One of Rachels dogs growled, long and loud, an alien, unsure sound.

She shushed it, setting her hand on the side of its head.

Ugh, Cozen mumbled, The smell.

The smell. Summer heat, the mingled scent of blood, shit and overripe bodies, with traces of other things in the wind. Caustic chemicals, ozone, smoke, burned flesh and plastic.

It wasnt unfamiliar. Not an exact combination of smells Id smelled before, but it put me in mind of Brockton Bay in the days soon after Leviathan had attacked.

I looked up at the man whod been strung up overhead, spread-eagled. Chains stretched from his wrists to buildings on opposite sides of the street, and more chains extended from his ankles to the bases of the same buildings. A number was carved on his chest. One-seventeen.

Beneath him, the sign from outside the town limits had been slammed down onto the hoods of two cars so it stood upright.

Welcome to Killington. Heart of the Green Mountains.

They probably thought it was funny. Especially with the bloody handprint on the word heart.

They got the children too, Cozen whispered, as she averted her eyes from a mother who had died holding her child, both burned black. The only parts of their body that hadnt burned were patches of skin in the shapes of numbers. Two-fifty-four. Two-fifty-five.

Two of the Red Hands, Getaway and Rifle, had come along for the ride. They were sticking close by her, and formed a small contingent with Grue as a consequence. Getaway wore a cowl with a hood that peaked in the front, to the center of his mask. His costume had straight, clean lines, as though hed modeled it after a car.

Rifle, by contrast, didnt look like he wore a costume. He was dressed like a special ops agent, complete with a complicated night-vision mount around his eyes, a number of scopes with lenses glowing in hues ranging from blue to red. Violet scopes were currently fixed over his real eyes. He carried a weapon, a modified gun that wasnt, as far as I could figure it, an actual rifle. It looked like it was set to fire specialized loads from canisters.

Of course they got children, I thought. I had to bite back a retort. Why was she here, if she wasnt ready for this?

But she wasnt a fighter. None of the Red Hands were, really. They were professional thieves. Break in, get out, sell the goods.

They were, maybe, what the Undersiders might have been with a little more luck, slightly different personalities, and a quieter existence.

Without me, even.

The Undersiders had made it for a year and a few months with their original strategy, avoiding fights, slipping away, staying off the radar. They would fight when they had to, but they didnt make it a thing. The fact that they didnt have firepower meant they couldnt make it a thing. If anyone got into trouble, it was the dogs.

And then I joined. Starting with the bank robbery, I pushed them to switch up tactics, catch the enemy off guard.

If Id never joined, what would have happened? Maybe the bank robbery wouldnt have worked out, and one of them would have been picked off and arrested. Maybe they would have taken a different direction with the robbery.

Bakuda might have killed them, Coil might have pushed them to be more aggressive as he scaled up his plans. Or they could have found a way, could have continued going the way they did, less violent in general.

Some good, some bad. Rachel might never have reached the point she was at now. Grue wouldnt necessarily have gone through what he did. Regent might be alive.

I glanced again at Cozen, saw her looking at me in turn. Catching me looking, really.

What? she asked.

You dont need to be here. Youll be happier in the long run if you arent.

Nothing, I responded. She looked annoyed, but she didnt say anything.

There was a kind of art to the setup. No doubt at all that it was a display, a showpiece. Trails of blood, ash and other substances marked where bodies had been moved. They were spaced out just enough that we would run into a fresh one just as we left the last behind.

I might have missed it if not for my swarm-sense. The bodies were placed at positions high and low, the methods of death differing here and there, but there was a pattern to their distribution. The kind of pattern that might become clear if one were to set up a map and note the location of each body on it. A spiral.

I pointed the way to the central point of the spiral. I could see a plume of smoke in that general direction. Not the middle of Killington. Skewed off-center.

Weaver, report, Revels voice.

Im here, I responded. I kept a finger at my ear to make it clear that I wasnt talking to myself.

Killington?

Yes. Progress is slow. Im sweeping the area for traps and potential ambush, and Im marking a path to travel for when the others get here.

We saw the two traps at the outset. There are more confirmed?

