I swallowed hard. My heart had climbed up so far into my throat that I almost couldn’t breathe, and my heartbeat felt oddly distant and faint for how terrified I was.
If this is indeed the Slaughterhouse, that’s probably appropriate.
And/or of parahuman origin. Maybe Shatterbird’s power is like Glory Girl’s, but supercharged?
Although, I mean, it’s not like getting bombed or otherwise attacked this hard isn’t reason enough to be terrified regardless of who did it.
Coil’s base was deserted. I knew his men were out on patrols, that the only people in here were a handful of the capes that were working for him. He’d left it almost undefended.
Well, shit. That didn’t exactly work out for him, did it.
What about his power? Is he not using it at the moment, or did the other timeline turn out worse?
If I was going to act, I’d have to do it now.
My costume’s feet lacked hard soles, so I should have been nearly silent, but the interior of Coil’s base was deathly silent and my feet were slamming down on the metal walkway as I ran. The noise of singing metal filled the dark space, echoing, seemingly louder with each step I took.
Wait.
What??
Taylor did you knock them down?
That would explain why she “didn’t have to worry about” people who would typically be on her side.
Shit, Taylor, what are you doing? Are you trying to break in and counterkidnap Dinah???
Are you on your own? Because there’s no way in hell the others agreed to this if that’s what’s going on.
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