I was taking a risk, here.  Gambling.  It was like betting someone a million dollars that you’d hit a bullseye, when you’d barely played darts before.  It wasn’t that I was confident this would succeed.  It was that I really needed that million dollars.

I see… Good luck.

In short, I needed to get underway with Coil’s agenda, and I needed to do it fast.

In order to prove your value to him and get us up to Dinah’s possible release when/if the plan succeeds faster?

More people were still making their way towards us, joining the crowd.  The bystanders would be getting more confident with numbers at their back, and they would be getting increasingly worried that if the crowd grew too large, maybe they wouldn’t get any supplies for themselves.

Ouch, yeah, better not keep them waiting too long.

If I put it off any longer, they could mob us, and I didn’t want that.

Yeah.

In this manner, weighing enticement against implicit threat, I managed to keep the crowd in place as it grew to dozens, then a hundred people, with more still approaching, pushing the number closer to two hundred.  Barely a fifth of all the people I’d tried to get in touch with.  I was okay with that.  It was enough to spread the word.

It’s still a pretty sizable crowd. Nice work.

Also, getting one in five people to follow the instructions written in bugs on their walls by a known villain is honestly impressive.

It wasn’t two minutes before the first people started to arrive.  The first few were kids, no older than ten, gathered in a loose pack, maintaining a wary distance.  The next two groups were families, parents with their kids in tow.

Huh. I guess the kids want to see what’s going on and run a bit faster than the adults, and the families are more desperate for supplies than most single people.

I noted that the group of men who stepped out of an alley were armed, with knives and clubbing weapons hidden under their clothes and in their jackets.

Hello there. Merchants?

One of them swatted one of the flies I was using to feel him out.  Were they members of the Merchants, or just a band of grown men that had taken to carrying weapons to protect themselves?

Could be either, I’m guessing the former. Either way they could mean trouble.

I’d known this move of mine would attract people of all types.  If they were Merchants, I was okay with that, I’d accounted for it.  Above all, I knew that this offering of supplies would attract the people who were hungry enough to venture out into the outdoors with the oppressive cloud of bugs looming above them.

I guess she’s willing to feed the Merchants too, as long as they don’t try to take the others’ shares, or otherwise start trouble.

Also, yeah, I suppose this is a good way of finding the people who want the resources most.

I would also attract the people who would want to confront me, Merchants included.

Naturally.

I meant what I stuck in that false dialogue. Taylor genuinely could have killed tons of people rather quickly if she’d wanted to. Let’s not underestimate the bug power.

I stayed in the truck as Coil’s men unloaded it.  I sensed some of the people venturing out of their residences, and I was careful to leave them unmolested by the bugs, using only what I had to in order to track them.

Nice. Yeah, this call to meet is unsettling enough as it is, try not to unsettle them more by swarming them with too many bugs.

Watching from windows and entryways, encouraged by those who left, others ventured to follow.

“Might as well… Not like she couldn’t have killed us already if she wanted to.”

The area in which I’d ordered the truck to stop was open.  I hoped would encourage the growing crowd to approach.

Nice.

The truck was parked in the middle of the road, and the boxes were unloaded onto the ground just below the rear of the truck.  I wasn’t sure I liked that they were getting wet, but I knew they were at least partially waterproof.  I should have thought to ask Coil for some kind of platform or pallet to set them down on.

I doubt the civilians mind the supplies being a bit wet at this point.

Besides, what isn’t wet in Brockton Bay these days?

They would wake up and see what I’d done.  On their walls and floors, much as I’d done at the fundraiser, I had my bugs organized into arrows, pointing the way out the doors, down to the streets, and towards the truck’s destination.

Hah, nice! I guess she’s gathering everyone to where she’s going to make her announcement and maybe share the supplies they brought, then.

I drew out the letters to the word ‘supplies’ and left them in the brightest lit, warmest spots in the rooms where people were.  

Nice.

Man, can you imagine waking up to something like this? Your house is crawling with bugs, you know there’s a semi-known bug-based villain in the city, but the bugs point you to a place where you can allegedly get stuff you need to survive…

I feel like some of the people might try to go back to sleep in hopes of it making them wake up.

The clouds of bugs that were gathering in the center of my territory were starting to cast a visible shadow on the area.

Even without letter shapes, that’s practically a humongous sky sign.

“This whole area is now under the shadow of Skitter!”

They weren’t the only bugs I controlled.  I had others on separate tasks.

Like scouting, I’m guessing?

With a number, I created barriers, heavy clouds in alleyways and across streets.  My motives here were purely selfish – I laid these barriers between the southmost end of the old Boardwalk and the Docks because I didn’t want my dad entering the area.

Nice.

My gut told me that if he got a good look at me in costume, he’d know who I was.

That could very well be the case. Especially if he also hears you speak. I think Danny is a man who’d recognize his daughter’s voice anywhere.

Besides, it didn’t factor into my plan.

Sure, tell yourself that’s why you don’t want your dad caught in the crossfire of whatever you’re doing here.