Yeah. Im not touching anything. Pass on word that any capes entering the area should be hands off. I activated one and it was only a decoy, a prelude to a gas attack. One of Bonesaws, I think. Grue warded it off. No casualties.

Ill make doubly sure to pass on word about the traps and about the route youve cleared. I would have warned them anyways. The initial casualties were enough, with the helicopter and first responders. Give me a second.

I led the way as our group rounded a corner, and saw the smouldering wreckage of the helicopter, smoke still streaming skyward.

The collision apparently hadnt been enough to topple the corpse that stood upright in the middle of the intersection, desiccated. A number was drawn on the mummys chest in blood. Number thirty-six.

I could make out a tripwire strung between him and another corpse, a woman. She had apparently been shot execution style, propped upright on her knees. A number, again, had been drawn out in the midst of the blood spatter from the original wound. Number two-sixty-five.

The tripwire was almost obvious, coated in congealed blood.

Red string, I thought. In Japanese superstition, it was the string that bound lovers.

The pieces suggested Crimson and Winter. Neither was Japanese, but the idea of mingling romantic imagery with violence in that way fit them. The red knight and the soldier.

Ive got the feed open now, Revel said, Seeing what youre seeing.

Only part of it. The way the bodies are laid out, its a spiral. I think it all points to something. Making our way in.

Technically you arent. Youve stopped.

Tripwires, I said. Being very, very careful.

I like being careful, Imp commented. Shed only be hearing one side of the conversation. Careful is good. Keeps us alive.

Being too careful gets you killed, Rachel commented. Of everyone present, she seemed least concerned with the amount of death that surrounded us. Then again, that didnt surprise me. Have to act when you see the chance.

You want to hop on your dogs back and charge ahead? Imp asked. Go activate every trap between here and wherever?

Rachel frowned. No.

I like careful, Imp restated, for the record. Lets be careful.

Yeah. Fine.

I pointed to indicate. Obvious tripwire here. Covered in blood. Connects to the two bodies and I think claymores, at the base of that building over there. There are other tripwires around it. Look too hard at it, miss the others. I think theres a pressure plate, too. Im not sure what to call that.

I dont see anything that could be a pressure plate, Grue observed.

I pointed at a pane of glass at the base of a pile of rubble. It was broken, with a narrow thread of wood still attached along the one edge that was straight and unbroken.

Maybe. Kind of hard to believe, he said.

Because we could see through it? Yeah. But it was situated beside a pile of rubble, and the balance of the glass with the surrounding brick and concrete seemed too convenient.

Was there something attached to the edge of the glass where we couldnt see? If the glass was broken, would the wood weigh the remaining fragment down and pull something?

Lets play it safe. We avoid the tripwires, we avoid the glass.

Whatever you say. Im all for playing safe, he responded.

I led the way around the trap. I left a trail of dead bugs behind us as we made our way to the center, murdering them with larger bugs and mashing them into the ground. A path.

I wondered about Grue. Couldnt read his expression, couldnt note his tone either. Was he thinking about the same thing I was thinking?

Wed already fallen for one trap. Not here, but back in Brockton Bay. Back then, when hed had his second trigger event.

It had been the Nine, back then, and though he wasnt giving me any clues there was something wrong, he wasnt indicating that he was his old self, from back in the good old days. I suspected he hadnt fully bounced back, even after all this time, might never.

We circled around eight teenage girls, sitting in a circle, crowns of splintered wood nailed through their skulls. One had fallen over in response to the wind, but the others were still upright, propped up with wooden planks nailed into their spines. Less blood than the head wounds, I noted. Some pre-death, others post?

The numbers were on the pieces of wood, registration numbers or something from the crate that had been smashed for materials. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, nine.

I looked up. Number eight sat on the bulb of a street light, a long dress blowing in the wind, directly above the circle. Her crown was the tallest, and for her to be so rigid, there had to be a whole assortment of planks nailed to her.

Nine Kings, I said.

A woman king? Imp asked.

Shes the victim, I said. The killer is her husband, for lack of a better word.

Theyve resurrected all of the old members. Cloned them, Revel said.

