My Star Spangled Invisi-Gal [MCU/Dispatch]

[Zetakille]

So question: the original Astral Pulse still is being passed around low-level gangs hands right now, like in canon, yeah?

 

[cliffc999]

That's a spoiler question. It'll turn up eventually.

 

[ChickenZero]

Nit pick here. I don't remember Robert seeing Chase as an Uncle type. I think he saw Chase more as the cool older brother/cousin type in their relationship.

 

[cliffc999]

Earth-Dispatch
Arrival: D Plus 47

"Please tell me you haven't entered this into any computers yet." Special Agent in Charge Davis implored her deputy.

"No ma'am." ASAC Washington answered. "I take it that I'm not going to be doing that?"

She looked back down at Steve Rogers' scores from the tactical assault course and back up at him. "Hell no. Hardcopy only, no duplication, single personal file, and no logging. And make sure you delete all the footage. If DoD ever got a sniff of these then we would never get their recruiter to stop camping our office for as long as Rogers was here. They would literally pitch a tent in the lobby." She whistled softly. "Have you ever seen anything else like this?"

"Ma'am, I haven't even heard of anything else like that." Washington acknowledged soberly. "But I'm still not sure that even we'll be able to recruit him. I could spot that they weren't eager to take even the temporary subcontractor position."

"That makes sense. She's the easy one to recruit; if we hook him then we hook her too, and if we don't then she won't. But Rogers…" She whistled out. "Basically his entire life to date has been defined first by his physical limitations and then by a military chain of command. He's barely in his second month of being really free to choose what he wants to do for the first time in his life, and he's just found someone he wants to share that life with. So right now he's emotionally primed to start pulling a Jack Reacher and just wander around enjoying his freedom from everything." Davis shrugged. "Well, if he chooses us then that will be his choice. But if he doesn't, it won't be because we either made him feel unwelcome or spooked him by pushing too hard."

"Understood." Washington nodded. "What did the all-agencies conference decide?"

"Follow me." she said, getting up from her desk. "The 1300 hours briefing is about to start, I'll get into it there."

"Everyone." Davis spoke from the podium in the briefing room a few minutes later. "Per the Attorney General's authorization, backdated to zero-hundred hours this morning the multi-jurisdictional task force 'Operation Duster' officially went active. The Bureau will be the lead agency of this effort, and I will be chief Action Officer for the task force. The primary objective will be the prevention of terrorist mass casualty events that are believed to be imminent in the greater Los Angeles area, and the secondary objective will be the location and apprehension of Elliot Connors, aka "Shroud", and his subordinates and co-conspirators."

"To briefly catch you up on what our sister agencies will be doing, the truck bomb already used and the explosives precursors purchases we've tracked gives ATF secondary jurisdiction." Davis continued. "So their war room and analysis center goes online parallel with ours and their people all get added to the legwork parade. DEA's primary contribution so far will be as a tactical reserve – all of their people with SWAT qualification are on one-hour alert cycle right now and sitting on their packed bags waiting for our call-up if we need them. Border Patrol is right behind them on the call-up list but for right now is primarily focused on increased scrutiny on all Customs frontiers in the district for certain types of shipments and components. In addition, they have three Predator drones assigned to their district for watching the border and I just called dibs on two of them. They're heading up here right now, and as soon as we get them they'll be taking watch-on/watch-off in a loiter over the LA area so that we'll have immediate access to overhead imagery whenever we need it."

"As for the National Guard, we haven't quite hit the threshold yet where they deploy but unless we're very fortunate it will be coming within the next several days. For right now the Adjutant General's office has warning orders out to the unit commanders to start rereading the contingency plans and preparing to execute them. And we mean all of the contingency plans. Multiple mass casualty events, coordinated bombing campaign, key infrastructure attacks, even mass evacuation if need be." She exhaled heavily. "This lunatic not only has all sorts of supervillain tech available and a genuinely frightening cyberwarfare capacity – and that reminds me, we're going to have to all switch to very strict data security protections and go practically back to hardcopy and word of mouth for the duration – but he's already gotten enough ANFO to build at least a dozen Oklahoma City sized bombs, and that's just what we know about. Maybe we're overestimating him greatly… but maybe we're not." she acknowledged professionally.

"When you say all the contingency plans, does that include Empty Quiver?" one agent asked nervously.

"Okay, not that one." Davis shook her head. "There are no even remote indicators at this time that Shroud has had any access to fissile material, so that's at least one blessing."

"Thank God." a nameless mutter floated around the room.

"Next up…" Davis continued. "Jenkins, I've had my head deep in the Shroud mess and nothing but for at least the past day. What's the current status on the SDN probe?"

"Preliminary sweep has turned up no active links to any of the flagged numbers or names relevant to the Shroud case." the other Assistant Special Agent in Charge answered. "On the other hand, our forensic accounting people cannot believe the preliminary results they're getting. Our White Collar Crime people and the Treasury are going to have a field day with all the crap that's churning up."

"Peculation?" she asked. "Embezzling?"

"Nope." He shook his head. "Right now it's looking like violation of mandated reporting requirements and Hollywood studio accounting writ large. You might remember that they had a board of directors shift and a limited buyout a few years ago? Well the new broom apparently decided that the prior profit margin just wasn't big enough, so they've started playing all sorts of games. The privatized hero companies are supposed to maintain a certain ratio of service capacity in reserve for actual superhero stuff as opposed to expending them on the non-emergency for-profit calls in order to keep their government charters, but SDN has been using every imaginable bureaucratic sleight of hand to shave the margins on those requirements for years. So essentially they're double-billing; the state and the county are paying them for a certain amount of service that they're only theoretically and not actually getting, as opposed to the substantially lower fees they'd collect as retainer for what the customer actually is getting. And then they run their people in the field like sled dogs to make up the difference, and then cook how they classify cases in the service logs to hide what they're doing. It's like… fuck, a cross between the Enron scandal and the bad old days before GPS trackers when basically every trucking company in the US was faking mileage logs to DoT, only with superheroes."

"How much of this can we prove in court?" Davis asked.

"After only a day of looking?" Jenkins said sardonically. "None of it, of course. I can't even take what we've got yet to a grand jury, let alone trial phase. I can only tell you what the preliminary sniff test makes me think might be going on. SDN has drawn enough layers of legal bullshit around everything that they're doing that it's the bureaucratic equivalent of the Berlin Wall. We can get through it, especially with the counter-intelligence aspects of the Shroud case giving us a way to get search warrants on some of this in a way that entirely bypasses the financial aspects, but it's going to take an irreducible minimum of time."

"When the press of urgency finally permits I have a young lady who used to work for SDN you need to speak to, as there's also at least one clear-cut case of privacy and labor law violations you can work with." Davis said. "But good job on getting even this much this early, and keep at it. The first priority is figuring out if it's safe for us to tell SDN about the Shroud case at all, though, because I really don't want to have to take on an entire supervillain crime syndicate just with assault rifles and one awkward squad of ex-villains and several independents."

