She glanced at the clock; 6:30 in the morning.
We’re getting close to the siren – assuming it actually is the same day, Taylor is thinking about the fact that it’s about time for her morning run around now.
She draped her flag-printed scarf loosely around her neck and lower face, then left her room. The energy became an assault rifle hanging at her side, bouncing a comforting beat against her hip as she walked. She made her way up a flight of stairs and down to the end of a hallway.
Watch out for the stairs.
She heard a male voice, a female one. She paused at the open doorway and knocked.
Hm, are we about to meet a new (to us) Protectorate member or two? Whoever they are, they might have just sent out the alert for the Endbringer.
“Yeah?” Armsmaster called out.
“Am I interrupting?”
“No. Come on in,” he replied.
Okay, so the male one was Armsmaster. No real surprise there. I’m more interested in the female one, though.
Dragon? I don’t know why she’d be in Brockton Bay, though.
She stepped into the room. It fell somewhere between a workshop and an office. Two spare suits stood at one side of the room, each with minor functional differences. A set of Halberds were placed on a rack behind Armsmaster’s desk, one shattered in pieces. One of the spaces on the rack was empty – Armsmaster had the Halberd in front of him.
Ah, interesting, so he has multiple. Good call.
“You worked too hard and forgot to go to sleep again, Colin?” Hannah asked, though the answer was obvious.
Colin, eh? Not the worst of names.
He frowned, reached over to his computer and hit a button. He saw the time, muttered, “Damn it.”
Relatable. Though usually when I stay awake all the way to 6:30, it’s not because I worked too hard.
“Good morning, Miss Militia,” a woman’s voice came from the computer.
Hannah blinked in surprise, “Dragon. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were there. Good morning.”
Oh, it was her! Just not in the flesh.
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