Clones, I mused, agreeing. My suspicions were confirmed, and I wasnt surprised. Id hoped for different, but the reality of what we faced had been hinted at early on, when it had been revealed that the Nine had hit a tinkers laboratory and made off with materials that could be used to mass produce lifeforms.

King. The leader, the founder of the group. Were the numbers in an order corresponding to when they had joined, then? Would the second member of the Nine be ten through eighteen?

Got a live one! Imp called out, interrupting my thoughts. Kind of alive.

I turned to look. A fat man was shifting in a restless way, his chest rising and falling quickly in unsteady movements. One arm jerked.

Leave him, I said. Dont touch.

He could be a witness, Rifle said.

Or a trap, I responded. I doubt hes in a state to fill us in on anything. Well move on, wait for heroes to follow the path Im marking. Theyll handle medical care for wounded.

Thats fucked up, Rifle said. We could at least put him out of his misery, then.

Im not willing to get close enough to check, I said. And Im not willing for you to get close either.

I- Parian started.

Then she stopped. The fat man deflated in an instant as a small collection of what looked like trilobites found their way out of his rear end. Slick with gore, they darted forward a short distance on their hundreds of little legs, then turned our way, bristling with spines. Tails trailed behind each of them, twice as long as the foot-long creatures, narrow, with stingers on the ends.

I could hear a hissing, but I wasnt sure if it was from the creatures or the way the spines rubbed against one another.

Oh god, she said. She took a step back, with Foil stepping forward, as if to defend her.

Breeds power, I said. Theyre mostly harmless, for now.

For now? Rifle asked.

I watched as they made their way up the side of a building to a corpse that was hung there. The corpse had been cut into sections, the arms and legs each severed at the joints and reconnected with lengths of chain. Breeds creatures found their way into the body through the holes in the neck, mouth and rear end. It jerked a little as they worked bodies the size of footballs into apertures only a fraction of that size, then went still.

For now, I answered Rifle. They start off the size of a lemon, lurk in spots where they can get access to orifices or sites of injury, or like you see here, corpses. Inside beer bottles, in toilet bowls, bedcovers, on the underside of kitchen tables, even inside food. Then they burrow inside, wait until the target is still and quiet for an hour or two, paralyze the target, and emit pheromones to call others of their kind to them. They devour the target from the inside out, molt once or twice as they digest the fats and proteins they ate, then find a new target. Its a process that takes a week to two weeks, depending on the availability of food sources.

I could see Getaway shift position, folding his hands behind his back, as if he could shield his rear end. His mouth had shut into a firm line.

His nose was still unprotected, I noted.

Even Rachel seemed a little concerned. She glanced at her dog.

They arent a danger to us, I said. Probably. They choose easier targets over harder ones, and there are enough corpses around here that we arent worth the trouble. What we should worry about is the later stages. When theyre about the size of a full-grown human being, theyll do two or three major molts with big physical changes, gaining some natural weapons, including a pellet-spit that kind of acts like a shotgun blast with fragments that dissolve into flesh-melting acid.

Um. Rifle said.

You know this how? Imp asked.

Read his file, I answered.

Shouldnt we kill them before they get big? Foil asked.

Not worth the time it would take to track them down, I said. We dont have any strong offensive powers, theyre durable against stuff like conventional ammunition and physical blows, and he generally produces about nine or ten per day.

That was ten, Getaway said.

Even assuming its only been one day since Breed woke up, I said, The scenes theyve left behind suggest there are nine clones of each copy of the Nine. Going by the numbers-

Twenty-nine copies, at least, Revel said.

Twenty-nine copies, I said. Two-hundred-and-fifty-plus members of the Nine currently active. Nine Breeds among them, meaning therere probably nine other clusters around here, taking advantage of abundant food.

Breeds creatures. Can you control them? this from Revel, taking advantage of the stunned silence.

I glanced up at the body the things had invaded. I tailored my response so both Revel and the Undersiders could make sense of it. I cant control those things, and I cant sense them either.

A shame. That would simplify things just a little.

It would. I wouldnt have minded the firepower, either, even with their particular diet.

Lets keep moving, I said. If we stop for every horror show, we might be stuck here a while. My guts telling me time is of the essence.

Im feeling a little out of my depth, Getaway said, his voice quiet, as he fell into step to keep up.

