The television screen went dark.

Transmission over. Damage done.

Well, Tattletale said, Funny thing is, that was only the second worst thing she could have done to screw us over.

That so? asked one male cape I couldnt identify.

Oh yeah. I was worried shed disappear for a few days or weeks, leave us to go looking for help. Then wed look crazy when she didnt show, and whatever concessions wed made to get you on board would cost us like how you have us in custody right now. Either shes not as smart as Ballistic implied, or shes feeling some kind of pressure. Id lay odds shes losing the inner struggle for self-control.

Someone slammed his hands down on the end of the table, interrupting her. I sent bugs in that direction to identify the speaker. Does it fucking matter?

My bugs traced his armor. Assault.

It matters, Miss Militia said.

This monster killed one of the good guys. One of our best. We let it slide when the Undersiders took Shadow Stalker. We accepted it when the Nine got to Glory Girl and Panacea. When they killed Battery. We let the Undersiders take the Director, and they may have taken the man whos replacing her. Are we really going to ignore the most obvious option here?

Youre saying you want to turn the Undersiders in.

They broke the code. Theyll break it again.

And now were effectively on trial, Tattletale said, When we should be hunting her down.

Which may be exactly what she wanted, Grue added.

You may be giving her too much credit, someone said. I was having trouble keeping track of who was talking. There were too many people in the room, and gathering more bugs would potentially give someone cause to think I was massing a swarm in anticipation of a fight.

Not to say I wasnt. Id been collecting a swarm, hiding them in shadows and beneath cars. I drew them closer to the building, as surreptitiously as possible.

It was strange, to have more awareness of the world beyond the local PRT headquarters than I had of the room I was currently in.

Did you miss the part where there were six Vistas? Tattletale asked. Shes a pain to deal with, trust me. If anything, youre underestimating Noelle.

Im forced to agree. Lets not underestimate any opponent, Miss Militia said. Im going to put in my recommendation right here, with full knowledge that there are several people present who outrank me, and I will extend my full cooperation if they should decide on a different route. I think we should put old issues aside and accept any assistance the Undersiders are willing to offer. With what happened with Vista, its all too apparent how this situation could get out of control, with each of us fighting friends.

She paused, and nobody cut in.

Miss Militia continued, We treat this situation as we would an Endbringer attack. Our side is smaller than we might hope for, but our enemy is more vulnerable.

She looked to one man, and I realized she was checking with the Deputy Director. Her superior, so to speak.

He offered a single nod.

I agree, Triumph said. My bugs were still on him, from earlier. But wed need you on board, Assault.

Assault was standing, hands still on the table. He didnt respond.

We cant get the Undersiders on board if theyre wondering if well backstab them, Triumph said, calm. He wasnt someone Id anticipated as an ally, here.

You mean like they backstabbed us during the Leviathan attack? Assault asked, his voice a growl. Broke the truce?

What? I couldnt stop myself. My voice sounded so small and feeble, between the recent spell of coughing and the lack of bugs to augment it. I wished I could have conveyed more of a presence. How to word it so it didnt sound like feeble protests? I think youve beengrossly misinformed.

Fuck me, I sounded like Coil.

Would Battery want you to put your feelings and prejudices before duty and the safety of this city?

Assault slowly turned to Miss Militia. You want to play that card?

Ill play it. And if the Undersiders decide to play it fast and loose with the rules again, Ill be right there beside you, ready to see them answer for it.

Weve talked about that before. Nothing came of it, Assault said.

This time, Miss Militia said, Given precedent, the stakes and the dangers posed by villains unwilling to follow the written and unwritten rules of the cape community, Id be willing to argue and testify for a kill order.

I felt a chill.

A kill order. It was what they had in place for the Slaughterhouse Nine. No holds barred, official heroes would be allowed to shoot us on sight. Any villain or vigilante that came after us would be allowed to go free with only a brief questioning for the paperwork after killing one of us. To top it off, anyone would be able to donate or post amounts for our heads; amounts would be added to running totals. Wed be waiting jackpots for any bounty hunter or assassin looking for a big score.

I wondered if any of Coils wealthier investors or contacts would hold a grudge.