"Understood ma'am." Jenkins nodded to her.

"Next up…" Davis continued.

* * * * *
​

"Is it always this boring?" Courtney pouted as she swung her feet in the air from where she sat perched on the edge of the cubicle desk.

"Every counter-terrorism case is the same." Steve answered her from where he sat nearby in an office chair. "The action phase only comes at the end of a lot of legwork and analysis." He pointed at the tall pile of paper sitting on the desk next to him. "Somewhere in that stack is a fact of genuine relevance to the case. It's almost a statistical certainty. The problem is finding it and picking it out from the million other data points buried in there that are completely irrelevant, figuring out how it hooks in to everything else you know, and doing all of that quickly enough it's actually still delivering useful intel instead of just being some analyst's hindsight memo six months after Shroud's already done."

"I don't really know anything about intel analysis and I have the attention span of a hummingbird." Courtney moaned. "Planting bugs this morning was kinda fun, but is there anything else I can be doing? Seriously, how can you sit still for all this? Are you even finding anything?"

"Just a few scattered references to some weird energy releases that don't seem to fit in with anything else we know, and a whole bunch of mundane stuff that probably doesn't mean anything." Steve acknowledged ruefully. "And I agree, this kind of work's not exactly fun. Still often necessary, though."

"Well, then just call me your angel of deliverance." SSA Sullivan broke in cheerfully as he walked up to their cubicle. "Customs has flagged a suspicious shipment coming through at Port of LA that dead-centers the pattern of Shroud's materiel orders, and the boss lady's authorized us to go do something about it. Time to suit up."

"Finally!" Courtney eagerly leaped to her feet as Cap secured his terminal and started gathering up all the papers he was working on to lock safely away. "What's going on?"

"Customs' computer search flagged a suspicious shipment currently sitting and waiting in a receiver's warehouse waiting for the customer to come pick it up later this afternoon." Sullivan explained as they headed down in the elevator. "So we're going to go sit on it and see who comes for it. There's several possible options from there depending on who shows up, ranging from bagging everybody at the drop to staying quiet and following the birdie all the way home. Idea on this one is you run out of costume and in tactical gear, so even if Shroud knows we're working the case now he hopefully still doesn't know that you're working it with us."

"Visi's powers are uniquely identifying, even if mine aren't so long as I'm not carrying the shield." Cap acknowledged. "Then again, her entire point is that you don't see her coming."

"Exactly." Sullivan agreed as they reached the basement. "Locker rooms are over here, we'll finish briefing on the way."

* * * * *
​

'Federal agents! Hands in the air, hands in the air!" Sullivan cried through his bullhorn.

The components shipment had been called for by just one rented truck and several anonymous Red Ring goons, so the decision had been made to just intercept the shipment and arrest everyone. If Shroud wasn't even risking one of his cell leaders on this pickup then the probability was too high that there would be at least one intervening stop-and-search for security's sake before taking the components to the main base, which ruled out following the truck back there or having Invisigal plant a tracking tag in the shipment.

And so they'd simply waited for the delivery truck to leave the shipper's warehouse and then cut it off in traffic with the armored Suburbans before it had gotten two blocks. Over a dozen agents in full tactical gear – as well as Captain America and Invisigal, both of them dressed in identical body armor and helmets – surrounded the several men in the panel van.

"Don't do anything stupid!" Cap called as he kept his assault rifle trained level on the driver's compartment. "You have nowhere to go!"

"Fuck!" the lead Red Ring goon swore as him and his fellows dismounted the truck slowly, the street lit in the evening twilight. "Okay, okay, don't shoot, we're not armed."

"Kneel down, hands behind your head." Sullivan ordered them.

"Nah, don't think so." One of the goons smirked. "We know your rules, cops. If we don't got guns or knives, you can't shoot us, right?" Their cybernetic implants began to grow red as the lead thug showingly cracked his knuckles. "So how's about we settle this mano-a-mano?"

"Fall back!" Cap ordered as he slung his rifle, and the FBI agents began to open up the distance. The thugs laughed and stepped forward, confident in their cybernetically augmented strength… only for the first one to go flying back into the side of the truck hard enough to dent the paneling, as Cap's kick caught him full in the chest and sent him into the air.

"The fuck?" the second thug marveled as Cap effortlessly parried his superhumanly strong punch and then trapped his arm and KO'ed him with his offhand. The third one barely had a chance to raise his fist before Visi jammed a hand taser into his neck from behind and laid him out, and the remaining two thugs who'd jumped off the back of the truck shrugged off several beanbag rounds from the agents' underbarrel launchers before Sullivan's flashbang grenade sent them staggering and set them up for Cap and Visi to finish their takedowns.

"Okay, this new 'enhanced agent' thing is working out really well for us so far." One of the subordinate agents congratulated the two ride-alongs as matters were efficiently trussed up in metahuman-rated restraints and tossed in the back of the prisoner transport. "We getting you guys permanently or is this just a pilot program?"

"They're still working on that." Cap temporized. "But I'm glad we were here, this would not have gone remotely as smoothly otherwise."

"If even the commonest street busts are turning into enhanced encounters, I'm going to have to talk to the boss lady about new rules of engagement." Sullivan agreed. "If not somehow getting a new issue of gear. But in the meantime, let's head back and get these guys processed… and then we've got another job to suit up for. The wiretaps picked up a cell meeting happening early this evening, and we're going to crash it."

* * * * *
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"We're in costume for this one?" Cap asked as the approximately fifty Enhanced SWAT tactical agents all met up at the assembly point in the darkness of late evening.

"We're talking at least three superhumans in there plus maybe ten to twenty Red Ring cyber-goons." ASAC Washington agreed as he put on his own tactical helmet. You'll need the shield and Visi will need freedom to use her powers to the fullest extent.

"We've been cleared hot on the cybered-up ones, right?" A burly assault agent asked.

"Yeah." Washington agreed gravely. "The boss lady consulted with the US Attorney's office and DoJ has concurred – for the duration, active use or threat of use of their super-strength augments is now considered lethal force. We keep playing patty-cake like we used to and Shroud's guys will just swamp us and tear us apart."

"Understood." Another agent meaningfully patted his assault rifle.

Cap looked at Visi. "You sure you want to deploy for this one? I've done this before… you haven't."

"I can't sit out. You need me." Visi looked at Cap sadly.

The veteran soldier traded a meaningful look with the senior FBI agent, and they both nodded in acceptance of the inevitable.