Thats a good instinct, I replied without looking at him. Trust it.

Youre telling me to leave?

I cant make you do anything, I said.

But you think I should leave?

If you feel like you should, yeah.

And does that extend to me and Rifle? Cozen asked, her tone cold.

I dont know. Yeah, if your instincts tell you to go, then get going now, I said. I pointed at the ground around a hose. There was a puddle that had spread beneath the hoses opening. My bugs had died on contact with it. Acid, not water. Dont walk in it. Rachel, watch your dogs.

Rachel grunted acknowledgement.

Dont change the subject. You want us gone, Cozen said.

No. All the help we can get is appreciated, I said. I glanced at her. At the same time, if push comes to shove and you cant hold it together, its going to hurt us all.

You dont think we can hold it together? Cozen asked.

Youre an unknown quantity. Anyone else thats here, I can trust them to hold their own because I know how they operate. I dont know you. I dont know how you react in a crisis, how youll respond if youre pushed to the edge, one way or another. Grue and the others are vouching for you, so Im shelving those concerns and trusting they have a good sense of your abilities. Ill maintain that trust until you give me an indication I shouldnt. Getaway saying hes spooked is an indication.

Im spooked, Imp said. Can I go home and sit on the couch in my underwear, eating cake? Ill cross my fingers for you guys, if you want.

Youre talking like youre in charge, Cozen said. Grue leads the Undersiders.

Im not an Undersider, I said. It doesnt matter. Im in charge anyways.

And Grue can speak for himself, I thought, but I didnt say it aloud.

I could see her reacting to that, even without the extra quip. I watched expressions cross her face: irritation, anger, indignation, and a trace of fear.

Grue is a good leader, I said, But this is my project. Something Ive been working towards and thinking about for the last two years. Leaving the Undersiders, making contacts, helping hold things together, maintaining the peace and eliminating possible issues. Everything I did, its been to prepare for this in some fashion.

A little unilateral, dont you think?

Its her project, Grue said. My orders are to follow her orders.

I could see how little she liked that.

But she maintained a professional demeanor. Accepted. You realize we dont have to follow your orders?

Grue nodded, silent.

Cozen seemed to come to a decision. We will anyways. As Weaver pointed out, this is unfamiliar ground for us. Well defer to your experience.

Thank you, Grue and I said, almost in sync.

I turned away to hide my smile, in case it could be made out beneath the fabric of my mask.

Progress was slow. The traps seemed to accrue in number as we drew closer to the center, as did the corpses. More than once, we were forced to take the long way around, as traps or pools of acid barred our paths.

We passed an area with rows of identical looking cabins, then ran into the Protectorate. Chevalier, Exalt, and others, examining the area, a block and a half away.

I got their attention, then pointed in the direction we were headed. It wasnt much more effort to mark out traps around them as well. I made sure to mark each with a cluster of bugs, and bug-letters spelling out the nature of the danger. Less trouble to move in parallel directions than reunite.

The center of the spiral wasnt the center of the town in a geographic sense, but in a sense of where the towns heart and focus were. We closed in on the front steps of what looked to be a town hall. Empty ski racks stood to our right, two draped with corpses that had been flung and broken over them.

By the time we were halfway through the plaza, navigating a maze where we tried to find a path that didnt force us to tread on potential traps or corpses, Tecton and the others had caught up, reaching the edge of the area.

Thoughts? Revel asked. Before you reach the center of the display?

He wanted to present this for effect, I said. Its why he set up Pyrotechnicals stuff to blow any aircraft out of the sky. The traps are to force us to take our time, force us to savor it.

Savor? Grue asked.

Everything Jack does is for effect. The same way a dog sort of raises its hackles to look bigger, tougher, or the way we used our reputation to seem more unstoppable than we were, Jack keys his actions for psychological effect. All of this is to scare, to drive us to hesitate when it comes to confronting him, push us to think of ways to avoid dealing with him instead of ways to catch up to him and beat his face in. Or, conversely, some personality types might get pushed to be reckless, to deal with him so he couldnt bother them anymore.

I glanced at Rachel as I said that last bit. Shed instructed her dogs to stay, so they wouldnt trip any of the traps in our way.

