“Carried off by who? Or whom?”
“The Undersiders. Who have dropped off the face of the map, in large part.
Oh, so she does know.
What’s this about them dropping off the face of the map? How long has it been since 15.1?
I’ve tried finding them on my patrols, but all reports suggest they’ve spread over the city in an attempt to seize large tracts of territory. It’s a big city with a lot of stones to overturn and dark corners to investigate.”
Right, fair enough.
Huge tracts of land. That’s why they seized Victoria.
“So Victoria’s missing, now?”
“Or dead,” Carol said. She blin
ked a few times in rapid succession, fighting the need to cry. “I don’t know. I was patrolling, searching, and I felt my composure start to slip. I feel like shit for doing it, but I came here, I thought maybe if I took fifteen minutes or half an hour to center myself, I could be ready to start searching again.”
It seems like Regent’s power hasn’t occurred to Carol. That’s probably a good thing.
“I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it.”
Still healthier than some of Taylor’s behavior.
“She’s my daughter, Alan. Something’s happened to her, and I don’t know what.”
“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
She shook her head.
I wonder if Alan’s a parahuman or a mundane. Carol’s public identity makes that a little harder to guess than usual.
So far I’d say mundane.
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