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Trump Card (Worm AU) [Complete]

Part Twenty-Four: Rubbing it In
Trump Card

Part Twenty-Four: Rubbing it In


"Holy crapping Christ on a Tinkertech pogo stick."

Über's words, soft and almost reverent, were the first I heard as I exited the bathroom. I took a moment to finish towelling my hair dry, or rather damp, then wrapped the towel around my head and put my glasses back on. Around about that time, I noticed the smell of cooking food; however, my attention was on where Über and L33t were glued to the large-screen TV.

"What?" I asked. "What happened?" As an afterthought, I added, "And who's doing the cooking?"

"You happened," L33t supplied, without looking away from the screen. "When this goes online, they're gonna have to invent new ways to count the hits."

"And I'm doing the cooking," Über said, almost apologetically. "After the ass-kicking you just handed Lung, I figured that you deserved to have someone else do it for you."

I grinned at him. "Well, finally. But if I have to beat up a supervillain every time I want you to do the cooking, I'm pretty sure we'd run out of volunteers fairly quickly."

"I dunno," L33t commented with a snicker. "Start with the Empire Eighty-Eight and work your way down the roster. When they find out you're doing it to get home-cooked meals, they might just leave town."

Über and I laughed out loud at the same time. "Okay, yeah," I conceded, "but I suspect they won't just line up to be beaten senseless. Anyway, what's happening?"

Über pointed at the screen. "L33t just showed me the edited footage. We haven't even started to work on the finished product. We were just now admiring it. Frame by frame, in some cases."

"Talking about frames, I want to print out and frame some of these screencaps," L33t put in. "There is no way in hell you're gonna get anything nearly as impressive this side of an Endbringer battle."

Curious, I strolled over the the couch and leaned on the back, on my elbows. "Wait," I blurted, as the picture on the screen became clear to me. "What the hell? That's a dragon."

"Yup," replied Über in the same almost-reverent tone that he had used before. "That's you, in the middle of the fight."

I looked at the picture. It clearly showed a large draconic figure, scaled in a brilliant red and gold, gouting flame from fang-lined jaws at a more metallic-looking version. Lung looked powerful; the dragon looked … magnificent. Terrifying. Amazing. I gulped. That was me?

"Wait, but how?" I asked.

L33t shrugged. "I'm guessing holocloak."

"But I didn't have a dragon image in the holocloak memory." L33t was advancing the footage slowly; I watched as the two dragons clashed in midair. I remembered that clash; I just hadn't known how it looked.

"Your armour adapted," Über pointed out. "Maybe your holocloak did too."

"Holy shit." I shook my head. "So that's what happens when a power copying Trump wearing armour inside a Manton field meets a cape that can adapt and change his shape and size."

"Well, you have to admit, it was a fairly unique set of circumstances, but yeah," agreed L33t. "That's what happens."

"One thing's for sure," Über said with more than a touch of satisfaction.

"What's that?" I asked, without taking my eyes off of the screen. I'd been there, and the fight hadn't looked this awesome to me.

He grinned. "You'll be going on just about everybody's do-not-fuck-with list."

"I don't even believe that's a thing," I protested. "Is that a thing?"

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"Well, she just went on my do-not-fuck-with list," Dennis breathed, pausing the clip and looking around at everyone. "Is that pure and utter bullshit, or just regular everyday bullshit? What do you guys think?"

Chris had a glazed look in his eye. "Adaptive power armour. How the hell did she build adaptive power armour?"

"You're sure it's power armour and not just, well, her?" asked Rory.

"No, it's definitely some kind of power armour," Chris stated. "We've got the tail. But how in hell did she make it adaptive?"

Missy looked at Carlos. "She wasn't wearing power armour when we fought her, was she?"

"No," he agreed. "There was no motif, and she was pretty skinny. Presuming that we are talking about the same person."

"It was North Side," Missy reminded him. "They lost millions of dollars worth of equipment. Stuff that would only be really valuable to a Tinker."

"Well, if it was the same person, and she's now sporting power armour," Dean decided, "she's definitely had an upgrade." He paused. "Vicky didn't say anything about adaptive armour when she fought her. Just some sort of narcoleptic touch."

"Well, we're about ninety percent sure that this cape is the same one who fought Vicky at the armoured car robbery, and also did the raid on Coil's base." Chris ran the action back to the firefight inside the casino. "See that big-ass rifle? It changes shape, kinda, but it's pretty distinctive all the same. She's carrying it in all three encounters. And that's pretty well the clincher for power armour too. It's gotta be about the same size as Vista."

"Hmm, yeah," Carlos agreed. "I see your point. You'd need some sort of strength augment to lug around a weapon that size."

"Wait, are you saying I'm fat?" demanded Missy hotly.

"No, of course not," Dean hastened to reassure her. "You're adorably petite." Ignoring her pleased flush, he went on. "But a gun the size of you is a big-ass gun by anyone's standards."

"And that raises another matter," Dennis put in. "When she first showed up, she didn't have power armour. And she still kicked your butt, Carlos, and Missy's too."

"And I'm half-thinking now that she went easy on us," Carlos commented. "Given what she's doing these days."

"Yeah, don't remind me," grumped Missy. "I can't believe how thoroughly she owned us."

"So anyway," Dennis went on, "what I was saying was that she's upgrading her armour. First appearance, it was pretty well vanilla. Brute rating and the sleepy-time touch that she used on Glory Girl. Next appearance, teleportation. This appearance, teleportation and adaptation. What's she gonna be doing next?"

"To hazard a guess," Carlos decided, "anything she damn well wants."

Chris' phone beeped. "Ah, gotta go," he told them. "Armsmaster wants my help."

"Have fun," Dennis told him. He turned back to the screen. "Fast forward it. I want to see her face-plant Lung into the ground again."

"But we've already watched that bit," Missy pointed out.

"Seven times," Dean agreed.

"So? It'll never not be funny."

They considered that.

"He's got a point." Carlos picked up the remote.

"Wait, wait," Dennis held up his hands.

Missy looked at him. "What?"

He pointed at the empty bowl. "We need more popcorn."

<><>​

Chief Director Rebecca Costa-Brown leaned back in her office chair. "Good evening, Emily," she said to the empty air. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"There was another Über, L33t and Hax incident just tonight," the Director of PRT ENE informed her over speakerphone. "The footage is online and it's going viral faster than ever before."

"Have you viewed it?"

When Director Piggot replied, there was a strange note to her voice. "Yes. And I think you should, too."

She really thinks I should.

Sitting forward, Rebecca typed rapidly at her desk computer, calling up the appropriate website. A few more keyclicks got her the latest filmclip. She turned the volume down; at that moment, she didn't need to be distracted by the colour commentary from Über, L33t or Hax.

"So, a robbery," she observed. "With a … Halo theme, if I'm not much mistaken?"

"That's what I'm told," Emily replied; the tone of her voice indicated disinterest in the current theme.

"What is this place? Some sort of casino?"

"Yes. An illegal one, run by the ABB. Keep watching."

Rebecca put the clip to run at double-speed; she was well able to keep up with the action. "I'm impressed," she observed. "A full-on firefight and nobody got hurt."

"Well, one man did," Piggot stated. "The cashier. He tried to shoot Hax. Friendly fire got him. They sent us the footage separately, to prove it wasn't them."