I made my way over a hump of bodies. The members of the Nine whod spilled acid all over the place had melted nine police officers and left them in a heap. Crawler? Only one that fit.

Our destination was the kind of spot, like a courthouses steps, where someone could give a speech. There were two objects covered in tarps, a man who was in a reclining position at the far end of the stairs, and ten dead bodies arrayed in a star shape, limbs bent to mark the direction of the spiral.

I checked under the tarps, then bit my lip.

I turned around and gave Golem instructions as he made his way past the traps. He created platforms to step over to serve as a shortcut. Grace, Tecton, Wanton and Cuff hung back, looking grim. They were joined by Chevalier and the others.

Golem joined me at the top of the stairs.

Hows your headspace? I asked.

Terrified.

In a way thats going to impact our job here?

No. No. You told me what to expect. Kind of. I didnt imagine this.

I shook my head. No.

There was a voice from beneath the other tarp. A strangled scream.

What was that?

A recording, I lied. Then I elaborated. Its a trap. Two tarps, have to guess the right one. Guess the wrong one and you blow up. This one. Move the tarp.

He hesitated.

Trust me, I said. Even as I lie for everyones benefit.

Rachel and Golem worked together to move the tarp aside.

A television.

The tapes already in the machine, you can hit play to start it, the man sitting at the edge of the stairs said.

Wait, Weaver, stop. Who was that? Revel asked.

Who? I asked. What do you mean?

Look to your right.

I did. The other tarp, more corpses, the man who was now standing at the edge of the stairs, the little crenelation at the top of the stairs railing, then beyond that, cabins, restaurants, hotels and motels, the rest of the town, and mountains in the background.

Not sure I get what youre saying, I said.

Whats wrong? Grue asked.

I dont know. Im getting communications from Revel, and shes acting funny.

Here, the man said. Let me get that for you.

The others stepped out of the way as he approached me, Golem, and the television set. He reached for the play button.

I caught his wrist.

Hes dangerous, Revel said.

I beg your pardon? the man asked.

Attack.

Attack?

I shook my head a little, releasing the mans wrist. I appreciate the offer, sir, but lets be safe and make sure this isnt a trap.

Cant argue with that, he said, smiling.

This is what hell is like, Revel said. Listen to me.

Tattletale, are you there? I asked.

I am.

Tattletale? Revel asked. Damn all of you. It doesnt matter. Listen, Taylor, Master and Stranger protocols are in effect. Your perceptions are altered, understand?

I felt my heart quicken a little at that. I understand.

There is a person to your right. Not a teammate, former or current. I need you to kill that person, dont ask why, dont think too much about it. Draw your knife.

I drew my knife.

Look. Ill tell you who to attack.

I glanced to my right, my eyes falling on Rachel. It was a bit presumptuous to say she wasnt a teammate. Not a team player, but shed done her share.

No, to her right.

I looked past the man and set my eyes on Golem.

Im more inclined to think youre a voice in my head thats fucking with me, than to suspect Golems up to something, but-

Oh hell, Revel said.

I got this. Taylor, do me a favor, give the order to go dark.

Go dark, I said.

To my left, Grue surrounded himself in thick darkness.

Nothing happened.

It didnt work.

Wait.

A spray of blood leaped from the mans throat. We each stepped away, and I hurried forward to stop Rachel from backing into the other tarp. We watched in stunned silence as blood poured from the wound.

Hey, a female voice said, Do me a favor, let me know if there are any traps at the bottom of the stairs?

Who- Golem started.

Just tell me.

Acid, I said, raising my knife so I could defend myself if I had to.

Imp appeared as she booted the bleeding man in the small of the back. He rolled down the stairs, leaving spatters and sprays of blood as he made his way down, and then collapsed in a pile of bodies. He started screaming, a gurgling sound.

I could see Chevalier and the others staring in shock, adopting fighting stances, unsure of how to proceed. It looked like Chevalier was talking to someone, gesturing with his free hand. Was it Revel, on the comms?

My schtick, Imp spat the words at the dying man.

I could mark the moment he died, because the blanks in my perception began to fill in.

