My swarm sense alerted me to life in the hold of a ship.
Well, either that’s them, or there are more people exploring the various ships of Brockton Bay to their heart’s content.
So odds are even on whether Taylor just found the Slaughterhouse Nine or the Parahumans fandom.
The space was half-filled with sand, and water had leaked in through a hole in the side of the ship. If supplies were delivered by way of remote control, that was a likely route.
Makes sense.
Seven people. Three male, four females, one of whom was young.
Oh, looks like it’s the fandom after all. Which ship are you guys on?
Jokes aside, either the Nine managed to bring in a couple more nominees and/or hostages, or this is an unrelated family who have decided the hold of a ship is a pretty decent hideout from the Nine.
A child, long-haired. That would be Bonesaw.
Yeah, most likely.
“There?” I pointed at the location. It was barely visible from where we stood; two ships had been slammed against one another, nose to nose, and they formed a precarious arch over the ship in question.
That’s a pretty cool look.
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