"All right." Washington said. "This is the feed we're getting from the drone right now." Every agent there pulled up the relevant stream on their phone's or PDA's Bluetooth. "Infra-red is picking up all their signatures. The ones marked with yellow dots are rank-and-file, red dots are confirmed superhumans. First phase is Captain America and Invisigal takes out their rooftop sentries quick and quiet, then they signal when the rest of us can move in. Once we're in position we stack up here and here. Team One, we breach the doors and enter on this axis. Team Two waits until the noise starts, then takes the ram tank in through this wall and hits them in the flank. Team Three, you're strategic reserve, come in as called. Cap, Visi, you go in at the same time Team One does but you enter here and drop straight on their command element. Team leaders, make sure everybody understands that Invisigal will be running loose in this segment so don't have your axis of fire cross through that space because we won't be able to rely on seeing where she is. Any questions?"

"We leading off with tear gas?" Team One's commander asked.

"No point. We already know one of the augments Shroud can potentially have given his people acts as breathing protection." Washington answered. "So Team One leads off with flashbangs as they breach, everyone else uses them on hardened individual targets as necessary. Outside of that it'll all be our enhanced operators and our weapons."

After briskly answering the next few questions that there were, Washington finished. "All right. We've got the warrants signed, we've got the usage-of-force authorization, and we've got the assets we need. It's time to start making Shroud really feel the heat. Let's roll."

The invisible heroine climbed up over the edge of the roof and took out the first of three Red Ring cyber-thugs walking patrol on the warehouse roof without a hitch, clearing a gap in their coverage to allow Cap to climb up too. Running swiftly yet quietly around the edge of the roof, Cap readily downed the next two guards and then paused to look down through the skylight and check out the situation. Morphus and two costumed villains he didn't recognize were in the center of the warehouse floor, addressing perhaps fifteen more Red Ring cyber-thugs.

"Rooftop secure. The rest are all assembling, not alerted yet." Cap quietly said into his communicator. "Problem is, the cell leader is the one that's living gel – punching or shooting him is not going to do much good, and we don't have any exotic weaponry. Do we abort?"

"No." Washington decided. "If necessary, we'll let him run. These guys are planning a major raid on a bank tonight, we can't let it come off."

"Understood." Cap nodded. "Hold a minute. I'm sending Visi back to pick up some of your heavy breaching charges, I've got an idea for something I can try." He nodded to her and she immediately turned and started climbing back down to where the assembly point was over half a block away.

"Gonna try to blow him up?" she asked Cap as she returned with the charges.

"Something like that." Cap nodded.

"All right, we're in position. Get set… breaching in five… three, two, one-"

Cap was leaping down through the skylight, his shield on one arm and safely carrying Visi in the other, even before the breaching charges tore open the main warehouse door and multiple flashbang grenades landed amongst the assembled cyber-thugs to daze and disorient them. The Captain parried the energy blasts of one villainess with his shield as he absorbed the impact of the twenty-foot fall with his legs and Visi disappeared into nothingness as she leapt to the attack.

"FEDERAL AGENTS! DROP YOUR WEAPONS, DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" the bullhorn-equipped strike team leader blared even as the ram tank breached the warehouse wall and another SWAT team entered. One of the disoriented cyber-thugs pulled the trigger on his laser, sending a wild shot well over the FBI agents' heads, and then that triggered several more of them into firing. The warehouse echoed with the raucous blare of automatic weapons fire as the FBI men returned fire, and men began falling.

As the conventional troops began to bleed each other the cat-themed martial artist Visi had targeted staggered as she materialized just as her furious left hook tagged the side of his head, and she laughed and faded away again before his furious counterpunch could land. The villain staggered as she faded into view again, having dropped down low into a kneeling sidekick to his shin, then fell flat on his back as she leaned back on both hands and brought both heels flashing up into his descending chin.

Cap meanwhile had already downed the energy-controlling villainess by simply shield-charging directly into her and sending her sprawling, then slamming his other hand into the back of the shield and punching her in the face with the shield-flat yet again. He then turned and brought the shield up barely in time to parry a furious blow by Morphus, then leaped up on top of a nearby handrail and did an acrobatic flip over the charging blob-villain's head. In mid-leap he snatched one of the heavy breaching charges off of his belt, flicked the timer on, and jammed his hand wrist-deep into the villain's amorphous body.

The force of the oversized plastique charge was absorbed by Morphus' physiology, but still left the villain howling in agony as a goodly-sized chunk of his mass was explosively separated from him. Cap stepped back and raised his shield for cover as several of the FBI agents took their cue and began tossing more flashbang grenades at Morphus to stun and disorientate him. Wounded, confused, and seeing that most of his forces were already down, the blob-villain turned and fled for his life, shoving aside several hapless FBI agents as he ran for the wall-breach the ram tank had made and fleeing into the night.

"Let him run." Washington ordered. "We barely have anything that can hurt him, and nothing that could contain him if we caught him. Command, tag and track him with the Predator – if we're lucky he'll lead us back to Shroud."

"No such luck." The watch center back at the Federal building answered. "Blob boy was smart enough to think we might have an aerial unit available – he just ripped open a manhole cover and went into the storm drains. God only knows where he'll come up."

"Well, at least we caught this many." Cap sighed. "And stopped Shroud's latest big move in his fundraising drive. Visi, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Visi said soberly, staring down into the warehouse where the assault teams were efficiently handcuffing and restraining the cyber-goons who were still alive… and where the ones who had already fallen in the battle were either being given medical attention or marked for burial as needed.

"Come on." Cap said, leading her gently away. "Is this your first battle where anyone died?"

"Yeah." she said. "And I know that it wasn't just legal here, it was legitimate. They would have killed all of us in a heartbeat if they could. The ones pulling triggers were actually trying to. It's just…"

"It's just this was your first time." Cap agreed. "And that this wasn't what you ever did for a living."

"No it wasn't." she agreed.

"Standard procedure for cops and agents is they talk to the counselor after every incident like this, particularly after their first one." Cap said. "I'll ask Nick to arrange something for you when we get back."

"That isn't-" Visi cut herself off. "You really think I need one?"

Cap's embrace was her only answer, and the only one she needed.

* * * * *
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Shroud turned away from the multiple-monitor bank in his office and leaned back in his swivel chair, steepling his fingers.

"Unacceptable." he intoned coldly.

"Yeah." Toxic said. "I guess those two didn't blow town after all. And we had fifteen million riding on that lab job, and nothing's gone right for us since."

"The revenue shortfall is serious, but the lack of confidence that the failures are starting to produce in my leadership is even more serious." Shroud intoned coldly. "Worst of all is the cause of these failures."

"From how you're talkin', I'm assuming that 'sheer bad luck' ain't a theory?" Toxic asked.

"No… although the Captain did his best to make it appear as such." Shroud said coolly. "But he tipped his hand regarding the shipment containing the backup mag-bottle components."