Nice Guy, I thought. Id badly underestimated the severity of his power. Id known he would be in their roster, had kept it in mind throughout, even told myself to be ready for him, and then the moment we ran into him, well, he was another face in the crowd. The connection wasnt possible.

I watched as the acid ate away at him, burns creeping upward and spreading across his flesh, bubbling as it reached the cartilage of his nose and ears.

Thank you, Tattletale, Revel said.

All good.

I think I can tolerate your presence on this channel for the moment. Provided you dont cause any trouble that makes me regret it.

Id do that anyways. So. One more trap down. Keep in mind there are eight more of him.

What was he going to do? Golem asked.

Probably ask you all to stand there and stay still while he murdered each of you in turn, Tattletale said.

Oh.

Tattletale, I said. Call my phone, and Ill put you on speaker.

Okay. Lets see.

Six-three-zero-five-five- Revel started.

My phone rang. I picked up and put Tattletale on speaker, as Revel sighed audibly in my ear.

Is the video player safe? I asked. I turned my head towards the television.

Yeah. All the rest of this, its to scare. Its also meant to delay. Jack probably expected the heroes to take a little while to find this, to get by the traps. The spiral you mentioned, it would have been maybe a day or two before they put the pieces together, then another three to six hours before they navigated it to the center.

Yay us, Imp said.

She got more powerful, I thought. Shed been able to speak while using her power. Nuances.

Press play.

I hit the button.

It was Jack, here, in the center of the plaza. The camera wobbled as someone followed him, recording. I could see shadows of the other Slaughterhouse Nine in the background. Hookwolf. Skinslip. Night Hag.

This message is intended for Theodore Anders. Kaisers son. Stop the video here and go find him. Time is of the essence, I should say. How much essence and time you have available depends on how incompetent you heroes are. Hurry now, Ill wait.

No need to wait, Tattletale commented. Hes standing right here.

There were a few looks of surprise at that. Eyes fell on Golem.

There was a pause, then Jack started speaking. You missed the deadline, Theodore. Simple game of hide and seek, and you had two years to do it, to find and kill me. You failed.

Golems gloves made a small creaking sound as he clenched his fists.

You remember the deal, right? Two years to find me. Two years, you fight past my minions, you look me in the eye, and then you kill me. And if you fail? A thousand people die. Your sister joins them, and youre the last on the list.

Golem, Revel said. She started to say something else, but Jack cut her off.

That pain you feel, that self loathing? The fear and dawning realization of what youve done? Capture that, Theodore Anders. Hold on to that feeling and use it, because Im pulling your leg.

Golem startled as if hed been slapped. His eyes had lowered, and now they returned to the screen.

Circumstances beyond my control delayed me. So Im going to do you the favor of extending the deadline, and youre going to do me the favor of forgiving my lateness. Agreed? Agreed.

Can we not agree? Imp asked, uselessly.

Jack continued. This is a prelude. See, all of these guys just woke up, and they needed a chance to stretch, flex their abilities and make sure everything works right. Turn the camera around, Bonesaw dear.

The camera panned around. There were other members of the Slaughterhouse Nine present, standing in a loose half-circle. Hundreds of them. Nine of each. Thirty groups. I recognized most, could guess as to the others, who didnt have their powers or full transformations going.

In the middle of that semicircle, lying on the ground, civilians had their hands folded on the backs of their heads. In many cases theyd been stacked like cordwood. Many bound, others too terrified to move.

Oh god, Golem said.

Jack spoke, his voice calm, clearly relishing this. The camera returned to him, focusing on his face. I promised a thousand bodies. A thousand kills, if you failed to meet the challenge we set in our bargain. Except theres a bit of a problem. See, things have changed. The Endbringers have apparently doubled down. Terror is a fact of life. As commodities go, this one has depreciated quite a bit in the time Ive been gone. Weve really got to step up my game if Im going to pass muster and get on the front page of the paper, dont you agree?

No, Golem said.

Silent, I took his hand, holding it. My eyes didnt leave the screen as I studied it for details, matching members of the Slaughterhouse Nine to the files Id studied in recent months.