There were any number of arguments against her statement. Wed done good. Even Clockblocker had been willing to argue that the calls Id made werent entirely without merit. I could have pointed out that any number of people in my territory would argue I was a force for good, and that it was ludicrous that we were the ones being held to this standard when theyd been at fault for Armsmasters breaking of the truce. Armsmaster, who had gone free because of heros prerogative. But that same bias meant things had been twisted around, and apparently popular sentiment held us at fault for the breaking of the truce. It was an unpleasant surprise.

Hell, to give us the one last chance line with a situation where there was every possibility of friendly fire? It was tying our hands, putting us at mortal risk one way or another.

Im willing to accept that, I said, suppressing every argument and every bit of indignation I was feeling. I looked in the general direction of my teammates. If my team is.

Youre the boss, Tattletale said. She was quick enough on the draw that I suspected there was a reason shed said it.

Yeah, Grue said. My bugs caught Imp and Regent nodding.

Rachels response was last. Whatever.

Well then, Tattletale said. Now that thats settled, in the spirit of being allies, I have some news.

News? One of the unfamiliar capes asked. A woman with a deeper voice. Good news?

Oh, its terrible news, Tattletale said. Noelles lying.

About what? Miss Militia asked.

About Vista being dead.

Thats terrible news? Is she in danger? Triumph asked. I sensed him leaning forward to get a better view of Tattletale, past the crush of bodies at the end of the room.

No. I cant say how Vistas doing, because I dont know the specifics on Noelles power, but she was trying to mislead us, talking about how shed use us up. Too much stress on it. If shed only said it the first time, Id be more inclined to think it was part of her stream of consciousness, but then she hammered it in, used it to threaten us. It felt forced. Didnt ring true.

Can we believe her? This from another unfamiliar cape, a man. It was apparently directed at Miss Militia.

Shes frequently correct, Miss Militia said.

Vistas alive and Noelles trying to keep that secret? Whats so terrible about it? Triumph asked.

Because it means shes capable of producing more clones. Shes capable of keeping Vista captive somewhere, continually producing agents to sow destruction and apply the kind of pressure she was talking about, and shes lucid enough to recognize that fact.

How the hell do you keep Vista captive?

People, Tattletale said.

Then lets wrap this up fast. Essential details only, Miss Militia said. Any objection to me taking point? Eidolons not usually comfortable with it, and Im the ranking parahuman in Brockton Bay.

There was no dissent.

Then were splitting up into teams. Stick with the teams you arrived with. Best to fight alongside people you know. Standard stranger countermeasures are in effect with the clones. Ill assume they retain the memories of the original, based on what she said about the clone going after Vistas family?

They do, Tattletale said.

Then were restricted to visual ID checks only. No passwords. I already got in contact with Dragon. Shes on a mission and will only deploy here if its absolutely essential-

I caught a sigh from Tattletale.

-But shes set the armbands up for the coming conflict. Theyll display a green screen up until you remove them, and the screens will flash and identify other armband wearers at a range of fifty meters. Be vigilant. Keep track of every one of your teammates, maintain a visual, no splitting up.

Chevalier, take your team, follow after my Wards. If she can detect capes, well need to assign her a thinker classification, and well need to assume that any isolated groups are at risk. Undersiders? Take Myrddins Wards and pursue Flechette and Parian. Ensure they arent intercepted. The rest of us will track down Noelle. Any indications about her location from the video?

Yes, but theres no point, Tattletale said.

You know her location?

I know her location as of the time of the call, but shell be moving already.

Where?

The west end. By the mountains.

She went from just east of Downtown to the west end? Miss Militia asked.

Id stake money on it. But again, its no use.

It doesnt make sense in terms of timeline, someone said. He sounded slightly nasal. The distance covered-

Think about it, Tattletale said.

Vista, Miss Militia supplied. She had Vistas power. And she will have that power at her disposal for the duration of this conflict.

And Noelles fast, Tattletale said. Put those points together and shes highly mobile. Ergo, she isnt going to be anywhere near where she was.

Good intel. In the interest of finding her, Id like you to accompany my group, Tattletale.

No can do.

No?

I was just about to say I was wanting to stop by my headquarters. I have a few theories on how we could handle this situation, and one off-the-wall idea that needs some verification before I do anything about it.

Nothing that puts any of us at risk?

No. It mostly involves the other Travelers. But I think its worth pursuing.