"The fucking FBI rolling up on Morphus' team meeting and him barely being able to get his ass out of there while we lost a whole crew in the process isn't the worst part?" Toxic asked incredulously.

"Toxic, precisely how do you imagine a dozen mundane agents overcame five cybernetically-augmented foot soldiers without using lethal force?" Shroud asked impatiently.

"You put it that way, then yeah." Toxic agreed. "Obviously the Captain was there too... but if he wasn't in costume then, then it ain't just him working the police scanner or getting tips from dispatchers, he's back in federal agent mode full-time or something. Boss, what the fuck are we stepping into? And how the hell are we stepping into it?"

"Captain America is responsible for all of our recent reverses somehow. I am certain of that fact." Shroud intoned coldly. "Things only started deviating from the plan after our manipulations released him and Invisigal from their obligations to SDN."

"But WHY?" Toxic said. "Him being here on a mission made no sense! Him only restarting that mission after he got fired makes even less sense-!" Toxic stopped as if he'd hit a wall. "Shit shit shit! There's one way this does make sense, but we'd completely overlooked it!" Toxic turned to look back at Shroud. "What if he was genuinely here trying to retire from whatever the fuck he used to do before… but then we ruined that for him?"

Shroud paused and blinked in furious thought, as multiple previously-unrelated or irrelevant data points suddenly assumed a new shape for him in his brain's analytical augmentation implants. "You… are correct." Shroud reluctantly conceded. "SDN and it's… mundanity, it's domesticity, was providing an escape for the Captain. An escape from a previous life that he had considered at least partly emotionally unsatisfying. Until our own actions voided that possibility for him while simultaneously revealing to him the existence of an enemy that he would perceive as similar to enemies he had fought before."

"So he goes right to the fuckin' FBI, who totally believe him because they have access to whatever classified service record he had that SDN didn't have access to, and now we're a major league counter-terrorism case." Toxic swore. "Boss, this is really not fucking good for us! Do you have any idea of how heavy the heat can come down when the Feds take the brakes off like this?"

"What is the progress on the primary objective?" Shroud ignored Toxic's panicked rant.

"We've almost got enough dominance into the organized crime networks of LA that the information we need will all have to flow through us." Toxic answered worriedly. "It's just a matter of days before we get what we need there. But the trick will be surviving that long."

"Then we must be prepared to ruthlessly triage as necessary." Shroud said. "As well as to repurpose old tools to new plans." Shroud stood up and walked outside his office, looking down into the assembly bay where his giant spider-mech was almost completely assembled. "I will take charge of the efforts to retool that for an entirely new scenario from what we had originally prepared it for. You will lead the probe necessary to determine where the Captain is getting the information to target his strikes against us from."

"Where do I even start looking for something like that?" Toxic asked matter-of-factly.

"There are two primary possibilities." Shroud said coldly. "And I will provide you with the plan for how to test them both simultaneously."

* * * * *
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Author's Note: I managed to get in the 'Cap's firing range scores' gag that was requested. And 'I haven't even heard of anything like that' is of course a 'Tombstone' reference.

More seriously, the intersection of techno-thriller and superhero genre produces the inevitable result; eventually someone was going to have to shoot someone, and now people have to deal with that. Cap's long since used to it, even if he doesn't prefer it, but Visi – even though she wasn't directly involved with it – is going to have to adjust to it. And decide whether or not she can continue to live like this or not.

The non-Morphus villains here are non-canon nameless throwaways. Shroud's just getting to the 'recruit a lot of the muscle available in LA' stage.

And Shroud finally begins to clue in, even he's still adding two plus… well, to be fair, it actually is two this time. Cap's 'retirement' was not voluntary, and Shroud is still refusing to accept he actually is a dimensional refugee, but Toxic actually got the essential gist of it. The man's crude, but he's not stupid.

 

[Lillie Jones]

thanks for the chapter
Continue on
Cheers!

 

[deathzealotzero]

So. I have a question. Are we going to have anything else from the MCU? As that is why I have gotten into this story when I haven't played Dispatch. Still an interesting story.

 

[cliffc999]

So. I have a question. Are we going to have anything else from the MCU? As that is why I have gotten into this story when I haven't played Dispatch. Still an interesting story.

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That is a spoiler. The ending will be Steve and Courtney returning to the MCU.

 

[shargle]

Author's Note: My problem in composing the upcoming 'Steve goes full SHIELD on the problem' bit is that since I am not actually an expert in counter-terrorism, I need to take extra care not to write the next part stupidly. Hence the slightly slower update rate while I work that bit out. But I can at least start the setup here, and I do.

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You gave us this disclaimer two days ago... and have posted 19k words since?? What on earth does your ""normal"" release schedule look like??

Thanks for the (relentless onslaught of) chapters!

 

[cliffc999]

You gave us this disclaimer two days ago... and have posted 19k words since?? What on earth does your ""normal"" release schedule look like??

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It's already completed on SB, I'm just migrating it over here.

 

[The Unicorn]

"When you say all the contingency plans, does that include Empty Quiver?" one agent asked nervously.

"Okay, not that one." Davis shook her head. "There are no even remote indicators at this time that Shroud has had any access to fissile material, so that's at least one blessing."

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My first thought? If Shroud is the guy who invented the power source for Mecha-Man, I wouldn't assume he needs any fissile material.

"Nope." He shook his head. "Right now it's looking like violation of mandated reporting requirements and Hollywood studio accounting writ large. You might remember that they had a board of directors shift and a limited buyout a few years ago? Well the new broom apparently decided that the prior profit margin just wasn't big enough, so they've started playing all sorts of games. The privatized hero companies are supposed to maintain a certain ratio of service capacity in reserve for actual superhero stuff as opposed to expending them on the non-emergency for-profit calls in order to keep their government charters, but SDN has been using every imaginable bureaucratic sleight of hand to shave the margins on those requirements for years.

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That's a good way to make SDN we see actually make sense.

"Nah, don't think so." One of the goons smirked. "We know your rules, cops. If we don't got guns or knives, you can't shoot us, right?" Their cybernetic implants began to grow red as the lead thug showingly cracked his knuckles. "So how's about we settle this mano-a-mano?"

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This shouldn't have been jarring, but the sudden shift from Clancyesque investigation back to superhero tropes made it feel jarring. There's no way cops in RL would have that sort of rule, fists and feet can very much be lethal weapons even without them having been enhanced.

"Standard procedure for cops and agents is they talk to the counselor after every incident like this, particularly after their first one." Cap said. "I'll ask Nick to arrange something for you when we get back."

"That isn't-" Visi cut herself off. "You really think I need one?"

Cap's embrace was her only answer, and the only one she needed.

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Very well done, also good battle scene.
Visi definitely needs a therapist, and not just because of recent events.