"Wouldn't matter in a court of law," Rebecca observed absently. "They precipitated the firefight, they're to blame for any deaths." She blinked. "Is that Oni Lee?"

"Yes. Now it gets interesting."

'Interesting' was one word for it. Rebecca watched as Hax engaged Lung and they began to fight. She had been in her own fights before, many of them against more impressive foes than Hax. But still …

"Wait." She paused the action. "That can't be right."

"What can't be right?"

"She's taller than she was before. He's growing but so is she." She frowned. "Some sort of optical illusion?"

"No illusion. Keep watching. It gets even better."

True to Piggot's word, it got better. After Hax threw Lung out of the building through a brick wall – and Rebecca knew exactly how many foot-pounds of energy were required to perform that feat, making her whistle silently under her breath – the view changed. As had one of the combatants.

"Wait," she demanded, pausing the footage once more. "That's not Hax."

"That's Hax," Director Piggot assured her.

"That's a dragon."

"And it's Hax. Wind it back. You'll see the beginnings of the change before she throws Lung out through the wall. Our best analysts assure me that this is the case."

Possessed of perfect memory, Rebecca didn't need to rewind the footage; playing it back in her head, she noted what Emily had pointed out, the beginnings of the change from Master Chief to fire-breathing dragon. In addition, the postures and patterns of movement were the same. "I see. You are correct." She set the clip in motion once more.

She's matching him. He gets bigger, so does she. He becomes more draconian, so does she. Is she matching the changes, or instituting her own?

A moment later, her question was answered as he tried to smash her into the ground using her own tail as a lever; the tail disconnected, becoming a flexible length of segmented metal in his hands. He cast it aside, launching himself at her. When she did this to him, he could not detach it. Did she deliberately detach it, or did he tear it off?

"Please tell me you retrieved the tail," she said urgently.

"We retrieved the tail," Director Piggot assured her. "Armsmaster and Kid Win are examining it as we speak."

"Did she detach it or did he tear it off?"

"She detached it, I am told."

"What does the end look like?"

"That's the really interesting part. Plugs and connectors. Very normal looking. And a series of sockets for clamps. Armsmaster jury-rigged a matching interface for it, and he's able to manipulate it as she was doing there. Dangerous looking thing, though. Did you see the thagomizers?"

Rebecca blinked. "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." This was a new feeling for her; her encyclopaedic memory usually allowed her to keep ahead of any new terms.

"Kid Win assures me that's what they're called. It's an palaeontological term for the spikes on either side of a stegosaurus' tail. This tail has much the same sort of thing, only razor-sharp titanium steel. I watched Armsmaster put them through an inch-thick steel barrier, using only the tail's built-in servomotors for power."

"Thagomizers." It sounded like a joke term, even after it was explained to her.

"Apparently it comes from a comic strip. In any case, yes, we have the tail. It serves to give an idea of just how dangerous the rest of the suit is."

"So I see." She set the clip in motion once more. The fight went on; with increasing disbelief, she watched the dragon grow another tail. Regenerating capes are bad enough. But regenerating power armour?

And then she clicked to the reality of the situation. She has something that allows her armour to mimic powers as well. It's how she can match off against Brutes so well; she takes on their Brute capability, as does her armour. And it can also apparently make use of other aspects of their powersets.

It all made a lot more sense now. Lung became draconic; Hax mimicked the power and her armour did so also. And of course the holocloak is a part of the armour, and thus it shows a draconic aspect as well.

When Hax slammed Lung face-first into the ground, she winced, despite herself. But when the raging cape had his face ground into the melting asphalt while the red and gold dragon atop him roared her name to all and sundry, she shook her head slowly. That has to hurt. And I'm not talking about physically.

And then, with a flash of light, Hax teleported away; Rebecca half-expected her to return and humiliate Lung yet again, but the clip ended there. Displayed on the screen was the new logo for Pwnage, with the following tagline:

Cash retrieved from patrons and cashier: $10,563. Cash retrieved from vault: $748,450. Watching Lung get Pwned by Hax: Fricking PRICELESS.

Sitting back, she set it going again, giving it only half her attention while she mused over the implications.

Lung is going to be pissed.

It wasn't her problem … but it would be Pwnage's. The ABB leader would pull out all the stops in order to regain his reputation after such a humiliating defeat. Which made it the problem of the PRT, if they wanted Hax alive for the next Endbringer battle.

That power armour is a terrifying force multiplier, in her hands.

In anyone's hands, the armour would be dangerous. Equipped with a teleporter and possessed of sufficient strength and armour to give it a reasonable Brute rating on its own, even a normal could wreak havoc with it. But with her particular powerset, it magnified her abilities considerably while giving her significant protection no matter what powers she was copying at the time.

I would not like to fight her while she is wearing it.

"Chief Director? Are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I was just … thinking. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. It was most impressive. I'll be expecting the full analysis on that tail and its …" She paused, still not sure if the word was indeed a real one. " … thagomizers. Also, I'd like you to consider something."

"Yes?"

"Imagine how things could be going if Alexandria hadn't smoothed things over between Hax and the PRT."

With that, she put the phone down. The Triumvirate, working as a team, could defeat her, she mused. We would, of course, have to work at range. But let her get close enough to tap our powers … She shuddered; the idea of facing someone with Legend's or Eidolon's powers, able to use them better than either hero, was somewhat daunting. Or if she got close enough to tap my powers, and with that teleporter she could, and then used my speed to stay within range of me without letting me tag her, and using my durability to survive the others …

That was not a fight she wanted to consider going into lightly.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

It was only a little later that the question occurred to her. If Über and L33t were in view almost the entire time … how did they manage to access the vault?

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"Lisa?" Brian's voice was slightly strangled. "Would you come have a look at this, please?"

Lisa's head came up. "The Pwnage video?" She came out of the kitchen.

"Yeah," he said.

"We on it?" asked Regent, pausing his game and looking over at where Brian was sitting on the sofa with his laptop.

"No, we never appear, even in the crowd shots," Brian assured him. "I've been looking."

"Okay, cool," Lisa said, sitting down beside Brian. "So what … oh, wow."

"Wow is right," Brian agreed. "For starters."

They listened to the chatty dialogue between Über and L33t, with occasional dry one-liners from Hax. In contrast, the action on the screen was violent, almost visceral. Lung's savagery was evident; he wasn't pulling his punches. He wanted to kill Hax.

The two dragons, one faux-real, the other metallic, tore at one another, wreathing the battlefield in flame. As they fought, they grew larger, more dangerous, more destructive. Bricks powdered when struck; asphalt melted and then boiled.

"I saw some of this," Lisa breathed. "But not like this … oh god."

"What?" asked Brian. "Something wrong?"

"If they'd kept fighting …"

Alec raised his head. "We might've had another Kyushu. Two monsters just tearing the city apart while trying to kill each other. And Hax would be tapping Lung's power, so they would never stop."

Lisa's face had become remarkably paler, the freckles standing out in sharp relief. "Yes. That's exactly what would have happened." In her mind's eye, she could see it; two draconic beings, enlarged vastly beyond their human origins, shattering the city into a burning wasteland in the course of their battle.

Brian swallowed. "And we teamed up with them?"

"Well, hey," Alec pointed out. "We're making out like bandits, here. Our share's gonna be insane."

