“Yes ma’am,” the reply came from a man I couldn’t see.
I struggled to turn over, failed. When I found I couldn’t budge Armsmaster’s grip, I gave up, slumped onto the counter.
This is a man whose main weapon is handheld and heavy. Of course he’s going to have a strong grip.
“Who is she?” Legend asked.
“Skitter, member of the Undersiders, a group of teenage villains,” Miss Militia replied. “Master-5, bugs only.”
Okay, so Legend is not specifically aware of her.
I wonder if he’s going to remember hearing “Skitter deceased” from the armband.
“This situation is serious,” Legend spoke, walking around the counter until I could see him. I saw nurses and others behind him staring, some of them being ushered away by an older nurse in scrubs. “Do you understand?”
Oh yeah. Can’t have a villain knowing the identity of a hero, unless it’s by the hero’s own choice like with New Wave.
He nodded at Armsmaster, and Armsmaster eased his grip some, as if it would make it easier to talk.
I was opening my mouth to speak when the thought struck me – If Sophia was Shadow Stalker, did she know who I was?
I doubt it.
She’d heard me talk in costume, hadn’t she? I knew from the time the trio had overheard me in the bathroom and doused me in juice, that at least one of the girls could recognize my voice.
…ah, shit. That’s a really good point.
And if this is actually the case, that adds another layer to her hatred of Taylor, as she was a member of Grue’s team.
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