When I wasn’t occupied with that, I focused on Sierra and Charlotte. I checked their surroundings, discreetly screened nearby groups of people for weapons. I marked each door with symbols to count the people inside, notified the girls if people were armed, and I put a circle on doors that they were to visit, an ‘x’ on doors they should skip.
An x-shaped bug swarm: The poor villain’s lamb blood.
A lot of people were ignoring the knocks. I let them be. After a few days, if they were still ignoring my minion’s attempts to talk to them, I’d maybe give them a bit of a nudge or leave them a message using my bugs.
They come downstairs to find ’SUP on their living room wall.
That ought to let them know you don’t just ignore the Skitter.
Apparently overwhelmed with the requests from his various rulers of the Brockton Bay territories, Coil had started delegating some of his people to act as intermediaries.
Hm, realizing you promised a bit too much, Coil? Or are you actually just busy protecting your base against future Slaughterhouse intrusions?
I got in contact with Mrs. Cranston, the intermediary he’d designated to me, and outlined what I needed. Waste removal was a big priority, as was clearing out the storm drains so the water could drain from the flooded streets.
What, and make an area in Brockton Bay dry?
*grumbles at Interlude 11c for weakening that running joke by introducing a dry spot*
(But hey, at least Labyrinth fixed that.)
I let her know that my services were available if she wanted help identifying where the blockages were, or if the trash removal teams needed protection from interference.
The bug-o-”vision” can be really damn useful.
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