This time, Brian shook his head. "No, you don't get it. I like them as people, but as capes, they're really scary."

"Hax is really scary," Alec corrected him. "Über and L33t are … well, they're Über and L33t."

"Currently teamed up with arguably the scariest cape in Brockton Bay," Lisa reminded him.

Alec shrugged. "Okay, so we make a rule."

Brian looked at him. "A rule?"

"Yeah." Alec spread his hands. "If we team up with them again, we make sure we're not going against someone who can turn the battle into a …"

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BrickFrog (Original Poster)
Posted on January 29, 2011:

If you haven't seen the latest Pwnage video, go there NOW and watch it. Holy frikkin' crap. Full. On. Kaiju. Battle.

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Bagrat (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
No, it's not CGI. No, it's not doctored. My contacts in the PRT assure me that it's clean.

CapeFollower (Cape Groupie)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Is it just me, or is that basically Godzilla vs Mecha-Godzilla? With Lung playing the mecha? Because, you know, metal.

XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied on January 29, 2011:
But the dragon-thing *grows* in the course of the fight. How does that even work? It's gotta be CGI shenanigans or something.

Bagrat (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
The best guess is some kind of adaptive armor. How that works? No clue.

ICanHazKitty
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Oh crap, there goes the east coast. Time to move to Earth Aleph. Are they taking immigration?

Lurker (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Nope. I've been checking online. There's a few phone videos up, nothing to the quality of the Pwnage stuff, but it verifies the video.

CapeFollower (Cape Groupie)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Whaddaya mean, move? That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Especially the face-plant. Hax, I don't know who you are, but I love you.

Keenblade
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Adaptive armor? How does that even work?

ArcticWolf (Veteran Member) (Cape Groupie)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Well, she's obviously doing *something* to mimic his powers. Maybe she's rigged her armour for Trump powers.

Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Frickin' Tinkers. And I say that with the full knowledge that Kid Win is standing beside me.
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OverTheTop
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Is it just me, or did Hax just out-Lung Lung? Rage dragon 1.0, meet rage dragon 2.0.

Hodor
Replied on January 29, 2011:
I, for one, welcome our new draconic overlord. No, not Lung.

RingworldEngineer (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
I have to wonder. If she managed to rig her armor to copy Lung's power, could she do it with someone else? Say, any member of the Triumvirate?

XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied on January 29, 2011:
I'm not so sure that this video even shows Hax turning into a dragon. Inside the casino, she's wearing Halo armor. Then outside, she's apparently a dragon. What if U&L have *two* new members? One who's a Tinker and one who's a Trump? And they share the name Hax?

BrickFrog (Original Poster)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Yeah, that 'draconic overlord' stuff? Normally, I'd consider that a joke. After seeing that video? Not so much. Hax, please don't hurt us.

Lurker (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Okay then, which one was it who took part in the armored car robbery? Because witnesses place only one other cape there.

XxVoid_CowboyxX
Replied on January 29, 2011:
The power armor one, of course.

Viking185 (Temp-banned)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
All I can say is that it's good to see the slant put in his place. Hax, you're all right in my book.​
With a soft thump, my forehead hit the desk. Seriously, do all the idiots come out to play when this sort of thing happens?
Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
And that just earned you a temp ban, Viking185. No racially inflammatory posts, thank you very much.

BrickFrog
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Pretty sure she fought him because he attacked her and her crew. Of course, he *lost* because she's awesome.
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CapeFollower (Cape Groupie)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Yeah, I'd cheer just as hard if she went all Smaug on Kaiser's steel-plated ass.

TrixieBell45 (Cape Groupie)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Oh wow, oh wow. I must have watched that clip ten times. How awesome was it when Hax pushed Lung's face into the dirt?

ArcticWolf (The Guy In The Know) (Power Guru)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Interesting thing to note. A couple of times during the fight, when Lung hit Hax particularly hard, there was just a flicker. I'm thinking some sort of hard-light cover?

MinionNumber21 (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
It has been verified that Hax was indeed the cape who fought Lung. She was wearing power armor that sports some kind of image alteration. Note that she did not do this at the instigation of the PRT, but during the commission of a crime. Both Lung and Hax remain at large.

PrettyBoy54
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Not really a fan of Hax, but Lung really needed to be taken down a peg or ten, so there's that.

Aegis (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Vista and I have already tangled with her once before. Even without the power armor, she's scary good. With it ... well, we saw what she did to Lung.

GandalfWasRight
Replied on January 29, 2011:
So that's what a dragon mating ritual looks like ....

ArcticWolf (The Guy In The Know) (Power Guru)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Okay, now that's an image I can't unsee.​
Me neither. I rubbed at my eyes. What is it with people?
Gryphon454
Replied on January 29, 2011:
So I'm wondering, does Hax take requests? Because I wouldn't cry at all if my place of work got flattened. When I wasn't there, preferably.

Miss_Militia (Verified Cape) (Protectorate ENE) (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Please don't discuss potentially criminal acts on these boards. Citizens are warned that Hax is a known supervillain and should not be approached if seen in public.
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GloryGirl (Verified Cape) (Cape Daughter) (New Wave)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
I have to say, she was pretty professional about it when she took me down. Even left me in the recovery position.

JudgeFargo
Replied on January 29, 2011:
So does this end the effective neutrality of Uber and Leet as far as being villains goes? Up until now, they haven't targeted fellow villains.

Fraggadelic
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Lung says: "Hax OP. Pls nerf."

Scattershot
Replied on January 29, 2011:
That fight needs to be set to music. Preferably something in death metal.

PopRocksAndCola (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Huh. Usually by now, we'd be seeing AllSeeingEye making some pithy comments that cut right to the heart of the matter. What's the matter, did the fight knock your power out of commission?

David673
Replied on January 29, 2011:
This is getting out of hand. Now there's two of them.

Lurker (The Guy In The Know) (Veteran Member)
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Maybe we should invite Dragon to Brockton Bay so we can have the set.

OctoKing
Replied on January 29, 2011:
Well, one thing's for certain. Lung is gonna be PISSED.​

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Lung spoke through clenched teeth. "And what of Oni Lee?"

Jin, the only one of his minions brave enough to face him, shook his head jerkily. "The authorities dug his body out of the building," he revealed. "He was killed by one of his own grenades."

"But how can that be?" demanded the leader of the ABB. "He never made a mistake like that before!"

Jin's terrified shrug was more like a spasm of his neck and shoulders. "I don't know, sir. I wasn't there. I just know that he is dead."

"Hrmm." Lung's murmur was like distant thunder. "Send in the men who were there. The ones who were downstairs. The ones who let them rob me. I want to hear what they have to say."

"Yes, sir." Jin made his escape.

Moments later, the men in question were shoved into the room. Their hands were tied behind their backs and their faces were bruised. Lung looked them over. "What happened to them? Was it the robbery?"

Jin shook his head. "No, sir. They tried to escape. We had to stop them. Two of them managed to get away before we could secure them."

Lung fixed him with a hard stare. "Find them. Bring them to me. Or you will take their place. In the meantime … give us the room."

The unbound minions scurried from the room; the door was slammed behind them. Lung turned to those left behind. "Now, you will tell me everything."

