There was a pause.

“Comanche Six-six-two,” Shadow Stalker spoke.

Didn’t hear anything from Tattle. I guess either he has access to Sophia’s brain, or they had prepared for this.

Another pause.

“Alright,” Weld confirmed, “Pick ’em up and haul them into the holding cells.”

It was all I could do to stay still and not show my relief.  Tattletale had anticipated this much, had drilled Regent on it, but she had been wrong in the past.

Phew. Alright, preparation it is, then. 🙂

Imp was lifted from on top of me, and Tattletale was picked up next, from right beside me.

I was among the last to get lifted off the floor of the truck.  Shadow Stalker held me until a pair of PRT uniforms could haul me to my feet and lift me by my armpits, my feet dragging on the ground, my head hanging.  I chanced a partial opening of my eyes, knowing my lenses would hide them, to sneak a sidelong peek at this ‘Weld’.  Metal skin, metal hair, and a strange melted-junkyard texture to his shoulders.  I’d crossed paths with him before the Endbringer event.

Yup! That’s the guy.

Pretty nice one too, maybe you should get to know him.

He spoke, his voice quiet enough that it was probably intended for just him and Sophia, “Where are the dogs?”

Another question they were prepared for.

“Tranquilized them, they didn’t go down.  Ran when Hellhound dropped.”

Weld nodded, “This is good work, but it doesn’t excuse or make up for what happened earlier.”

Looks like Vista tattled. Fair enough.

The vagueness of that statement isn’t exactly helpful to Regent, though. Did Tattle know anything about this?

“Basking in how fucking awesome I am?” Shadow Stalker gloated.

The other thing Weld is, besides shiny boi, is smarter than he looks. He’s probably trying to puzzle together how Shadow Stalker managed to take out the entire Undersider team, who managed to beat and escape the full old Wards team, plus Glory Girl and Panacea, that one time according to the files.

“Maybe later.  For now…” the accented male voice spoke, “Just satisfy my curiosity.  You know the passwords we memorize each week, and you know why we memorize them, right?”

Yeeah, he’s definitely suspecting that something’s up with Sophia. Tattletale, your turn. Unless Regent does have access to Sophia’s memories, that is.

“Yeah,” Shadow Stalker replied.

One of the other boys spoke, “For any interaction with any flagged shifter or,” the boy paused, “master.  Oh.”

And the Undersiders have two masters and an unknown (Weld can’t trust “Sophia”’s classification of Imp as a Mover 3 right now, nor am I sure that he’s seen that yet) among them, something Weld himself pointed out (minus the unknown) back in 9.1.

“So,” Weld said, “Keeping in mind that Regent is the highest rated Master in the city, I’d like for you to give us this week’s password.”

Oh wow. That really says a lot.

I mean, the fact that we’re even in this situation is already saying a lot, but still.

“Weld and the Wards are coming out to meet Shadow Stalker.  Heads up.”

Was that Tattle?

Let’s see how good Regent is at roleplaying.

The back door of the van opened.  I could feel cooler air enter the enclosed space.  There was an audible click of a gun, as if they were anticipating an attack the moment the doors opened.

I mean it’s probably not unprecedented.

“Wow,” one of the boys commented.  I was guessing it was Kid Win or Clockblocker.  “How’d you pull that off?”

Sounds more like Kid than Clocky.

I think. You know I’m not good at identifying characters by speech patterns, with some exceptions.

“They were distracted, I picked them off.  That little freak that saw me with my mask off was wearing armor, so I had to resort to CQC,” Shadow Stalker made it sound matter-of-fact.

CQC?

…

Close quarters combat. Took me a while, but I got it in the end. I think.

“Riiiight,” one of the other boys said, sarcastic.

What, you don’t believe that that’s the only reason she did that? o:)

“You’re quiet, Weld,” a girl’s voice.  Vista?

Who was Weld?

The shiny boy who smiled at you at the Endbringer meeting entrance, remember him? 🙂

“You hit me way too hard,” I murmured.

“Muscle memory,” Regent replied.  “Blame her, not me.”

Ah, interesting, so he has some access to that kind of thing. I wonder if he has access to her mind in any capacity? I mean, it’s made of nerves too. This seems like puppeteering of her body rather than controlling the mind, but he might have read access?

Wait, no, we’ve had a whole thing about mind reading, which is what that would technically amount to. The only known potential mind reader is the Simurgh.

“You alright, Imp?” Grue asked.

“Duh,” she replied.

Heh.

It was a good few minutes before the truck bucked into motion.  Out of unspoken agreement, we stayed quiet, just to be absolutely sure that the driver wouldn’t hear us.  It was maybe ten or fifteen minutes before we arrived.

Yeah, staying silent seems reasonable. Can’t take too many risks, and you’re supposed to be out cold right now.

“We’re at their headquarters,” Regent spoke, his voice hushed.

“Then we’re in good shape,” Grue answered.

Nice.

“No ears on us,” Tattletale murmured, “We’re good so long as we keep our voices down.”

“PRT is having words with the remaining ‘witnesses’ who stuck around to grab loot after the dogs ran off,” Regent informed us with a whisper.

I guess he has full access to Shadow Stalker’s senses, then. I suppose that’s to be expected. It’s hard to do a puppet job if you have to rely on your own senses.

“They’re backing up the story we wanted to sell.”

Perfect. I guess that’s why they bothered to act it out in the first place.

