Mayor was talking to a few people about renovating homes and building for a fee when Armsmaster and Miss Militia approached her. As the people parted for them, she jumped at the sight, but after a moment, offered a business card to Miss Militia. It was professionally made, with glossy ink indented on the matte card. She admired it for a moment before putting it in her shirt pocket.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you Mayor." She said, offering a hand shake to her which the Mayor took.
"Nice to meet you Miss Militia." She responded, giving a smile. It was a nice touch that her mask didn't cover her mouth.
"Are you announcing your intention to run against Mayor Christner?" Armsmaster asked. The Mayor shrugged.
"Like I told those reporters, I don't have any intention as of now to run against him. I'm more interested in helping the city than running a campaign. It's just a name." She explained. Armsmaster nodded.
"Have you thought of joining the Protectorate? We could use someone like you." He asked. The Mayor frowned.
"I'm, I'm not that old. Younger than seventeen." She said.
"Hm. Must be the suit that makes you look older." He said. "Well the Wards program are for people like you. You're a powerful shaker. The gangs will want to recruit you."
"I'm not interested in the Wards program. And the gangs can try." The Mayor laughed to herself, in good humor.
"The gangs aren't a game." Armsmaster grunted.
"Well, we'd appreciate it if you came in as an independent hero. We have free power testing." Miss Militia tried. The Mayor tilted her head in thought.
" ... What can the Protectorate really offer me? I am my own protection, and I know my powers really well. It's all benefit to you and none to me. No, Miss Militia, I'm afraid I'll have to pass on that." She tipped her hat and walked away to a car. She got in, and a car full of E88 tried to follow very obviously before their car disappeared.
"Damnit." Armsmaster said.
Piggot wasn't going to be happy.
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It was frustrating how the timelines he caught her ended in disaster, Coil thought. Sometimes literal disaster. No matter. He was learning more and more about her powers. He knew some of the people who asked her for renovations. Maybe he could ...
And Coil continued to weave a web, unknowing of the trembles coming down the strands.