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It took all of Jin's nerve to wait outside the door. Within, Lung's voice had gone from a formless rumble to a shout, demanding answers that the men did not have. This had progressed to meaty thuds, clearly audible through the thick door, then to an ominous silence.

After that, the screams began.

Jin wanted to run, but Lung knew where his family lived, knew their names. If he ran, if he deserted the ABB, he would be a marked man. There would be nowhere in Brockton Bay that he would be able to run to, no shadow deep enough to hide in. He and his family, his wife and little boy, would have to leave the city and travel far away to escape the vengeance of Lung.

More screams, nerve-racking in their intensity, tore at his nerves. I don't know how far would be far enough. I would always be looking over my shoulder.

The alternative, to kill Lung and end the danger, simply never occurred to him as a serious solution. Lung had faced Leviathan and survived. An insect such as Jin could never even hope to pose a serious threat to his life.

Smoke drifted under the door; Jin shivered. So glad it's not me. So glad it's not me.

The door opened. Lung, standing a head taller than when he had entered, loomed in the doorway. Behind him, the men he had been questioning lay on the floor. Some were whimpering, others were ominously still. None were unscathed; the stink of burned flesh was thick in the air, as was the smell of human excrement. Jin fought not to gag at the stench.

"Remove this trash," growled Lung. As he stepped past Jin, the hairs on the minion's forearms curled in the heat emanating from the leader of the ABB. "And bring me the other two."

"Yes, sir." Jin watched Lung stride away, trailing heat haze like a banner. He knew he had no choice.

He would find the two men who had run, or he would die trying.

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"So what do you have?"

Armsmaster looked up as Director Piggot entered the laboratory. Kid Win didn't, as he was currently disassembling an intricate mechanism in the tail.

"Director," the older hero greeted her. "This is a fascinating piece of equipment. You say Hax built it?"

"I'm not sure who built it," the Director corrected him. "From all appearances, her power armor grew it during the fight, then detached it once it became a problem."

Kid Win looked up then. "That'd actually make a lot of sense, in a really weird way," he observed.

Piggot frowned. "Explain."

"Sure." He indicated the internals of the tail, where pieces of the outside armor had apparently been levered or cut away. "None of this was built, as far as we can tell. No bolts, no screws. Not even welded or soldered. It's as organic as something made of metal and plastic can be."

"Very efficient," Armsmaster agreed. "No single component does one specific thing. They interlock and overlap. There's no wasted space. From all appearances, it was created as a whole, rather than assembled from individual components."

"And yet, the plugs, the connectors, the fact that it uses electricity and responds to computer commands?"

"Yeah, that's the fun part," Kid Win acknowledged. "It's mechanical. The connectors make it plug-and-play. But there are no individual parts that we can point at and say 'this does that'. So yeah, it's basically an organic machine made up of standard carbon steel and other mundane materials."

Piggot closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she looked at Armsmaster. "All right. One question. Is there any way – any way at all – that this could be used to pin down the identity of the person in the power armor without question?"

They both knew what she was asking. He had been a part of the near-disastrous raid on the Hebert house. But neither of them mentioned Taylor Hebert by name.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he replied. "I've got nothing."

"Well then, keep at it," she told him. "Let me know if anything new comes up."

Turning, she left the laboratory; she refrained, just barely, from slamming the door.

I know it's her, even if there's nothing to prove it. But one day there will be.

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"Okay, seriously, that's you?"

Dad stared at her/me as she/I turned away from the computer monitor.

"Yup," she/I confirmed. "That's what I was doing while we were having dinner. During the movie, I was showering then helping to do the final edit on the filmclip."

"But … that's Lung," Dad protested. "How could you … how were you even able to fight him? And do that?"

In his eyes, as he looked at her/me, was a whole new expression. The first few robberies I had committed were, by and large, meat and potatoes type cape heists. Show up, have a brief tussle with the forces of law and order, take the goods and go. But the encounter with Lung had been on a whole new level. Things would never be the same again. I would never be the same again.

I had to pause as I thought about that. Was I becoming desensitised to the whole fact that I was now a serious supervillain? A few comments on the PHO boards indicated that people outside Brockton Bay were beginning to take notice. One or two were even from outside the US, which surprised me considerably.

"I did it because I had to," she/I answered him while I considered the question I had set myself. "He would have killed us, not just beaten us up and thrown us out. Lung plays for keeps. As for 'how' … well, let's just say my armour's got more tricks in it than most people realise."

"But you turned into a dragon," he protested. "How did you even manage that, with your armour?"

"I was kinda surprised, myself," she/I admitted. "But it all seemed to work out in the end."

Yeah, I'm a supervillain, I decided. But I'm doing it for a good cause. If the good guys can't get their act together, I'm gonna have to be a bad guy.


End of Part Twenty-Four

Part Twenty-Five
 
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Heh, just how close is Chris to figuring out his specialty with his examination of the tail? :D
 
Given that this is QQ (SFW section) what does everyone think Taylor's going to do when she comes across Browbeat?
 
You know what would be interesting? Taylor meeting Parian, considering that Parian is apparently using her power wrong.
 
Given that this is QQ (SFW section) what does everyone think Taylor's going to do when she comes across Browbeat?
Heh. The possibilities are endless.

EDIT: Oh ... shitballs :p

Browbeat's bodily alterations are permanent even if his power is neutralised.

This could be interesting.
 
Well he can use his own power to reverse any changes, so it's not like some sort of "No Takebacks" rule.

It just means she could use his power to make her body awesome and then it would stay that way when she lost his power.
 
Just remember her armour, a suit of power armour that counts as part of herself and shapeshifting? Oh boy could things get nuts there. Actually that's a thought, what happens if she copies Aegis and starts getting injured? Would it integrate the suit into her to cover functions turning her into a cyborg? Definite possibility, it does make things do different functions and the suit has some rather useful ones, although doing something like blinding herself to try and integrate the super cameras into her eyes would be rather dangerous.
 
How wrong is it that I want her to use Bonesaw's power to arrange to carry around the brains of her defeated enemies, and clones of the brains of everyone else?
 
Alternatively, she could kidnap Vista, then use her power to carry a bunch of capes stuffed in an extradimensional backpack.
 
Alternatively, she could kidnap Vista, then use her power to carry a bunch of capes stuffed in an extradimensional backpack.
Depending on how much Vista's power can be munchkined, Taylor need not kidnap her (or impact her life much at all, really), to never be out of range of her.
 
Depending on how much Vista's power can be munchkined, Taylor need not kidnap her (or impact her life much at all, really), to never be out of range of her.
Not too viable most likely, as soon as they swap to another cape the effects from Vista's power will start collapsing so they'll only be able to use anything for a few minutes before having to swap back to Vista to renew the effect. Plus sleeping is a thing that happens.
 
When I had met Alexandria, not so long ago, I had found her power to be different from the others that I had copied to that point. Those other powers had been vital, active, vocal. They had spoken to me, explaining their capabilities, all the little tricks and improvements that their users had worked out. With Alexandria, it was like reading a document, a contract. It was all there, in black and white, easy to understand. But it wasn't alive. It didn't speak to me.

I had thought that perhaps it was a quirk of her powers; after all, she was the only member of the Triumvirate who I had ever met.
Just noticed this bit in Chapter 17 in a reread, because it's wrong. She did come across a power that behaved more like a manual before and specifically pointed it out. In the meeting with MM, Sophia, Triumph, the Director and I think Velocity, she noted that Triumph's power was more like a manual when compared to the others.
 
