Amelia, Ch 193
Vicky and Taylor shunted over together, on the helipad of the Houston PRT office where I was waiting. "Where are the others?" I asked.
"Horus has business to take care of," Taylor informed me. "Aceso, Lachesis and Osiris opted to stay with him." Oh, he must have found Purity during the cleanup. Of course they'd want to talk while they had the chance. Purity's new identity may have been squeaky clean, but she hadn't been able to make real contact with Theo for whatever reasons that seemed overly paranoid in my opinion. It was good to give them a chance to catch up.
"I guess that's okay," I replied, trying to sound disinterested in the situation. "They're not necessary for the debriefing, after all. You're still monitoring them in case of unexpected trouble, of course?"
"Of course," she agreed. All part of the act.
"Umm... Vicky, how are you holding up?" I asked. There was a lot of things between us right now.
"Shoulder's sore," was her answer. "I think Lilith did something that's keeping me from regenerating properly. It can wait until after the meeting."
"I meant-" You finding out about my attraction. Me trapping you in your own armor. What happened between you and Taylor. What you saw in that compound that horrified even Taylor. "You've never had to kill anyone before," I finally settled on the safest of all the things I wanted to say. ConcernSupport.
"I still haven't," she said dismissively. "That sack of shit wasn't human." AgreementDisgust. Oh god, Taylor and Vicky agree on something.
I frowned. This was just like Vicky. If she couldn't hit the problem, or yell at it until she got her way, she'd pretend it wasn't a problem at all. Like Dad's depression, and Mom's general bitchiness, and her make up to break up relationship with Dean. Now that I think about it, she hasn't even mentioned Dean since she was brought back from the dead. Maybe she was more like Zach than I realized.
We made our way to the meeting relatively silently, led by a couple PRT troopers, who politely left us to our silent contemplation with nothing more than a "Please follow us, ma'ams."
We walked into a rather spacious office. Houston was a big city, big enough to field three Protectorate teams, plus six of the Haven capes, and still remain understaffed. And that was before New Delhi. This base was understandably massive for those reasons. Already present was Halo and Prophet. We didn't know his powerset, but it was likely some type of precognition or high end thinker, based on the name.
Then there was Ranger, one of the 'makes others better' trumps, gifting superhuman accuracy and timing. He was the new head of the Houston Protectorate after Eidolon's pseudo-retirement to dedicate himself to the anti Endbringer efforts. Then of course the Director Lane, a middle aged man who reminded me of a significantly less obese, and slightly less masculine, Piggot.
"This was intended to be a scouting mission," the Director said with an attempt at neutrality that didn't match the accusatory language. We hadn't even had a chance to find our seats. He looked toward Victoria. "You're the one who killed Baal?"
"Ye-" Vicky started, but was cut off.
"It was my command," Taylor interrupted. "She informed me that she was confident her power trumped Baal's, but only if she was authorized to use lethal force. I authorized lethal force."
"And what gave you the authority to murder a suspect during a scouting mission?" he, again, kept calm. "You are not authorized law enforcement, and even if you were, you have no jurisdiction in this state."
"The fucker was going to rape a child!" Vicky shouted.
"Miss Dallon," he sighed theatrically. "If you can't restrain your temper, either leave or be escorted out."
"As if you could make me do anything," Vicky smirked.
"Vicky," I looked at her. "Please. For me?"
"Fine," she muttered.
"He's hostile for political leverage," Lisa informed us over the coms. "Afraid our alliance with Haven will do in Houston what we did in Brockton Bay, and our alliances in Boston and New York are doing there. Wants to make us look bad to Halo so he isn't willing to be too closely associated with us. Frankly, he probably doesn't need a lot of convincing. Our team name doesn't exactly inspire him to love us. Be apologetic about this, but not so much that it looks like weakness, that would be even worse than being proud of it. Couldn't hurt to imply that Lane would have left that girl to be abused. Buy me a few, I'm gonna make some phone calls."
"It was regrettable," I started. "But our only alternative would have been to let Baal rape and impregnate a fourteen year old girl. Khepri made the right decision."
"What are your powers?" Prophet asked, looking at Victoria.
