I saw drag marks in the sand, leading to the water. Who had that been?
…did one of them decide to drown themself to get out of this? Or attempt to swim out while partially paralyzed?
The knife was the last thing I spotted. It had been slammed into the metal hull of the boat. I stepped over the chain and collar that had probably been attached to Cherish.
Ah, so it was the right place, then?
I pulled the knife free of the wall and used my bugs to catch the note before it fluttered to the floor.
Ooh, this sounds interesting.
We concede our loss to you, Brockton Bay. As per my agreement with Miss Amelia, we’ll be leaving your fascinating city. It was fun.
VICTORY!
Except, y’know, the end of the world.
But VICTORY!
Don’t worry about Cherish. She’s sleeping somewhere at the bottom of the bay.
Oh.
…literally or figuratively? Bonesaw could make the former happen.
Bonesaw was kind enough to crank up her receptive range toward negative emotions and remove her filters. The girl will personally experience every awful feeling Brockton Bay’s inhabitants do- and with the benefit of Alan’s tech, she’ll get to do it for a very, very, very long time.
What a wonderful life she’s going to have from here on out.
Alan’s tech… did they have bits of it, or did Mannequin actually survive?
At this point, though, it’s looking like it won’t matter too much whether or not he did (unless Taylor gets into a fight with the Nine while trying to stop Jack from leaving the city), which leans the odds towards him being dead.
A departure marked not with a bang, but a whimper. I’m sure you understand.
I mean, the miasma was a bit of a bang, but I suppose you didn’t see that as marking the departure.
Yours truly,
Jack.
Goodbye. It’s been fun.
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