Just noticed this bit in Chapter 17 in a reread, because it's wrong. She did come across a power that behaved more like a manual before and specifically pointed it out. In the meeting with MM, Sophia, Triumph, the Director and I think Velocity, she noted that Triumph's power was more like a manual when compared to the others.
Huh, true.
 
wonder how her power will react to Imp

be funny seeing Imp getting Imped like in HCtBB
 
With a soft thump, my forehead hit the desk. Seriously, do all the idiots come out to play when this sort of thing happens?

Me neither. I rubbed at my eyes. What is it with people?

Am I wrong in thinking that this was part of Lung's section?
 
Part Twenty-Five: The Big Leagues
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Part Twenty-Five: The Big Leagues


Thursday, February 3, 2011

"It's been five days." Lung's voice was ominous. "You promised results. I have not seen results."

Jin could feel the radiant heat from where he was standing, several yards away from his boss. "I – I've been doing my best." He did his best not to babble. Babbling would make him seem incompetent and weak. It would quite literally be the death of him if Lung decided that he had become part of the problem.

"Your best." The words were ominous. "Has your best gotten them into my grasp? Has your best found my missing men?"

There was no need to wonder who 'they' were. 'They' were Pwnage, especially Hax, who had humiliated Lung in a way that nobody had in Jin's memory, but also including Über and L33t, who had supplied much of the gleeful commentary. The computer had not survived the experience.

"I have leads," Jin told him quickly. "We've narrowed down the area that this group -" One of his men had made the mistake of uttering the word 'Pwnage' in front of Lung. The result had been a swift and agonising death. "- may have their base in. I have men staked out through that area. If they see any of them, I will know immediately."

"What of this rumour that Hax is really a teenage schoolgirl?"

Jin shook his head. "The girl in question is the one who was rescued from Coil by Hax."

"Could it be a cover story to protect her identity?"

"I investigated that possibility through our connections with the PRT. The reports I read, the security footage I viewed, all match up precisely with the relevant footage from their show. I don't know who started that rumour, but it's baseless. The girl's alibi is rock-solid."

"Is there any sort of connection between them?" pressed Lung. "We could use the girl as bait."

Jin considered that. "Not if we wanted to catch them unawares," he concluded. "Even if there was a connection – personally, I think Hax did it as a publicity stunt – once we kidnap this girl, we advertise to these people that we're gunning for them. This will lose us the element of surprise and give them time to prepare. Without Oni Lee, we're not as strong as we were. Also, according to that show, Hax teleported to the interior of Coil's base, despite never having been there before."

Realising what he had just said, he froze. I just called the ABB weak. If he chooses to take it the wrong way, I am so dead.

Lung's jaw went rigid and his eyes flared. The heat coming off of him redoubled. Jin thought that he could smell Lung's clothes beginning to scorch. But, ever so slowly, Lung nodded. "We do not want to give them the slightest advantage," he conceded. "When we strike, it will be swift and sudden and unexpected. Merciless."

Relief poured through Jin, but he didn't allow it to affect his tone or expression in the slightest. "Yes, sir. I was thinking that exact same thing myself. Like it or not, with Hax in the group, these people are actually good at what they do. We don't want to give them any chances at all."

"True." Lung grimaced. "And the men who ran?"

"They both left town. Boston. I think. I have men looking for them there …?" He made the statement into a question. Do I continue with that, or leave it alone?

"Put more men on it," Lung ordered. "I want those two back. And let me know the moment that you find out where those people have their base. We will capture them alive, with their equipment intact. And then we shall use it to show their adoring public the consequences of their actions." His fingers curled, mimicking the talons that would decorate them once his transformation began. "Very, very slowly."

"I'll do that, sir," Jin promised.

"Good," grunted Lung. "Go."

Jin escaped, thankful that he could blame the sweat that sheened his brow on the excess heat being generated by Lung. Now I've just got to locate Tae and Pran before they drop out of sight altogether. And wait for Pwnage to poke their heads up again.

They've been very quiet since Hax fought Lung.

Where are they?

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"Ah crap, what now?"

At Über's exasperated tone, I looked up from where I had been working on my armour in the back of the van. Pushing my goggles up on to my forehead, I peered out through the windshield. We appeared to be travelling along a nondescript country road. I had some idea that we were travelling west, and that the Adirondacks were to the north of us; the rolling, occasionally forested hills seemed to bear out that impression. But where we actually were, I had no idea.

A moment later, I realised what Über's complaint had been about; when I looked through the rear windows of the van, I could see flashing red and blue lights.

"Dude, you musta been speeding." L33t, in the front seat, punched him lightly in the arm. "Way to keep a low profile."

"I was not speeding." Über clicked on the indicator and pulled the van over to the side of the road. "Local cop probably wants to harass the out-of-staters."

"Told you we should've gotten New York plates."

"Which is illegal."

"Hello?" L33t's voice was almost mocking. "Supervillains, here."

"But we're not here to commit crimes." Über's voice was the model of strained patience.

I tuned out the bickering and turned back to my armour. The gyro-stabilised workbench had allowed me to work on it while we were driving, but if the police officer wanted to look into the back of the van, he would see far more than I was happy for him to see.

The van jolted as the tyres crunched on to the gravel at the side of the road. I swivelled my seat to the side and pressed the button that lowered the bench to floor level. It seemed to take all too long to do so, and the whine of the servos was way too loud in my ears. But at least the armour was below window level now; unless the officer decided to take some excuse to search the van, he wouldn't see it. We were, for all intents and purposes, a group of three people on an innocuous drive through the backwoods of New York State.

Through the back window, I watched the cop get out of the car and adjust his belt before starting the walk forward. He was in his forties or fifties, clean-shaven, but more than a little overweight. As it was a cloudy day, the angle of the light was wrong to see what his partner was doing in the passenger seat, or even if he had a partner at all. If he doesn't have one, he'll be more cautious, less likely to push forward on a suspicion. He'll also be easier to disable if he sees something odd and makes trouble. I hoped that he wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Hurting cops who were just trying to do their jobs was not something I wanted to do.

"Taylor!" hissed L33t. "Goggles!"

With a start, I realised that I was still wearing my multi-mode goggles; this would definitely look unusual. Snatching them off, I dropped them on my lap just as the cop appeared at Über's window. Putting my glasses on in their stead, I pretended to text on my phone. It was what normal teenage girls did at a time like this, I figured. Not that I'd fitted the definition of 'normal' for quite some time, but at least I could play the part.

"Good morning, officer," Über said smoothly. "Is there a problem?"

I had my light-spot on Über; as he spoke, I concentrated on the skill of deciphering body language. From what I could see of the officer's posture, this was no random traffic stop; he had an agenda in mind. Unseen by the cop, I let my right hand drop off my lap down to where my wireless taser hung next to the seat in a makeshift holster.

"Depends," the cop replied in one of those I've-got-all-day drawls. "Whereabouts you folks headin' to?"

The tone of his voice gave me more clues. The traffic stop was deliberate, yes, but I couldn't pick out any hints of hostility. Whatever purpose he had pulled us over for, it was not to harm us. Slowly, my hand relaxed its grip on the butt of the taser.