"Brute, mover, striker, and combat thinker," Vicky answered without hesitation. "I can sense you using your power on me, by the way. My power's telling me that the longer I let you do that, the harder it will be for me to fight you in the future. Power detector? Analyzer? Wow, glad you're on our side."
"I would have liked to keep that a secret," he sighed. "Ironic, I guess. And your power is what made you believe you had to kill Baal to beat him?"
"He could have recovered from anything less," she answered. "My power said no to using containment foam on them, and ruled out all our other disabling options. It insisted that my options were kill, or let him go."
"Which fits with intel from other fights against them, as well as what we could learn from our own thinkers," Taylor added quickly. "Baal's escaped from foam before, and we now know that Lilith generates some kind of disintegration field through her skin."
"And that's why you dismembered Lilith?"
"She did that to herself," Taylor answered. "She attacked Lachesis, whose specialized armor is designed to use dimensional warping to disable attacks. You'd have to talk to our tinkers for details, but you have records on Vista and her power. Singularity was custom built to harness that. It even includes an anti-precog effect that likely explains why Lilith didn't know better."
"Beats my combat precognition, too," Vicky added. "Seriously, her power is so unfair. She is one of the Endslayers for a reason."
"And Seire?" the Director reminded us.
"Didn't have much choice," Vicky answered dismissively. "I hit him as hard as I had to to keep him from teleporting away, or we would never have found him. Ames will patch him up. Right, sis?"
"Of course," I frowned. This reminds me an awful lot of the E88 thugs before Leviathan.
SurpriseConfidence. "Umm, this may sound like a non sequitur, but what do you think of the Railroad Bandits?"
"Bunch of second rate thugs and vandals," the Director told us dismissively. "Not worth bringing up at this meeting."
"They play up a sort of noble thieves image," Halo added. "It's right there in their name, romanticizing tales of the Wild West and emphasizing anti big business and big government sentiment. In the interest of avoiding a long winded history lesson, it's easiest just to call it a southwestern version of the Robin Hood mythology. The Director's right when he says they're unimportant. Mostly guilty of nuisance crimes, and only against companies or groups that are politically unpopular. Certain vocal minorities even call them heroes. Why do you ask?"
"They found out we were in town," Taylor informed. "And have decided to preemptively surrender and offer join up. Apparently they smoked out one of the Fallen's drug dens and came away with a couple of the capes we hadn't found yet. Something about handing them over as a welcoming party gift. Minerva and our own public policy says we accept both of their offers. You can arrange the legal steps needed, right?"
Director Lane's skin changed to a lovely shade of scarlet. "You can't be serious!" he exclaimed.
"Hey, don't look at me," Taylor shrugged. "All we came here for was the Fallen. Seems our reputation preceded us." SmugHappyAmused. I smiled. We put a lot of work into that rep, it's nice to see it pay off.
"Is there anything else, Director?" I asked.
"We still haven't settled the matter of your subordinate," he emphasized the word, and I could imagine Vicky's response would be ugly. "And her premeditated execution of a man. A criminal, I'll grant you, but we don't take kindly to vigilante justice."
ConfidentCertainty. "Actually, Director Lane, we've taken the liberty of presenting our findings to Chief Director Costa-Brown," Taylor spoke up. "You should be receiving a call in three... two..."
A phone rang. Not taking his eyes off of us, Lane answered. "Yes?" "Yes Ma'am." "No, Ma'am." "I understand." "Sorry for the inconvenience." "Thank you, Ma'am." He hung up, and still hadn't stopped looking at us, though his expression had gotten even more unhappy as he listened to the woman on the other side of the conversation. "It seems the Chief Director has, after receiving and confirming evidence of a forced parahuman breeding program, issued a kill order on Baal, retroactively." He informed us. Somehow, he made it sound like he had just given Hitler the Congressional Medal of Honor.
"Awesome!" Vicky said happily. "So, I have a feeling you guys have a lot to talk about. Since I'm not needed anymore, can I go scout out the eateries? I promise to bring you back something delicious. I hear great things about ribs around here."
"That's probably a good idea," Taylor agreed. "You're dismissed."
"Thanks!" Vicky exclaimed, and then simply vanished from the room.
"Little sisters," I offered apologetically.
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A/N- Apparently 3k words in one day wasn't enough, so here's another 1600.