"Toxic, precisely how do you imagine a dozen mundane agents overcame five cybernetically-augmented foot soldiers without using lethal force?" Shroud asked impatiently.

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Do you want a list? Because I can think of a bunch of ways for them to do so. The simplest would be a warning shot, but even with an actual fight, if they could arrange to split them up and pile 6 one 1 they could do so without any special equipment, with tasers, batons and similar it could be even easier not to mention sedative darts etc...

Not saying Shroud thinking that is unrealistic, and it does fit the superhero tropes, but...

"There are two primary possibilities." Shroud said coldly. "And I will provide you with the plan for how to test them both simultaneously."

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I hope they manage to get Coupe out safely

 

[htgriffin]

Toxic stopped as if he'd hit a wall. "Shit shit shit! There's one way this does make sense, but we'd completely overlooked it!" Toxic turned to look back at Shroud. "What if he was genuinely here trying to retire from whatever the fuck he used to do before… but then we ruined that for him?"

Shroud paused and blinked in furious thought, as multiple previously-unrelated or irrelevant data points suddenly assumed a new shape for him in his brain's analytical augmentation implants. "You… are correct."

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Head Minion seems to have the better WIS score here, he is almost dead on with mere meat for memory retrieval and computation power.

The sad part is that if they had worked things out earlier... they may still be in this mess, but at least Shroud would have made a mental note to have the HR nitwit offed for making things so much harder for them.

 

[Prince Charon]

Head Minion seems to have the better WIS score here, he is almost dead on with mere meat for memory retrieval and computation power.

Click to shrink...

Yeah, Shroud does come off as a 'super-high INT, low WIS' type, which is common for supervillains - but it's also pretty believable, because less extreme forms of it can happen in real life.

 

[shargle]

It's already completed on SB, I'm just migrating it over here.

Click to shrink...

That makes a lot more sense.

 

[deathzealotzero]

It's already completed on SB, I'm just migrating it over here.

Click to shrink...

Duh! I can't be the only one who immediately went to SB to read the entire thing, right? Now I actually want a sequel. Sigh.

 

[cliffc999]

Earth-Dispatch
Arrival: D Plus 48

The insistent knocking on his apartment door woke Robert a couple hours after midnight.

"Who the fuck is it?" he angrily yelled at the door as Beef woke up barking. "Seriously, the building had better be on fire! It's the middle of the night!"

"Open the door." Coupe's voice begged quietly. "You're in danger and we need to leave!"

Robert immediately snagged the taser from where it lay on the floor next to the plastic chair he slept in, then remembered he wasn't dressed and dropped it long enough to pull on his pants. Opening the door, he was face-to-face with an anxious winged heroine, A quick look around revealed the hallway was empty.

"What's wrong?" Robert asked her.

"Shroud's ordered your kidnapping." Coupe said worriedly. "I'm supposed to be scouting ahead for the rest – they're right outside! We only have a couple of minutes!"

"Did you warn the FBI?" Robert asked as Coupe led him swiftly down the hallway, his arms full of a struggling dog.

"I couldn't. This is the first moment I've gotten alone since Toxic originally called us in to brief us." Coupe said quietly as they went swiftly down the emergency stairwell.

"Send 'em a message now." Robert decided, and Coupe pulled out her burner phone to compose and send a text… only to stare alarmedly at the screen. Zero bars. No carrier.

"Damn it, there's no reception in here. I need to get outside-" Coupe began.

Robert drew a panicked breath. "My cell phone works in here just fine. If you're being jammed- shit! They sent you in first as a test!"

"I'll be damned, you actually caught onto the trap before you finished jamming your dick all the way into the sausage grinder this time!." Toxic's voice sneered from the stairwell landing above them. "I guess even old dogs can eventually learn new tricks… if you beat 'em hard enough."

"Robert, run!" Coupe immediately called as she sent a flurry of knives at Toxic. The acid villain sneered as they dissolved on his corrosive coating, and he flew unscathed through her barrage of fire down the stairwell and sent Coupe flying with a superstrong punch.

Robert dropped Beef and rolled under Toxic, heading back up the stairwell. "Is he seriously acting like the idiot girl in a horror movie and trying to get away from the bad guy by going up-?" Coupe's flying sidekick took Toxic in the jaw as he'd turned to stop and look mockingly back up at Robert, and he fell back and hit the stairs with his hips and his head. "Ow! Okay, that one's on me." Coupe grimaced in pain as Toxic reached up and caught her descending arm with his corrosive grip, scorching the metal of her armored bracer as he flipped her up and over his prone body to land face-first on the landing.

"My backup's gonna be here any minute, so you might as well-" Toxic sneered as he regained his feet and prepared to stomp the prone Coupe… only to fall back screeching and coughing as Robert hit him full in the face with a CO2 blast from the fire extinguisher he'd been going for at the top of the stairs. Temporarily blinded and staggering, Toxic then took the thrown fire extinguisher square in the forehead as Robert double-overhanded it with his full strength and sent the villain flying the full length of the stairwell to crash heavily into a heap at the bottom.

"Time to go!" Robert helped Coupe up before vaulting over the railing to land on the descending half of the stairwell. "Beef, come on boy!" The little dog ran eagerly back down to his master and Robert scooped him up. Coupe half-spread her wings and glided down the stairwell to where Toxic still lay prone at the halfway point, and came down to drop a vicious stomp kick directly into Toxic's face backed by the full momentum of her fall just as he was starting to push himself back up, sending his head crashing back down into the floor. Another furious heel stomp knocked the villain out.

Barely a minute later the two desperately fleeing heroes exited the stairwell at the bottom. "Which way?" Coupe asked.

"We split up." Robert decided. "You can't carry me while flying and you're much faster. Get to Cap and the others, tell them what's happening. As soon as I'm in my car I'll get to-"

Twin blasts of searing lightning struck the duo from down the hallway, knocking Robert unconscious and staggering Coupe through her protective costume. Coupe's hastily thrown knife was intercepted on its path to White Lightning's chest by the gel body of Morphus, who then simply stepped forward and enveloped the helpless heroine as her punches, kicks, and slashes did nothing to him. Cut off from oxygen, she soon went limp.

"Go find out what happened to Toxic." Morphus ordered his cohort brusquely as he picked up the limp Robert in his other arm. "Job's done, now we get clear."

"What about the dog?" White Lightning asked, looking down at the stunned Beef.

"Grab it and dump it back in the guy's apartment, I guess." Morphus shrugged. "What kind of asshole fucks with someone's dog?"

* * * * *
​

"At least one of you has been a considerable thorn in my side." Shroud's merciless, toneless voice came from the teleconference viewscreen that had been set up as the two heroes hung upside down by their ankles from chain hoists that had been rigged to the ceiling. The two heroes had been drugged unconscious, only to awaken already securely restrained and surrounded by an audience of curious villains and thugs. "But you will no longer be allowed to exercise that privilege."