Über must have come to the same conclusion. "We're just taking in the sights at the moment," he said genially, "but we were thinking of stopping in Gloversville for a bite to eat and maybe a look around."

The twitch wasn't much, but it was there. He knows who's in Gloversville. "That's fair," he replied, and for a moment I expected a 'be out of town by sunset' style comment. In that, I was being unkind to him. "You headin' in to see the Toybox folk?"

A chill shot down my spine; despite his continued lack of hostility, my hand closed around the butt of the wireless taser again. I didn't think he'd just come out and ask us about it.

"Supposing we were," Über replied cautiously. "Would there be a problem?"

"No, sir." The officer's voice continued to be impersonally polite. "Them folks in at Toybox have been good neighbours, done a lot for Gloversville. We'd like to keep it that way. You're here to do business, go right ahead. Here to cause trouble, best if you turned around and headed away. Just sayin'."

"Thanks for the heads-up," Über said. "Not saying we are, of course, but … if we were going to see Toybox, what gave us away?"

A small smile quirked the corner of the police officer's mouth. "Been a lot more out-of-state plates comin' into Gloversville over the last few weeks. Kind of a giveaway."

"Could be just tourists," L33t put in.

"Could be," agreed the cop readily enough. "But you ain't. Anyway, said my piece. You have a nice day now." He tipped his hat and headed back to his car.

Über put the van into gear and started back on to the road. I peered out through the back window at the police car; as I watched, the flashing lights turned themselves off, and the officer pulled a U-turn to head back down the road. "He's going the other way," I reported.

"Good," grunted Über, then concentrated on getting the van up to speed.

L33t shook his head. "Anyone else think that was creepy as hell?"

"What I want to know," Über said, "was how he knew we were going to see Toybox."

"Well, it could have been a really good guess, like he kind of implied," I ventured, though I didn't believe it myself.

Über and L33t both snorted at the same time; they knew me well enough by now that they could guess what I was thinking. L33t scratched his chin. "I'm thinking Tinkertech."

"What do you mean?" asked Über.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Suppose they gave him some sort of detector that just picks up on the presence of other Tinkertech. Like my armour." And, I didn't need to mention, the other bits and pieces of gear that L33t and I had stashed through the van.

"Huh." Über nodded slowly. "That kind of makes sense. And what's the bet his partner was back in the car with something that's not standard police issue, just in case we caused problems?"

I didn't take the bet. Nor did L33t; instead, he changed the subject. "Talking about your armour, Hax, you've been doing a lot of fiddling with it. Everything all right? It took a real hammering during the fight with Lung."

"It's working just fine," I replied shortly. "In some ways, it's working better than ever."

"But …?" he prompted.

I sighed. "But, like you said, it took a real hammering. It used Lung's power to fix itself."

Über shook his head. "I still say that Manton field generator's total bullshit."

"Says the guy who likes to pose with He-Man's sword," I retorted, eliciting a snigger from L33t. "No, the problem is that it didn't put itself back together exactly the same way. It's more organic and efficient now; there's a slight but measurable improvement in performance."

L33t, his face turned back toward me, frowned. "You're saying there's a problem. I'm not hearing one."

"Well, like I said, it's not built the way I put it together it any more," I explained. "Components aren't where they're supposed to be. Some of them do more than one thing now. Some of them I have to really study before I can figure out exactly what they do. It's going to be harder to maintain because of that. Not to mention that half the access panels have vanished, and the spare space I was leaving in for room to grow has been taken up as well."

"Well, crap," muttered Über. "That mean you can't use it any more?"

"It's not that bad yet," I assured him. "But unless I rebuild it to account for extra height, I figure I'll outgrow it in a few months. Less, if I have a growth spurt."

"What, you're gonna get taller?" L33t eyed me askance. "You're already as tall as me."

I grinned at him. "You've never met my Dad."

L33t shook his head. "Christ, he must be a beanpole."

"Hey, watch it," I chided him. "This is my Dad we're talking about here." But behind the mock anger was relief at the tangent which the conversation had taken. The fight with Lung had had other side-effects, ones which frightened me considerably when I realised the implications.

Reflexively, I rubbed my wrist, then stopped when I realised what I was doing. I wasn't even sure why I hadn't shared this particular development with my partners, save that they probably couldn't do anything about it – well, maybe Über could, if I asked him – and right now, I didn't need them feeling any kind of doubt about my capabilities. I can handle it.

"Sorry, sorry," L33t replied, but his return grin assured me that he knew I was joking. "If he's any where near as badass as you, I wouldn't want to mess with him anyway."

"No," I agreed. "You wouldn't."

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The next few miles passed without much in the way of incident. Über and L33t chatted idly back and forth; I threw in the odd comment, while digging deeper into the inner workings of my power armour. Nothing was showing signs of failure – one upside of the involuntary rebuilding was that all the components were in as-new condition – but I needed to know where everything was.

One thing I did learn was where the teleport disk had gotten to. Previously attached to the back of the armour, it had not been in evidence after the fight, despite the fact that I had teleported back to the van. At some point during the battle, probably while the armour was growing wings – which still amazed me – its component parts had been reapportioned to locations within the suit, all still connected, but no longer as vulnerable as it had been. However, they were also no longer as accessible.

The 'organic' rebuilding effort had affected these components as well, to the point that I didn't feel confident in pulling them out without hampering the smooth functioning of the suit. And if the teleporter stops working, it might just screw up the suit as a whole. Joy. The main reason that I was pulling down the suit was to see what else had been moved around.

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I was maybe three-quarters of the way through this task when the van stopped. "We're here," announced Über. I looked up, but once more there was only the view through the windshield or the rear windows to go by. From what little I could see, it looked like any small town in America.

Dropping the goggles in my bag and pulling a cover sheet over the armour, I put my glasses on and opened the side door of the van. The cool afternoon air nipped at my lungs as I climbed out on to the pavement. Stretching to get the kinks out of my back, I looked around.

It still looked like typical small-town America to me. There weren't even any mountains towering over the town to the north, once I figured out which way north actually was. For such a well-known mountain range, the Adirondacks were remarkably unassuming.

L33t was also looking around; from the expression on his face, he was just as underwhelmed as I was. Über joined us as I was sliding the side door shut again. I turned to him. "Sure we're in the right place?"

He rolled his eyes. "Sure I'm sure. They're in the convention centre, just down this way." He hefted the heavy duffel bag and set off down the street, striding confidently.

"This place has a convention centre?" muttered L33t. "There's nobody here to attend any conventions." But he followed along anyway, as did I.

L33t had a point; Gloversville had the air of being not quite a ghost town. For all its size, there were all too few people on the street. Brockton Bay, even in the Docks area, had more life than this. While the street was well-maintained and the signage was freshly painted, more than a few of the storefronts were boarded up; some of them, apparently, had been that way for years.

"Fifteen thousand people," Über announced, though neither L33t nor I had asked the question. "Eighty years ago, it was nearly double that. Ever since the glove trade started going downhill in the fifties, so did the city."

"Wait, gloves?" L33t sounded faintly incredulous. "So the place was actually named after gloves? Not, you know, someone called Glover?"

"That's what my research says," Über replied. He stopped and spread his hands. "What? I looked the place up. You could've done it too."

I avoided his eyes. "I was making sure Alibi could handle being on her own for a day or more. I can't guarantee the control unit being in contact all the time."