If she comes after you-

Tattletale cut her off. She will. Ill join the Undersiders and the Chicago Wards as far as going to Ballistics territory to fill him in, ensure he knows that she may come after him. Ill see if I cant bribe him into coming with me. Itll be a narrow window of time where its just me, him and hopefully his flunkies.

You make a high value target, I said, Especially with Ballistic in tow. She wants you dead, and she wants his power.

I have ideas. Dont worry about me. Tattletale turned. Miss Militia, Ill be in touch by phone, so you know where youre going.

Fine. Im ordering more capes to patrol the area around you, then, if youre sure youll be a target. Are there any other isolated parahumans in the city that we arent aware of?

Scrub, I said.

Hes working under Ballistic, Tattletale said. Ill get him on board by any means. Hes one of the few people, short of Flechette, who can deal guaranteed damage to an Endbringer or Endbringer-Lite, and I have ideas about him and how I could use him.

Scrub? one of the visiting capes asked. The deeper-voiced woman.

Uncontrolled matter-annihilation bursts in his immediate vicinity, I said. Ex-member of the Merchants, a local gang of dealers and users.

Blaster-eight, easy, if not a straight ten, despite his relatively short range, Tattletale supplied, But Im not sure he does what Skitter thinks he does, and thats why I want to talk to him.

See to it, Miss Militia said. Anyone else?

Circus, Leet, Uber, Grue said. They were leaving, but-

Theyre dead, Assault said.

Theyre very much alive, Tattletale retorted. And they would have gone west to leave the city. The same direction Noelle went after targeting Vista. I think that speaks for itself.

Miss Militia nodded. It does. If anyone has any questions, communicate them while on the move. Go!

The capes began flowing out of the room. We had seated ourselves at the furthest point from the door, so we were stuck inside until the way was clear.

A small group of younger capes hung back. Miss Militia had left us a contingent of out-of-town Wards. I couldnt get much of a sense of them just with what my bugs could give me on their costumes. They probably werent a full team from a city as big as Chicago; theyd be limited to the ones whod agreed to fight an unknown, A-class threat. Three boys and a girl. They were watching us, and I couldnt even guess at their expressions without the ability to see or feel things out with my bugs.

I was getting tired of this, and my fatigue was wearing on my already thin patience.

Bitch, I said. Do me a favor and clear that window?

She didnt respond, but she didnt hesitate either. She was on her feet as soon as shed lifted Bastard off of her lap, and kicked the plywood free of the frame before anyone could protest.

I brought every bug Id had outside the building into the room. They swirled around me, the Undersiders, and the handful of capes on the far end of the room. I could sense three of the four Wards getting into fighting stances, noted how two of the boys and the girl shielded the one other boy, forming a loose triangle formation between him and us.

The movements of the bugs gave me the ability to feel them out, drawing a complete map of what they were wearing and carrying.

The boy in the very front, the tallest and largest of them, would be a tinker. The rods that supported his heavy gauntlets were oiled, suggesting they were pistons, and I noted the presence of blunt-tipped spikes inside his gauntlets. The setup wasnt unlike the blades in Mannequins arms, but these werent extending into his body, and I somehow got the impression they were intended for something very different. His armor was heavy, supported more by engineering than by his own strength, and his helmet covered his face, but not the back of his head, with a single lens on a telescoping nozzle, dead center.

The other boy in front was narrower, with flowing clothes. He sported a surprising lack of equipment and weaponry. It gave me the sense of someone who thought of their body as a weapon.

The girl was similar, but I did note that her gloves were reinforced for striking, a framework of some sort of metal, with rivet-like bumps over each knuckle, each etched with a fine design I couldnt make out and metal filigree feathers at the edges. She had padding with a similar design and near-identical feathers.

The one in the back wasnt in a fighting stance. He stood with his legs together, heels touching, back straight, one palm extended toward us. He wore a mask that covered one eye and put an oversized lens in front of the other, with spikes radiating from it like the rays of a sun. His costume was a very lightweight covering of layered and interlocking metal plates, more stylized than functional, but there was a coat-tail length of cloth extending behind the back, hanging to his knees.

I was careful in how I condensed the bugs around me. I kept my team obscured as I pulled the bugs away from the four wards, leaving enough bugs on them that I could covertly follow their movements. They hadnt been stung or bitten, and they didnt have a clear shot as the bugs moved away from them. It meant, at least, that theyd get a chance to realize they werent under attack.