Now, Im still a man of my word, Jack said. The original deal stands, of course. Thats why each member of my army here is going to walk away with three or four of the locals here. Weve whittled down the number to an even nine hundred and ninety-nine. Lets say you have hmm. Until the twenty-fourth. Five days.

We watched in silence.

Whats the rub, the trick?

If you fail to kill me, I disband the Nine.

What? Imp asked. What?

I frowned. Not what I expected.

Thats not an enticement to leave me alive, Jack purred the words, sounding pleased with himself. See, Bonesaw did a very good job of putting my army together. Each is in the prime of their life, fit, in fighting shape.

Aw shucks, a girls voice said, offscreen.

Their psychologies are close to what they should be, all things considered. Except for tweaks, here and there. Im good when it comes to wrangling the wicked, but Bonesaw apparently felt two hundred and eighty would be too many, even for me. Shes made them loyal. Theyll listen better. The most unpredictable and dangerous have been touched up, the edges rounded off. While interacting with me, anyways. I wont sully your experience on that front.

No. Theyre obedient and servile only when I require them to be. If you fail in your task, then Ill give them one last task, to kill the one thousand people we agreed to in the terms of our wager, and then Ill disband the group. Theyll be free to run rampant, to do as they see fit. Wreak chaos. Ill take a vacation, sit back with a Mai Tai and watch the show.

Fuck me, Tattletale said.

Fuck, I echoed her, agreeing.

Golem, for his part, had gone stone-still.

Ill be leaving members of the Slaughterhouse Nine behind at regular intervals as I beat a not-so-hasty retreat. Your choice if you deal with them or leave them be. But if I get one report from them that youre getting help, one report that youre using others as a crutch, then thats it. Order goes out, hostages die, Nine go off leash, and you get to watch the body count rise.

Five days, Theodore. Noon on the twenty-fourth. I look forward to meeting you.

The video cut out.

Tattletale? I asked.

Already on it. Words going out to all the major players.

I noted Chevaliers approach. He had used Golems platform to reach the base of the stairs, stepping around Nice Guy.

Major players? Grue asked.

Everyone Tattletales been meeting with, I said.

I heard through the feed, Chevalier said. The restrictions stand.

The restrictions stand, I agreed. I explained for the benefit of the others. We treat this as a Simurgh situation. Control feedback, control exposure. Anyone and everyone that potentially comes in contact with Jack could be a factor in Dinahs end of the world scenario. Powerful individuals are especially important in this. The more powerful they are, the more important it is to minimize or prevent contact.

Um. I probably sound dumb as I ask this, Imp said, raising a hand as if she were asking a question in class, But what about the nearly-three-hundred lunatic psycho people with crazy powers that hes threatening to unleash on the world?

Well deal with them, I said. With your okay, Chevalier?

He fell silent.

Chevalier, I thought-

Yes. You proposed your strike squad. Youve shown their ability to deal with different situations. Fine. But Im assigning two tertiary squads to you.

Chicago and Brockton Bay teams.

I was going to say-

Theyre teams Im familiar with, I said. Please.

He fell silent again.

Work with me here, and if were all standing at the end, Im yours. Whatever you want to use me for, however, it doesnt matter. If this blows over and the end of the world doesnt happen, like some think it wont, then the deal stands.

Ill get in contact with Miss Militia and Crucible.

If its alright, can we have Clockblocker take control of the Wards for this excursion?

Whatever you need, Chevalier said. You realize were pinning a lot on you?

On Golem more than me, I said. Were going to cheat our way through this, bend every rule, but it all hinges on Golem being able to hold his own.

Jacks going to try to set Golem up with a long chain of lose-lose situations, Tattletale said. Force him to either let the innocents die and maintain the chase, or let Jack pull away. We already got one big advantage by getting to this tape as fast as we did. Lets not show our hand. Dragons on the line. Weve got Dragons Teeth and Azazel models moving to the front.

Close in the net, then act decisively, I said. Coordinated strikes. If the Thanda are willing, a meteor strike in the right time and place could do wonders.

There were nods of agreement from around the group.

Golem turned around and walked away.

Golem, I said.

He was already halfway down the stairs. He used the panels at his waist to form an even footpath, with hands turned at right angles, positioned where he could put his feet on them.