"So what happens if you lose contact?" asked L33t. "Does she collapse or go catatonic?"

"She shouldn't," I told him. "I've got her programmed to go monosyllabic and avoid extended contact with anyone who's not Dad. Anything she can't make a judgement on, she'll record and shoot to me at her earliest opportunity."

"What about you?" Über challenged L33t. "You could've done the research."

"I was working on the security system for the van, duh." L33t pointed at our transport. "Anyone who touches it once the system's on forgets what they were trying to do."

"So does it work?" I asked.

He grinned. "You tell me. I asked you both to test it."

I looked at Über. "I don't remember that. Do you?"

He blinked. "Not in the slightest." A frown crossed his face. "That was damned irresponsible. What if we'd lost more memory?"

"Well, I tested it on myself first, duh," L33t assured him. "But first I put up a sign in my workroom to remind myself of what I was doing. Which was a good thing. Otherwise I never would've remembered to install it in the van."

"Is it just me, or is more of your stuff working better than normal?" asked Über. "Or is it just the stuff that Taylor's pulling to pieces for you?"

"No, it's everything," L33t said. "I'm having less stuff malfunction, and I haven't lost my eyebrows since you joined the team, Taylor."

"Huh, so that's why you keep me around," I mused. "I'm your good luck charm. Now it all makes perfect sense."

"If by 'good luck charm' you mean 'valued team member', sure," Über agreed. "We've definitely never had it better." He started off again. "And my belly thanks you, too."

L33t and I followed. "Mind you, we're kind of not used to taking on people like Lung," L33t noted. "But I suppose joining the big leagues means dealing with big league threats."

"We haven't lost to anyone or been arrested since Taylor joined us, either," mused Über. "I wonder if that's kind of a record?"

I was pretty sure that it was, but I didn't say anything, not wanting to hurt their feelings. "Well, you do know that I picked you guys for a reason," I assured them.

They both turned to look at me. "I've wondered about that, but I've never quite been sure how to ask the question," L33t said. "I mean, with your power? You could go anywhere. Write your own ticket." He looked a little sheepish. "I didn't want to question it in case you changed your mind."

"To be fair, you haven't volunteered much about it yourself," Über added. "I basically figured that it was your business. Especially after we started doing so well."

"Um." I was kind of caught short, not quite sure what to say next. "Well, the Wards were out. Personal reasons."

"Anything to do with why Shadow Stalker's retired and the PRT's tiptoeing around us?" asked L33t.

I gave him a look of respect. People liked to make fun of him – popular opinion had portrayed him as the loser of the pair before I joined – but he actually had a working brain. "Quite a lot," I admitted. "If they'd maybe done that when I first … well, never mind. Water under the bridge. Anyway. I talked to New Wave but they just weren't for me. That didn't give me very many choices. I'm not Asian, I'm not racist and I don't do drugs. You had an internet presence, and I figured I could maybe make myself useful with your powers."

They didn't quite burst out laughing on the spot, but Über turned right red with the effort of holding it in, while L33t suffered a spontaneous coughing fit. I patted him helpfully on the back; he leaned against a boarded-up shopfront until he was able to talk again.

"Holy shit," he wheezed. "Make yourself useful?" He shook his head. "Talk about your understatements."

"So why not the Undersiders?" asked Über practically. He was still somewhat red in the face, but he was managing to hold himself in control fairly well. "They've got a good spread of powers and you get along with them pretty well."

I tilted my head. "If I'd heard about them, I might just have auditioned for a place on their team. Mind you, I didn't know about Coil then. Or how much of a dick Regent can be. Then again, I might have joined up with Faultline's Crew."

"You're not about to ditch us now, are you?" L33t asked. He didn't sound as though he thought it might happen, but there was still an edge of apprehension there. "I mean, your reputation's up there with the best, after Lung. You could go anywhere. The Wards, whatever. They'd lay out the red carpet."

I shook my head, grinning broadly. "Not a chance. You're stuck with me."

L33t rolled his eyes. "Well, if you're gonna put it that way." He looked over at Über. "Think we can afford to keep her on?"

Über frowned, appearing to think deeply. "Well, I dunno. She's bossy -"

"And pushy," added L33t.

"And she makes us clean," Über went on.

"And eat her cooking," L33t pretended to complain. I looked from one to the other, a grin growing on my face.

"And she picks fights with honest to goodness horrifyingly scary villains."

L33t nodded, then his grin matched mine. "And the way she uses her powers is totally bullshit hax."

"Not to mention the tech she dreams up." Über sighed. "It's a tough job, but someone needs to keep an eye on her. For the safety of the city, if nothing else."

"And it might as well be us." L33t shrugged and turned to me. "Okay, fine. It's settled. You're stuck with us, too."

I could have hugged them both. "Wow, gee, guys," I replied instead, in much the same tone of voice. "Reluctant much?"

Über ruffled my hair; I grinned again and ducked. "Come on," he said. "Let's go see what Toybox has to offer."

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Jin stepped in through the door to what Lung called his office. "You called for me, sir?"

"I did." Lung tapped the folder on his desk. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"About what, sir?" Jin tried not to swallow nervously. What did I miss?

"The interview with the Hebert girl. There's a distinct suggestion that she knows where that group has their base. She may even know details about Hax and her cohorts." He bared his teeth. "I need to know those details."

Jin took a deep breath. "So you want to … acquire Taylor Hebert, and question her for what she knows." It wasn't quite a question.

"That is precisely what I want."

"And if Hax decides to interfere?"

Lung stood; the heat waves began to shimmer off of his skin once more. "Let her. We will be ready."

Personally, Jin had his doubts. To air them, however, would be to court a horrible death. "Yes, sir. I'll get it set up."

On Lung's desk, the folder curled up a little and began to smoulder. "Good."

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"Okay, at the lower end of the scale, we've got what I call the 'storage chest'." Dodge held up a remote and clicked a button. The paperback-sized device on the table hummed slightly; LEDs on its surface flickered in an arcane pattern. An opaque shimmering square faded into being in the air over the table, roughly two feet across. He reached into it, his hand and then half his arm disappearing into thin air, before he pulled out a battered-looking stuffed rabbit. "It can hold up to eight cubic feet of material. So long as the projector's got power running through it, it will keep your valuables utterly safe. Without the remote or an idea of where the entry point is, no thief in the world can get into it." Tossing the rabbit back into the shimmering space, he pressed another button. The portal vanished, as if it had never been. "Questions?"

"You said 'lower end'," a man in a three-piece suit said. "How big can your pocket dimensions get?" Behind him, an absurdly muscled man in a cheaper – but much more generously cut – suit scowled as he eyed me and the boys. I hadn't needed to put my light-spot on to him to pick him out as a parahuman, one with a serious Brute rating, but I did anyway. He also had a Striker ability, not Manton limited; if he was touching something – or someone – he could weaken its structural integrity. I didn't leave the spot on him for long; just standing there, I could feel my biceps enlarging.

"The upper limit isn't so much how big I can make it, but how much power the projector is able to draw on to maintain the storage space, as well as the extra power to open a portal into it," Dodge replied. He was younger than me by maybe three or four years, but talking about his work, he was all business. "Also, if you want access to electricity inside the storage space, there's an induction device that you have to purchase separately. This also draws power from the projector."