The bugs filled the necessary pockets of my costume, then carpeted the exterior, including my mask. They connected to the ends of my hair, and moved beneath it, giving it more volume and helping it come little alive, the ends moving in the absence of wind. Where I had excess, they trailed several feet behind me like the hem of a royal gown.

Thats better, I said, augmenting my voice a touch. It was. I felt more centered, more secure and confident with the bugs close. Id just alarmed the people wed be working with, but a small show of power would help ensure we got respect and cooperation.

Your names and powers? Tattletale asked the Chicago Wards. She gestured toward the door and we started walking briskly toward the exit.

Tecton, said the power-armor wearer. He had to raise his voice to be heard over his heavy footfalls and the rattle of furniture around him. He indicated the boy to his right, then the girl, This is Wanton and Grace. Our ranged attacker here is Raymancer.

Isnt Wonton a kind of noodle? Regent asked.

And Raymancer? Imp asked. Theyre really running out of stuff to call superheroes.

Play nice, Grue warned.

Yeah, Tattletale said, A wonton is a kind of dumpling, not a noodle. Get it right.

Wanton, Tecton said, stressing the pronounciation, Is a breaker-stranger class cape. He can turn into a localized telekinetic storm. Raymancer is our long-range fighter. The three of us are more close-combat types, but Raymancer manages to make it work.

Grace is a martial artist. Shes got a power spread. Faster perception of time, enhanced agility, and a striker-class enhancement for select body parts at a time; invulnerability to both powers and general harm, as well as increased effect on contact.

And you? Tinker? Grue asked.

Tinker and thinker both. Architecture and geology sense. Armor lets me ground kinetic energy like you might do with electricity. These are piledriver gauntlets, he patted one gauntlet, For creating fissures, generating localized earthquakes and other controlled demolition.

Having tinkers against Noelle is probably our safest bet, Tattletale said.

Because she wont copy their gear, I said.

Tattletale nodded.

Good. Thank you, by the way, for sharing, Grue spoke to the Wards. Tecton nodded. Our groups had reached the door that led into the stairwell. There were officers handing out armbands, and the elevator was in use, forcing us to wait as people got their armbands and hurried downstairs.

You need our info?

No, Grace said. Her voice was hard. We know who you are.

Imp cackled, Were famous!

I hung back a second as one officer held an armband and my armor compartment out to me. I gripped it, but he didnt let go.

He wanted to play it that way?

I let my bugs drift away from my armor to surround it. He acted as if Id set it on fire, letting go and backing away. I handed it to Tattletale as we passed through the door to the stairs, then strapped on my armband. I spoke into it, Skitter.

How had things gone with Leviathan? My username would appear. I held my armband to Tattletale, and she pressed a button.

No trackers hidden in your stuff, she said. Want help putting this on?

Please. When were at the bottom.

We were at the tail end of the group, and consequently we were the last ones out the door. The dogs were already mostly grown, and we paused as Bitch increased Bentleys size to the point that we could ride him.

We have too many people and not enough dogs, Grue commented.

Well drive, Tecton said. Just need to requisition a van.

Ill ride, I said. Rachel?

She nodded. She was up first, and she gave me a hand in getting up. I had to fight coughing for a minute.

Assaults going to try to screw us over, if we cross paths, Tattletale said.

I suspected, I answered.

And if this goes south, they will come after us. The bit Miss Militia said about Battery? That loses its cachet when people start to feel like the people of this city would be better protected if they turned us in than if we were helping. Were going to have to stay on top of this. Turn around, Ill help strap on your armor.

I nodded and turned around. I moved my bugs out of the way as she fiddled with the straps, threading them through the appropriate areas. I blinked a few times, looking towards the nearest light source to try to gauge if my vision was any better. No improvement. Short of a thorough check by an ophthalmologist, I wouldnt find out if Id regain my sight, or how much Id recover if I did.

Everything Id been through, and I got the long-term injury as a civilian.

Within two minutes, the Wards had pulled a containment van up beside us, with Tecton behind the wheel and Raymancer sitting in the passenger-side window, holding the headrest of the chair inside to help maintain his position. The back popped open, and Imp, Regent, Tattletale and Grue climbed in.

Ballistic as our first stop. Then Parian.

I winced at the pain in my side as Bentley started running. And maybe collect Atlas while were in this area of town.