"Fuck… off…" Robert gasped weakly from where he hung, tied hand and foot. "You couldn't even have the balls to come here and do this yourself… Elliot."

"Leave him alone!" Coupe insisted from where she was suspended almost ten feet away upside down from a hoist of her own, her arms and wings securely bound in chains. "He doesn't know anything!"

"Maybe not, babe, but it's still fun!" Toxic giggled sadistically as he slapped the beaten and battered Robert on one of his garish new bruises, making him grimace. "But you're right. Maybe we should be talking to you."

Robert looked away from Toxic at the dimly lit silhouettes surrounding him from where he hung over what looked to be the floor of an empty storefront in a dying strip mall. He recognized several of the villains who'd been assembled as an audience to his torture and Coupe's punishment, but there were more than a few unfamiliar faces.

"Do your worst." Coupe sneered at him. "Do you really think you know more about pain than my old teachers did?"

"Oh, torturing you is pointless." Toxic acknowledged. "But I still owe this asshole a little more for that fucking fire extinguisher. And you care about him, don't you? He's your friend." he sneered.

"What do you want." Coupe glared back at him.

"Maybe I want to take my acid-coated finger… and jam it deep into Roberto's eyeball until I'm melting through the back of his eye socket." Toxic's grin twisted into a sadistic rictus. "So maybe you should come up with a topic of conversation to distract me."

"Who are you reporting to?" Shroud intoned evenly from the teleconference screen that had been set up in the improvised interrogation chamber.

Coupe stubbornly set her lip, then winced as Toxic's hand drew nearer to Robert's eyeball. "The Captain. And the FBI."

"For how long?" Shroud inquired.

"… about two days." Coupe said resignedly after a long, thoughtful pause. "He made me an amnesty offer during the laboratory attack. I accepted, and deliberately 'lost' the vial to him."

"How did he know of the attack in order to be there at all?" Shroud persisted.

Coupe's silence was met with Toxic walking over to where she was struggling against her restraints. With a knowing look back at Robert, Toxic reached out to touch her throat with his corrosive fingers-

"Cap was working with me." Robert burst out. "When I got the alarm call I tipped him and Visi off privately in addition to what SDN authorized me to dispatch. He was lucky enough to be closer."

"When did the Captain starting working with the FBI?" Shroud asked.

"I'm not entirely certain." Coupe answered.

"Almost since the day him and Visi lost their jobs." Robert contributed. "Blonde Blazer made the introduction for him, she knew a guy at the local field office."

"Hmmm." Shroud considered.

"What kind of heat are the Feds bringin'?" Toxic broke in.

"You think they'd tell me?" Robert shot back.

Toxic walked back and started caressing Robert's hair, and the acid began to lightly singe the man's scalp as the acrid scent of burning hair filled everyone's nostrils.

"They had to talk to the Special Agent in Charge to arrange my immunity! That's as high as I know it went!" Coupe shouted hurriedly.

"So, major case then. But maybe not major major case, if we're lucky." Toxic wondered out loud.

"How do you contact them?" Shroud asked.

"… I have a dead drop for routine reports. Emergency messages are sent by text, from a burner phone." Coupe eventually said.

"This one?" Toxic held up the phone that had been taken from the unconscious Coupe's pocket.

"Yes." Coupe nodded slowly.

"How do you authenticate messages?" Shroud asked. "What is the code?"

"I don't." Coupe shook her head.

"She is lying." Shroud answered after a momentary pause. "Toxic."

The acid villain caressed Robert's eyelid with his thumb, raising a painful welt. "What's it gonna be, babe? Are we playing Truth… or Dare?"

"All right, all right!" Coupe shouted desperately. "I have to ask an irrelevant personal question in every message, about someone we both know! If it's all business then they know I'm talking with a gun to my head!"

"Toxic. Compose a message as follows-" Shroud rapidly dictated a brief yet concise statement about a meeting Shroud intended to conduct in person approximately eighteen hours from now at a location Robert didn't recognize. "End it by inquiring about the Captain's… relationship status with Invisigal."

"Oh, that leaves me so much room to play with." Toxic giggled as he typed. "But nah, if I asked any fun questions then they might suspect I wasn't actually Miss Serious here. Aaaand, done." He hit 'send' on Coupe's burner phone and the text was dispatched.

"The trap has been baited, and the necessary information obtained. And that brings us to the second purpose for this gathering." Shroud intoned.

"… damn it." Coupe slumped. "Robert, I'm sorry. I thought he might at least spare you… but apparently not."

Robert looked around at the assembled villains. "Oh, that's why the audience. To watch us be made examples of." he realized.

"Got it in one!" Toxic caroled cheerfully. "Especially the traitor here. Fuckin' seriously, babe, what the fuck were you thinking? You had an express train to easy street, and you gave it up for people who weren't even payin' you? Who'd already backstabbed you?"

"Oh, I got backstabbed by both sides." Coupe spat back at him. "But one of them at least apologized and tried to make it up to me."

"Yeah, well, they can carve that on your tombstone." Toxic giggled. "'At least we said we were sowwwwy!'" he mocked. "And just for that, you get to go last. Hey boss, what part of Mecha Putz here do you want me to melt off first?"

"Before we get started, I want a word with your boss." Robert glared upside-down at the viewscreen displaying Shroud. "What was even the point?"

"You. Your father. Chase. Your little team of misfits. All of you persist in the delusion that you can defeat evil by being 'good'. But there is no defeating human nature. You cannot stop evil… but you can control it." Shroud replied.

"No, I don't mean your schemes here in LA. That's just money, power, control, standard bad guy stuff. I get it." Robert scoffed. "I meant back in the day, when you shot my father. What did doing that even get you?"

"Your father cheated me." Shroud hissed angrily, leaning forward into the viewscreen. "And so I took my revenge upon him!"

"If even Chase had to admit that maybe something had been hinky back then, then I'm pretty sure Dad did cheat you." Robert acknowledged soberly to the shock of everyone present – Shroud most of all. "But even then, why shoot him? You invented the Astral Pulse." Everyone gasped again. "You needed Dad to actually turn your design into a finished product, because you needed a master precision engineer for the actual assembly, but the key theoretical insight that made the Pulse possible in the first place was all yours. Lord knows I've never been able to reproduce the damned thing, and you'd better believe I've been trying."

"You… are actually willing to acknowledge this?" Shroud's voice betrayed his shock even through his mask's electronic voice distorter. "Publicly, in front of your enemies?"

"Yeah… because like it or not, it's the truth." Robert sighed. "And if there's one thing I've learned from the Z-Team, it's that if you're not honest with yourself then you'll never have the slightest hope of un-fucking whatever fuck-up might happen to be your life. But the thing I just can't get is why you murdered my Dad… when all you'd have needed to do for your best revenge was outshine him."

