The man with the bottles sneered, “Nah. See, we heard that howling earlier. So did some of our neighbors. Kaiser did tell us to play nice, but way I figure it, if we tell Kaiser you started this shit, and he asks around to check our story, he’s gonna hear there was howling before there was fighting.”
…fair enough.
“You know who I am,” Bitch threatened them, “You know my abilities. You’re really going to fuck with me, here? With my dogs around? Really?”
To be fair, we don’t know if any of these people are parahumans. But yeah, Rachel isn’t one you fuck with lightly.
in any sense of the wNO. BAD KRIXWELL.
I heard, rather than saw, the sound of a gun cocking. The teenage boy, who I identified as Tom, raised a gun in Bitch’s direction.
“Still think you’re tough?” the man mocked Bitch, “Guns are the great equalizer, y’know?
Well, fuck.
One particularly strong parahuman may be equivalent to 50 people with guns, but one gun can still easily take down most parahumans with a single shot. Rachel is very much one of those parahumans.
My son here wants a place in the Empire, and to do that, he’s gotta earn his stripes. Killing you would be a good way to go about it, I’m thinking.”
This feels eerily familiar. I can’t help but think back to a certain situation we’ve seen recently, in the Birdcage.
Oh, and the Park Jihoo incident, for that matter. Bottle guy probably isn’t going to liquify Tom if he doesn’t shoot, but still.
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