We’d passed one hurdle, at least.  The act could have gone either way – if we didn’t sell it well enough, we could have wound up with the PRT arresting us for real.

Including Shadow Stalker, I suppose. Man, imagine her waking up from whatever her consciousness is going through while this is happening, locked in a cell?

Maybe she sees everything, hears herself talk… She has a mouth and she must scream but the mouth is currently in use by someone else…

If we timed it wrong or if one of the looters decided to attack us while we were pretending to be tranquilized, something ugly might have happened.

Oof, yeah. The scene would’ve been much less orderly when the PRT arrived.

There was no reply to that, but a moment later, someone picked me up and started carrying me.  I maintained deep breaths, kept my body limp.  A few bugs congregated on me and the uniforms moving us, and I didn’t do anything to dismiss them.  Maybe they would distract the uniform from the fact that any of us were still conscious.

Nice.

I was placed on the cool metal floor of the containment vehicle, my hands cuffed behind my back.  A few seconds later, someone was thrown over top of my upper body.  Too light to be Grue or Bitch.  It would be Imp or Regent.

Hiya!

The metal doors slammed shut and locked with an audible shift of internal machinery.

So many ways this could go wrong.

Oh, absolutely, and I’m saying that while only having an idea about approximately one more step of your plan – “Shadow Stalker” letting you out within the place you’re going to. I’m not even 100% sure about that one and it’s still obvious that there are lots of ways this could backfire.

We had safeguards, of course, including but not being limited to Coil’s assistance.  Still, there was something profoundly unsettling about allowing myself to be cuffed and imprisoned.

I suppose Coil’s assistance in this case amounts to not having done it at all if they fail, unless this is a super critical mission. So in that case they’ve essentially got plot armor in that this being canon means Coil will decide it was canon. Also, they already have the unspoken plan guarantee, which counts for a lot even in a seat-of-your-pants narrative.

That doesn’t necessarily mean it’ll be a total success, of course.

“But if Grue uses his power-“

That, my man, is a damn good point.

Shadow Stalker turned, then fired another dart into Grue.  “Satisfied?”

Heh.

We’d drained the darts of the sedative, of course.  Still, I was betting Grue would have words for Regent after this was over and done with.

Pffft.

The uniform didn’t back down, “No.  I want to know why you don’t want them fully contained.”

This guy is smart. He knows that when someone’s being adamant about not following protocol, something’s up.

I like him, even though he’s a bit in the way.

“Because I’ve been up since five in the morning, it’s well past midnight now, and I’m going to have to start doing fucking paperwork the second we get these guys in a cell.  I’m not allowed to walk away until they’re in custody, so if I let you foam them, I’m going to have to wait another half an hour to an hour for the solvent to get mixed and brought to them, five or ten minutes for it to work.  Fuck that, they’re down.  Listen to the hero who just took down a whole fucking team and get them in the truck.”

Nice argument, fairly in character too.

It took three minutes for the PRT to arrive.  I saw the green and white flashing lights and heard the splashing before anyone stepped into my field of view.

Good work, “Shadow Stalker”, you took down the Undersiders singlehandedly! 😮

“Holy shit,” one of the PRT uniforms spoke.

“Restrain them and throw them in the van,” Shadow Stalker ordered him.

Yeah, “holy shit” is right. This feat is practically unreal!

“Jao, get the containment foam,” one uniform spoke.  The captain?

“They’re tranquilized,” Shadow Stalker spoke, sounding disinterested, “Don’t waste resources.”

Fair enough. If “she” successfully convinces them not to use the foam, that’s one less hurdle to get out of later.

“Protocol states we use containment foam, especially when there’s an unknown.”

Ah, right, Imp. Yeah, I’d like to know more about that unknown myself.

“The girl with the horns?  Mover three, teleports through shadows,” Shadow Stalker lied.  “None of them can escape restraints on their own.”

Well, at least we know that’s not her power.

Also I suppose someone with this power would need to have their whole body, or at least a significant portion, in shadow for it to count. Just standing on shadow isn’t normally enough, because everyone’s always standing on their own shadow.

Take it easy, Regent.

Alright, I guess that confirms who’s controlling Sophia. Nice work, Alec.

So what are Imp’s powers, then?

Bitch managed to scream an order to her dogs before she ‘passed out’, “Go!”

Looks like that thought was the cue for the narration to stop pretending they’re not all acting.

The three newer dogs hesitated, but Angelica didn’t.  She huffed out a snarl as she passed them, and the others took her lead and joined her in stampeding down the street until they disappeared from sight.

Ah, smart. This way, when “Shadow Stalker” “arrests” them, “she”’ll have a good explanation for where Bitch’s (note to Regent, remember to call her Hellhound if you’re going to impersonate Sophia) dogs are – they ran away on Bitch’s order.

I laid in the water, aware of how cold it was, trying to ignore how dirty it was.  My lenses afforded me an advantage in that I could watch what was going on without my open eyes giving anything away.

Nice.

I saw Shadow Stalker touch her ear, then murmur something.  Tattletale had gone over everything Regent needed to know as far as that particular routine and the orders to give.

Tattletale knows how the Wards operate. Taylor knows the girl he’s impersonating, and anything she doesn’t know, Tattle can help fill in with her power. This team is better equipped than most to pull off a plot like this.

I still have no clue what the goal is, but things are coming together a bit.