We reached a trio of police officers, who had used their cars and yellow tape to cordon off two sides of an intersection. I could see the eyes on the officer nearest me widen in recognition.
“Hi.”
He was about to say something, but the officer next to him put a hand on his shoulder, reached in the window of the police car. He pushed pieces of paper into each of our hands.
Invitations to the cape meeting?
I glanced over it, found what I needed, and gave him a curt nod. Tattletale grabbed my hand and pulled me away.
The paper, labelled at the top with the words ‘Parahuman Response’, contained a picture of our destination in black and white and directions on how to get there.
Yup. The truce is fully in effect – known parahumans being gathered, not to be arrested, but to help.
It wasn’t far – the area which divided the Docks and Downtown, a short distance East from the mall where Brian and I had gone.
Handy.
So are we going to seek out Grue, Regent and Bitch first, or hope that they too got this kind of slip and meet them at the PRT meeting spot?
I suppose they should call and agree on that, if they haven’t already done so between chapters.
The closer we got to our destination, the more the crowd thinned out. We saw another crowd moving toward a different shelter as we got close, but we could avoid that by detouring around that particular set of streets.
Yeah, looks like we’re going straight there.
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