"What?!?" Shroud sputtered.

"Y'know, for such a 'master planner' you really didn't stop to think it through back then, did you?" Robert bit off the words as if he were cutting a steel rod into segments with a torch. "All my Dad had from you was one Astral Pulse that he could never duplicate without your help. One shiny gizmo to run one suit of armor with and nothing more. But you had a working design that you could have gone and hired any other engineer of equal skill – and there's a lot more skilled gearheads out there then there are science geniuses – to help you put into production. You could have manufactured all the Pulses you wanted. Solved the energy crisis. Done more good than a thousand Mecha Mans ever could have. You could have become the most famous scientist in the world. Nobel Prize, place in the history books… and my Dad publicly exposed as the man who'd defrauded you, when you made yourself a bigger public benefactor than him." Robert snorted. "But instead you chose this, and now Robert Robertson II is a dead hero and Elliot Connors is just another villain. And this... this petty crime drama is as big as your ambitions will ever get."

"You have no conception of the boundlessness of my ambitions… or the capacity I will have to realize them!" Shroud ranted. "My technology places me one step ahead of you – of SDN, of the government, of everyone! I can calculate your moves a thousand places ahead while you all fumble in the dark!"

"Then you've probably already predicted the deal I'm going to offer you now." Robert said calmly. "But for the benefit of the others, I'll spell it out. Let Coupe go, and you can get whatever further revenge you can find against a dead man by torturing his son to death as slowly as you can manage."

"Uh, we can already do that anyway, rust-brain." Toxic looked incredulously at the ice-calm Robert. "And then her, right after you!"

"Not if he bites off his own tongue and bleeds to death." Shroud corrected Toxic. "Which he is threatening to do right now if I do not accept his bargain."

"Robert?" Coupe sputtered incredulously. "What- why would you even-?"

"Because I was your dispatcher." Robert looked at her resolutely. "It was my job to supervise you… and to make sure that you were given a fair chance to do your job, and receive all the support you needed. And I wasn't able to do that for you then, so might as well try again now."

"No!" Coupe protested. "I offer the same bargain in return. Let him go, and I will willingly submit to your tortures." She glared at Shroud. "You know my background – even if you doubt that he is capable of ending his own life in cold blood, you know that I am."

"Your offer is refused." Shroud said coldly. "Knowing that the legacy of Mecha Man – and also the legacy of she who betrayed me – will both end in nothing but despair, suicide, and failure will be more than sufficient revenge for me. Toxic, begin… and now let us see if either of them has the courage to actually carry out their threats. But I very much doubt that he-"

And then the world flared brilliant golden as a blazing meteor crashed directly through the roof to land thunderously upon the floor in a three-point crouch. The shockwave of her impact sent the nearest villains sprawling back as the world echoed a heroine's wrath.

Blonde Blazer stood tall and then raised slightly into the air between Robert and Coupe, staring directly at Toxic as her eyes glowed like miniature suns. Shroud opened his mouth to comment and she contemptuously flicked an energy bolt into the viewscreen, shattering it before the master villain could even speak a word.

"You might think that you have the advantage." Blazer stated as matter-of-factly as if she were holding a business meeting. "That if you all attacked at once, even I would fall eventually." Her lips drew back from her teeth. "But I still wouldn't go down easily or quickly. So all of you can leave now… or half of you can die here."

Toxic opened his mouth, but his words forever went unsaid as Blazer leaned forward slightly and pointed her finger at him. "And you would be the first to fall, no matter what."

A long moment passed as every villain in the room held their breath. Toxic's eyes flickered left and right, measuring angles, judging odds… and then his fists lowered.

"She's right." Toxic looked at his subordinates. "This isn't the time or the place. Everybody out the back, we've got to clear the zone before half the cops in town show up behind her."

"Don't let me keep you." Blazer scoffed as the villains backed away and then fled for their lives. After waiting long enough to be certain they weren't coming back, she turned and easily lifted Coupe and then Robert free from the hooks they'd been hung upside down from and helped them to the ground.

"How'd you find us?" Robert asked after Blazer had made sure both heroes were all right.

"Toxic didn't think to turn Coupe's phone off after he sent that phony message, and Cap called both me and the FBI as soon as he'd gotten the text." Blazer said. "The night duty officer at the FBI had access to their phone tracking algorithm and a recon drone, so finding this building and scouting it out only took us a couple minutes."

"Lucky us." Robert agreed. "You were just in time. A couple minutes later and Toxic would have started melting my face open."

"Then I'm glad I didn't stop for drive-through." Blazer tried to joke. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Little banged up, but that's nothing new." he said. "Coupe, can you fly?"

"Yes." she answered, flexing her now unbound wings. "Where are we going?"

"Downtown, as soon as we can. Shroud gave away something important during his interrogation and monologueing, and we need to call a strategy conference as soon as possible." Robert decided.

"It's an hour before dawn, the people in charge won't be awake yet. Is it that immediately urgent, or can we stop to get you a change of clothes first?" Blazer asked.

"It's still that early? Thought I'd been out for longer." Robert wondered. "Well in that case, maybe some breakfast first."

"I'm sure they'll have something in the cafeteria." Blazer eye-rolled at Robert's macho stubbornness.

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​

"Coupe, I want to apologize." Cap greeted her from where she was sitting in an interview room in the Federal Building being fussed over by a paramedic.

"What for?" Coupe asked him.

"Not pulling you out earlier." Cap shook his head. "You were exposed for almost four full days, and the safe window wasn't anywhere near that long. But they wanted you kept there until they finished locking in enough remote surveillance to get an attack warning, and I didn't argue strongly enough against that when I should have. And for the past day we didn't even strictly need to, but we were all so busy planning our own raids and operations that I just didn't think to revisit it and neither did anyone else." Cap slumped angrily against a nearby wall. "I screwed up, and that screw-up almost got you and Robert killed."

"You weren't the one making the decisions." Coupe shook her head. "And you certainly didn't intend for this to happen. Nor did Robert… or Blazer… or even the government, I would imagine." She gave a single, mournful chuckle. "I can barely even comprehend my own thoughts right now. Look at me, sitting here trusting people."

"You remind me of another woman I knew once." Cap nodded as the paramedic finished checking Coupe out and left. "Also a child soldier and an assassin, and also someone who escaped that life and became a loyal agent and then later a hero. She had a little trouble getting used to the whole 'trusting' thing too at first, or so she told me once. But once she finally accepted it was for real, it became a very acquired taste."

"Did she remain a hero, once she had finally become one?" Coupe asked sadly. "Because I didn't."

"Yes you did." Cap said. "I mean, look at where you're sitting now."