Golem! I called out. I handed my phone to Grue, then hurried after him.

He stopped as he set his foot on the first outstretched hand of pavement, but he didnt turn around. His voice was low, barely a whisper. Stop, Taylor. Leave me alone. Please.

Youre running?

Im no. Im definitely in. I have to be, dont I?

But?

But this is a lot to take in. Jack, he talked to me about ripples. About stuff extending outward, the lives that are affected.

I remember. You told me that.

Right here, in this dinky little ski resort, he murdered a few hundred people, just as a warm up. How many people on the periphery of it all are affected? How many people across America, across the world, know people in Killington? Or know the people who know people in this town?

You cant think about things on that scale.

I have to. Jack does, and I have to understand him. If I dont pay attention to it, if I ignore it all, pursuing only the end result, the target, then Im acting like my dad. Kind of. Either way, I lose.

You care about the people who died, and youre thinking about them that way for a good reason. Thats not putting you on a path to being like either of them.

But that kind of consideration, letting it really sink in, it eats away at you, doesnt it? Shouldnt it?

It should, I said.

Theres a reason we go numb, and I get that, but I dont want to go down that road, not so quickly. Not knowing just how easy it would be to revel in it, or to stop caring about the dead. Im there, and Im

What?

The stoic face on his helm stared down at the ground.

Theo?

I hear you guys talking about it, and youre right there, in your element. This is something that youve been working on for a long time, and theres almost an excitement to you. Like youve been in a kind of stasis for the entire time Ive known you, and only now are you really coming back to life.

Its not like that, I said.

No. I mean, Im not blaming you, or saying youre a bad person. Youre good at this, at taking a challenge head on, finding workarounds, manipulating the system to our advantage. Youre doing it for good reasons, to help, to stop bad people. I saw glimmers of that excitement, of the real Weaver, while you were dealing with our bosses, and making connections, offering deals to the bad guys you thought you could bring to our side. But Ive spent a long time thinking about Jack and watching old footage of him, and figuring out my enemy, my nemesis, and its like thats you.

Me.

Youre his nemesis, Weaver. Im the reason hes here, the reason these people died like this. But youre his counterpart, his mirror. Youve got that same excitement Jack has, you think along the same lines, in strategy and counter-strategy. You thrive on conflict, just like he does. And I Im not like that.

I couldnt muster a response.

So right now? You should go back. Forget I said this, because its Im regretting opening my mouth already. Work on formatting the strategies you already worked out to fit around the rules of Jacks game, because thats a good thing. Its what we need. But let me have half an hour or an hour or however long I need to myself. Until we stop waiting and stop letting Jack think we havent found the tape yet. Let me take a moment and think about these people.

Youre not to blame for them, I said. The Nine would have killed anyways.

I know. I get that. But I played a part in the sequence of events, and maybe these people wouldnt have been the ones to die if I hadnt made that wager with Jack and I guess I think everyone else that cares has better things to do. You trained me, the others trained me. I- I guess Im as ready as I could ever be. Ill fight when the time comes, wade through the gauntlet he sets in his wake and Ill succeed or fail. But Im not a strategist, and these people need someone to mourn them. Let me be useful in my own way, right here, right now.

I opened my mouth to voice a reply, then shut it.

A moment passed, and Golem set about walking on the hands hed raised from the ground, just two or so feet above the bodies and the streets that were painted with blood.

I stood where I was, watching as he steadily made his way to the safe zone Id drawn out on the ground. He stopped only to gesture for Tecton and Grace not to follow, then walked on, out of sight.

Its not that I dont care, I thought. But-

But what?

I couldnt articulate my thoughts.

But we need a strategist, we need a plan, before all hell breaks loose, I thought. Developing that, coming up with answers, fighting, its going to do a lot more good in the long run than compassion all on its own.

I looked down at Nice Guy, at the foot of the stairs, a fleshy mess that was slowly dissolving into the acid pile, which only spread and served as more acid to melt flesh. I realized I was still holding my knife, from the time of the brief skirmish. I sheathed it.

Then, as Golem had told me to, I pushed him, the dead, the maimed and the lost out of mind and turned back to the core group, to offer my services, to coordinate and administrate.