Empire Eighty-Eight was here, at the back corner of the room. I saw Hookwolf there, half covered in a layer of his metal hooks and barbs. I didn’t see Cricket or Stormtiger. He glared at Tattletale and I.
Hi there. Nice to see you, for once – I genuinely wasn’t sure you’d show. Though it sounds like we might’ve gone for the divided E88 option, unless Cricket and Stormtiger are just out of view or hospitalized.
The Travelers were all present, I noted, the only other local team of villains to show. Faultline’s crew was absent, and I couldn’t help but note that Coil wasn’t around.
Huh. I was right about the Travelers, at least, but it is surprising that Coil himself didn’t show up. I mean, I guess he personally can’t do much on the scene that he couldn’t do from home, but it seems like he might want to be here for the meeting.
I suppose the Travelers might be keeping in touch with him.
He wasn’t a front lines kind of guy, but he’d at least supplied his soldiers for the ABB situation.
Yeah. I guess maybe he didn’t think even his best-trained soldiers would do much against the Endbringer?
Or rather, knew they most likely wouldn’t, with Dinah’s help.
The local heroes were present in force. I wasn’t surprised – skipping this fight, as a hero, let alone a team of heroes, would be unforgivable to the public.
In that sense, being a hero is much more difficult than being a villain, really. With villains, selfish decisions are par for the course.
Aegis was talking with the metal skinned boy who’d arrived at the same time as Tattletale and I.
I guess they’d have a lot to talk about, as fellow Ward leaders who are about to switch places.
A large group of fifteen or so other teenagers were gathered and talking amongst themselves. There was some joking, the occasional laughter, but it felt forced, strained. False bravado. I was assuming they were all Wards, from at least three different cities.
So, three cities. Brockton Bay, Boston, and… New York, maybe?
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