"I joined Shroud willingly." Coupe shook her head. "As soon as I thought I had been betrayed. I didn't even stop to think about how I could possibly have remained the better person. Having been cheated – or so I thought – allowed me to readily justify my immediate descent to the basest depths to myself." She snorted. "Much like Shroud himself did once."

"And that lasted maybe a whole day before you clued in, while Shroud is still stuck there and will be for the rest of his life. So the real question is, are you ever going to make the same mistake again?" Cap asked her simply. "Or are you smarter than that now?"

"I'm not sure I'll even be allowed to make mistakes again." Coupe shrugged. "What is my legal status at present, anyway?"

"That's the good news." Cap said, handing her the manila folder he'd been carrying. "They just got that from the US Attorney's office, it's a written commitment to granting you immunity. You'll still have to finish all the formalities of giving your statement, having your plea validated by the court, et cetera, but they can't legally back out now unless you break your end first."

Coupe stared down wonderingly at the sheet of paper in front of her. "But- I didn't even get them anything. Scraps of information at best."

"You got more than you give yourself credit for. But more importantly, you were willing to die to save Robert's life." Cap acknowledged. "And that definitely counts for something."

"He was equally as willing to die to save mine." Coupe shook his head. "I-I can't even process such a thing. How do you deal with that?"

"You thank God that you have friends like that, and then you thank Him again that they didn't need to." Cap replied simply.

"Where the bloody hell is she?!?" a furious voice echoed in the hallway.

"In here!" Coupe called out, and the door opened to reveal a frantic Punch Up wearing a visitor's badge and being trailed by a very nervous junior agent.

"And that is my cue to give you two a moment alone." Cap smiled as he stood up and strode to the door. "My advice?" he told the agent. "You'll probably want to station yourself on the outside of the door."

"Protocol requires that I keep the escortee in plain view at all-" The furious twin glares he got from both Coupe and Punch Up immediately silenced the escorting agent. "Yes sir."

"Come on." Cap said good-naturedly, and the two men stepped outside and left the reuniting couple alone.

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​

"And that's what we know." ASAC Washington finished, as SAC Davis and the Special Agents in Charge for the other federal agency LA field offices and several other senior officials murmured to themselves around the conference table. "Shroud's power is apparently some type of probability calculation tech, but it has limits. Coupe was able to lie to him about the exact time of her recruitment, for example, apparently because the version of the story she gave was at least as probable a scenario as the actual recruitment had been."

"Which means further delay only works in Shroud's favor." the National Guard general said. "Everything he's done, all his operations, the pattern isn't just him building his resource base but also him deliberately picking fights with his probable opposition under controlled conditions. It's a reconnaissance in force."

"Normally the longer you drag something out, the more it just turns into attrition warfare." the Border Patrol SAC agreed. "Normally. But with this guy the more you fight him, the more he learns about your moves. Soon enough it gets to where you can't hope to touch him at all while he dances around you."

"Which implies that the only reason we've had as much success as we have to date is because we've had a surprise advantage." SAC Davis agreed. "An advantage that we are already losing."

"Also because the balance of forces still heavily favors us." the senior DEA agent put out. "And we can tilt that equation even further if we mobilize the Guard."

"Only in non-metahuman assets." ATF reminded them. "There we barely even have parity. What's the status on clearing the A-Teams, or getting independents or other allies?"

"I can guarantee myself, Phenomaman, maybe a couple of other A-listers I personally know, and my entire branch office." Blonde Blazer answered. "The real sticking point is SDN corporate. All it takes is one leak there to give Shroud advance warning we're coming and then it gets a lot bloodier than we'd like it to be even if we brought half the superheroes in LA."

"And we won't even begin to be all-clear on them in the next couple of days, let alone today." SAC Davis agreed. "As for networking with heroes directly by word-of-mouth and going unofficially…?"

Blazer shook her head. "Everybody I already listed are those who'd be willing to work with me even without SDN officially signing off on it. Most of the other people I'm acquainted with wouldn't want to risk their paychecks by taking 'uncleared work', even on government authorization."

"Seriously, what do you people even do over there?" DEA groused.

"Enough to be keeping our White Collar Crime people eating very well in future months." The FBI SAC agreed ruefully. "But we're getting sidetracked. You've all heard the analyses, you've seen the list of probable locations we've turned up from ELINT and overhead surveillance, and the old drydock that we tracked Toxic to from the site of Blazer's hostage rescue with the drone is almost certainly the current location of Shroud and the manufacturing facility he set up for whatever doomsday option he's been ordering all those components for. But that last piece of intel in particular will get stale in hours, not days. So ultimately the decision is, do we roll the dice now or hope for a sure thing later?"

"Normally I'd say 'later'… but not only are we on a lit fuse of unknown length with the potential truck bomb problem, but we just got through the explanation of how delay favors Shroud more than us thanks to his forecasting tech." ATF said.

"Agreed." DEA nodded. "Sometimes you just can't get a sure thing in this line of work, but you've got to go anyway."

Border Patrol and the National Guard also nodded.

"Very well then." SAC Davis agreed. "Nick, go tell all our people to start mustering. Gentlemen, your agencies already all know their place in the action plan – get your people ready to execute. Blazer, we'll need all the heroes that you can get us standing by and ready to move inside of three hours." She stood up and squared her shoulders. "I'll make the call to DC and then meet you all in the command center. Jasper," She nodded to the representative from the US Attorney's office. "Start the process on getting the warrants signed. Operation Duster goes into the final phase today."

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Author's Note: Yes, me taking a shot at canon Shroud for being chickenshit enough to take a dog hostage was deliberate. *g*

During this fic sometimes I have felt lazy as an author, because the canon game gives me so many good moments that I feel like I'm just retyping them here. Blazer's hostage rescue is absolutely one of those moments, even if the context of it was obviously different here.

Amusingly, this chapter ended up becoming basically the Robert, Coupe, and Blazer show, with our principals reduced to background characters. Hell, I think this is the first chapter since chapter one in which Visi gets no appearance at all. But, the plot flows how it flows.

And now all I have to do is get through the climax… and then what comes after the climax.

Heh. "All." Those chapters are going to be bears to write. But still, at least I got this story into the home stretch. Sometimes an author doesn't even get that much.

 

[Marchewmen]

I think shoud going for dog was because who would he take anyway?

Chase, who wouldn't give a fuck and just took as many guys before he ran out of time?

BB, who... like how exactly.

Invisigal was his semi-plant, so why bother.

 

[ThedudeManBro]

I think shoud going for dog was because who would he take anyway?

Chase, who wouldn't give a fuck and just took as many guys before he ran out of time?

BB, who... like how exactly.

Invisigal was his semi-plant, so why bother.

Click to shrink...

Also Beef was the sole being that wasn't able to kick his entire scrotum out though his tonsils.

Elliot is a fucking bitch.