Another business-suited man, not aligned with the first one if I was any judge, frowned. "What kind of energy draw are we talking about?" His parahuman bodyguard – this one had Blaster powers, along with a short-range teleport – traded glares with the Brute. I figured that the Brute could probably take him, if he could close and get in a solid hit fast enough, but I hoped that neither one would decide to try conclusions, at least while we were there.

"It all depends on the optional extras you decide on," Dodge replied. "But a good rule of thumb would be the power budget for an equivalent-sized building. Lighting and air conditioning and such. The cost for opening a portal would depend on the relative size of the portal to the storage space. As for storage space sizes, I could literally make them any size, but for the sake of convenience, I build my projectors to scale them up by factors of ten. Eight cubic feet, eighty, eight hundred, and so on."

I tuned out the sales pitch as I looked around. The more I observed the way Toybox had set itself up in the convention centre, the more it looked like a particularly bizarre trade show. The floor was divided into areas, in each of which a different Tinker demonstrated his – or her – devices for prospective customers. And such fascinating devices they were, too.

I had no doubt that we were not the only criminals attending. Fortunately, it would be hard to turn most of these devices to harmful use. The obvious exceptions – Pyrotechnical's work, for instance – were specifically designed as weapons, but even then they were mostly designed to be non-lethal. Toybox, I was sure, would not last long if people went on killing sprees with their work.

I was equally sure that everyone here was disguised in some way or another. Über and L33t had domino masks on, while I wore my multi-mode goggles. I would much rather have been wearing the power armour, but just as nobody here was admitting their real identity, any parahuman criminals were out of costume for the moment. Officially, Pwnage wasn't here; nor was anyone else.

We had circulated through the centre before stopping at Dodge's table; Über and L33t had window-shopped the Tinkertech on show, while I window-shopped the powers of their creators. It was a fascinating experience; each time I tapped the powers of a different Tinker, the world unfolded to me in a different way. With Glace, I could see all the possibilities inherent in ice and cold; whereas to Bauble, everything revolved around the beauty of glasswork.

L33t stepped forward. "What happens to the stuff inside if the projector loses power?"

Dodge paused and looked at him directly. "It's gone."

"What do you mean, 'gone'?" asked the first man.

"I mean, 'gone'," Dodge repeated patiently. "Crushed into a one-dimensional point, maybe. But nothing I've ever left in a storage space has still been there if I turned off the power and then turned it back on. However, for extra cost, it comes with a backup power source. You're welcome to take whatever precautions yourself as well, of course."

The people around me shuddered, although I had my doubts about being 'crushed into a one-dimensional point'. With my computer experience, I knew that 'erasing' information from a hard drive didn't actually erase it; it just deleted the information needed to locate the data on the drive. If he opens up a new pocket dimension each time he turns it on, the old one is still possibly floating around in limbo somewhere.

With the light-spot on him, my understanding of the physics involved didn't seem to refute my hypothesis. In fact … I wonder how much work it would be to retune any one remote to access someone else's so-called secure space? Not much at all, his powers informed me; it would be a hit and miss affair until I perfected the pocket dimension detector, which was already starting to assemble itself in my head. Wow, so many options. I wonder how many of them he's explored?

"So what happens if you have to relocate your base of operations?" asked the second guy. "Your portal is stuck back at the old place."

Dodge smiled slightly. "Not so much. These aren't alternate universes like Earth Aleph, that are location-locked to our world. These are totally separate. The portal's only fixed at the storage space end." He paused. "Cheaper options do make for a single fixed portal on this end. Pay more for it and I can set it up for an adjustable external portal location. Top dollar gets you a remote that lets you adjust the external portal location on the fly, from within the storage space."

I had already picked up on this capability, so I wasn't overly surprised. "Wait, hold on a second," Über objected. "So you can use this thing to step from, say, New York to Miami to LA, even if the projector's in Chicago?"

Dodge nodded. "That's correct." Around me, people started paying more attention as this idea sank in. A totally secure storage space, albeit one that would disappear all your belongings if it lost power, was one thing but the idea of using it for instantaneous transport across the country was quite another. "Of course," he continued, "as I said, this option costs top dollar. And you have to calculate the exact position for the other end of the portal yourself; there's no guarantee that the location is safe to exit from."

Which made a certain amount of sense. Even with modern GPS, it was still not uncommon to have an error of dozens, even hundreds, of feet. Opening a portal underground or fifty feet in the air could also be problematic. Worse, if it was placed under water, the problems would get very real, very fast.

Of course, given that I always knew exactly where Alibi was, and I could see through her eyes when I felt like it, this was less of a problem for me, if I wanted to go to where she was.

I paused, thinking about that. Except that once I'm in a pocket dimension, I'm pretty sure that her signal to me would be cut. So there's no way to calculate the outgoing portal location. Unless I do it before I go into the storage space.

Of course, I reminded myself, it's not really going to be an issue.

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"She is on the bus?"

Jin nodded. "We have people on there with her. They've verified it."

"Good. Go."

As the vehicle jolted into motion, Jin felt that he should make one more attempt. "May I ask a question, respectfully?"

Lung glanced at him. "You may."

Jin took a deep breath. "I am not saying that this will not work or that it is unwise, but … might there not be ways of doing this that will achieve the goal more efficiently? The authorities will look very sternly on us for endangering so many children." If this goes wrong in any way at all, we are so screwed. But if I defy him, I am very definitely dead. There is no way out.

To his surprise, Lung answered his question. "If we did it in the school, she has places to hide, even to escape. The students know the school; even with all of our people searching, she might have gotten away."

"Very wise," Jin agreed. "But then … what about her home?"

Lung shook his head. "To follow the bus all the way to her home would alert the driver. Once she gets off the bus, she is on foot, in familiar territory. I will not risk losing her. No, the bus is the best option."

There was logic there, but Jin only knew one inescapable fact. No matter what I do, I am screwed.

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Alibi sat on the bus, reading a book. The puppet body wasn't getting the best signal from the controller, so she was falling back on behaviour intended to ensure that nobody attempted to interact with her. It was working; around her, other students engaged in social interaction, but nobody spoke to her.

As the bus slowed for a red light, four-wheel drive vehicles pulled up on either side of it. The bus stopped, as did the four-wheel drives. In the next moment, shots sounded; the bus lurched as the tyres were shredded by gunfire. Another burst came from behind the bus; the engine died.

This was unusual enough for Alibi to look up from her book. Pretending to cower away from the windows along with everyone else, she recorded every detail of the scene. Her onboard processor decided that this was an emergency situation; it boosted the power of the return link with the controller, sending a signal that all was not right.

My full awareness flooded into Alibi; she played me back the last few seconds of action. My eyes opened wide, as did Alibi's. Oh, shit. What's going on?

A tall man in a familiar metal mask, with equally familiar tattoos adorning his body, rapped on the folding door. The bus driver gulped, looked at the men with guns, and pulled the lever. He shrank back in his seat as the tattooed man mounted the steps and looked down the length of the bus.

"Children!" boomed the intruder in a strong accent. "I am Lung! I will not harm you! Give me Taylor Hebert and I will leave!"

Oh, crap. Not again.


End of Part Twenty-Five

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You are evil, leaving us on a cliffhanger like that after we worked so hard to get this fic to the top.
 
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