bakuda
summary execution officially sanctioned and totally legal action thing again*
*coughs*
Aaaaaawkwaaaaaard.
And he must have left Heartbreaker for a reason. He might be more than happy to help us fight his father.
Well... when she's right... she's VERY right.
It's getting a little crowded in my city.
*wild, hysterical laughter*
Yes. YOUR city. Totally.
And do we even know how many capes Heartbreaker has?"
"No," said Dragon grimly. "More than just himself, Velocity, Triumph, and Battery, though."
Yeah, if you start counting all his kids, for sure. All his Master/Stranger/danger kids.
I'm inclined to let Coil keep Narya, for now—let it burn away at his soul until all that's left is a husk.
Couldn't happen to a more deserving person.
Also, I really hope we see the outcome of that. More specifically, I want ARMSMASTER to see the outcome of that. You know, so Taylor can look at him pointedly and say, "This is why the Rings are only supposed to go to those chosen by them."
said Armsmaster with a grim frown on his bearded lips.
I... might suggest "bearded face" there? As written, it makes it sound like his lips are completely bearded.
"I think we should also try to get in touch with Lung. I don't exactly like the idea of working with him, but he can hopefully help us reinforce the northern perimeter."
Well... that might be easy enough. Just go "Hey, Lung? You remember that time you got your ass kicked by an Endbringer? Yeah, their cult is in the city. Wanna distract Heartbreaker while we kick their asses a bit?"
"We don't have enough people," Piggot snarled, and there was something raw in her voice.
For the record? This little bit right here was REALLY well done. Only a few short lines and you really showed the depth of character on Piggot. Seriously, her characterization in this fic is AMAZING, Lithos.
I don't need fucking Eidolon or Alexandria,
*puerile giggle* What about REGULAR Eidolon or Alexandria? Would they do?
No, we can't pull out now. Not unless there's no other choice.
*puerile giggle* Make a note, Dragon: Armsmaster's against pulling out. Plan your relationship accordingly.
Something clicked, and the bottom dropped out of my stomach. "My dad lives there," I said.
Oh. Oh, good. Time for another
summary execution officially sanctioned and totally legal action!
NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT, AEGIS. ...and yes, I realize the irony of ME saying that!
I was already reaching out with Vilya. Was Dad in danger?
The answer came readily. Yes, he was—imminent danger.
SMASH CUT to DANNY HEBERT'S OFFICE
DANNY is DOING PAPERWORK
DANNY: "Ow! God damn papercuts!"
"He's my dad," I said simply, already reaching to buckle my sword-belt on.
*eyes that sword*
Yuuuup, traditional Mayan football with Heartbreaker later!
"Of course not," said Dragon gently. "We can spare two more Wards to go with her, can't we? It shouldn't be a long mission. Send Vista and Shadow Stalker. With Vista, they can be in and out quickly, and Shadow Stalker is the best infiltrator we have."
*narrow eyes*
I... cannot help but feel vaguely worried about Dragon's instant caving and suggestion to send three more FEMALE capes to the area with Heartbreaker in it.
"The last villain who hurt my father is dead. I'm not letting this one get away with it free."
...good lord, Taylor. Why not just hang a big ol' flashing neon sign saying "I'M GOING TO GO MURDER HEARTBREAKER" over your head?
Our eyes met. For a few moments I held her gaze.
"I'm not running away from this," I said softly. "I'm not leaving him behind."
*wince* OH. Oh,
ouch. Right in Piggot's vulnerable bits. Jeebus FUCK, Taylor, you don't take prisoners in ANY fight, do you.
"Do you know, when you do that?" she asked quietly. "Do you know exactly what makes it all fit together, or is it some kind of instinct?"
"A bit of both," I replied.
...HURGH. God
DAMN, the emotion packed into that bit. Well fucking done, Lithos. Holy shit, well fucking done.