Tattletale was right. This situation being classified as a level-A situation instead of a class-S situation wasnt doing us any favors. I just had to note how things were different from Leviathans attack. There were no air raid sirens. People werent being evacuated.

Helicopters flew overhead. I could hear them, even if my bugs didnt reach that high. I knew Miss Militia had assigned us capes, for the inevitable event of Noelle sniffing us out and coming after us. I didnt sense them on the ground, so I could only assume they were in the air.

Was it better that people werent being evacuated? They werent on the streets, in the line of fire if the psycho-Vistas or Noelle came after them. It meant we didnt need to deal with unpowered clones.

But it also meant that there were that many more people here if things went south.

There was a potential kill order on our heads, and there were innumerable heroes in the city who had reason to throw us to the wolves, or to Noelle if they thought the situation called for it. The stakes were higher, and there was a lot more room to fail. Noelle just needed one lucky maneuver to go from class-A to class-S threat in moments, and we werent getting half the backup this situation deserved.

Not to mention that I was worn out. Physically, emotionally, I felt like Id been pushed to the limit, wrung out and then pushed to the limit all over again, and that was just dealing with Coil and rescuing Dinah in the past twenty-four hours. If I got into the past few months, or how the very way I thought had changed-

I felt a touch dizzy just thinking about it.

No. It wasnt dizziness. My surroundings really were off kilter. The buildings around us and ahead of us were stretching and shifting en-masse.

Trouble! I informed Bitch. I used my bugs to notify the others in the containment van: Vistas.

I had to sweep my bugs over the area before I could find any of them. One was perched on a rooftop, one block ahead. She wasnt in costume.

It had been dumb of me to expect them to be in costume. I hadnt even considered it, but Noelle wouldnt spit out anything but the people themselves. The bugs noted the hardness of her face, more like a mask than flesh, her angular, almost artificial chin, and the thin hair on top of her head.

The others too many places to check I found another, three blocks over, making a beeline towards us. Noelle had ordered them to space out, to catch us if we crossed her perimeter.

Bastard yelped to my left, skidded to a stop. Rachel seemed to read something in his response, because she pulled Bentley to a hard left, veering straight into the vans path.

She was going to hit it? I had to adjust my grip, lifting my leg out of the way before she could follow through and have Bentley bodycheck the vehicle. I sensed Raymancer dropping from the window to his seat as the dog hit, only an inch away from serious injury. The van turned and skidded to a stop, and I fell, rolling.

A block ahead of us, a building toppled. I ducked my head low and covered it as dust and debris rolled past us as a thick cloud. The building wouldnt have hit us, but the debris and dust might have left us incapacitated long enough for the Vistas to act.

Wed ground to a halt, and sure enough, the pseudo-Vista on the rooftop was slowly starting to work on the buildings around us, thinning walls and twisting supports. She was spreading out the work and laying the groundwork for future collapses, I realized. The second psycho-Vista, busy trying to close the distance by folding the space between us and her and stepping across the shortened distances, was raising the street between two buildings, creating a steep incline that even Bitchs dogs would struggle to climb, cutting off one avenue of retreat.

And I was aware of a third one. The tall Vista Grue had described. Shed stretched like taffy, her bones curving to the point that each was more a crescent than straight. Narrow, so thin it felt like shed break, with a face twisted into a perpetual, distorted scream, she was picking her way through the rubble of the fallen building. Her power was twisting the largest pieces of rubble around her until they were wisps, chunks of concrete slowly corkscrewing in space until they were nothing more than dust.

Three of them.

And Noelle nowhere to be seen. Not in my powers range of four-ish city blocks. Shed be going for the others. For Ballistic, or Parian. These troops were only to slow us down, buy her time to make another move, find another set of powers.

Fuck me. Noelle was employing the same basic tactics I did: sensing the opposition, strategically deploying the offensive troops, acting as the heavy hitter and problem solver in the center of the chaos her minions generated, working towards complementary or wholly different goals than the swarm.

Worse, she was better at it than I was. She was faster, her senses reached further, and the individual at the center of her army was a nightmarish force unto herself.

We couldnt afford to get caught fighting. Not while Noelle hit our other allies.

Still flat on the ground, I choked back the next spell of coughs and touched the button on my armband, We need reinforcements, fast.