At least shes stopped screaming.

The Simurgh floated in the air, remaining in a kind of stasis, much like shed been in when wed approached her, but there was an entire rig of devices surrounding her. A halo, almost, studded with guns and cannons at regular intervals. The sky behind her was overcast, clouds rolling past us with the strong winds, and mingled dust and smoke slowly shifting beneath her, brown-gray. The juxtaposition was eerie, the clouds of the sky moving faster than the smoke and dust, and the Simurgh between the two, utterly still.

On TV, back in the days when wed had television, there had been the various talk shows, news segments and interviews where the Endbringers would come up. Id listened, even though television wasnt really my thing. Id heard people theorize on the Simurghs scream, wondering out loud about just how many of the disasters that followed in her wake were her, and how many were our own overblown paranoia.

It helped to remind myself that I wasnt the only one who was debating the possibilities. Id listened for too long. Was I tainted? If this was all a trap, then I might already be seeded with some destructive or disastrous impulse. Should I be hypervigilant? Should I not stress over it?

It was a debate millions of individuals had maintained amongst themselves, in the wake of the Simurghs attacks. Invariably, there wasnt a right answer. If she wanted to fuck with me, there wasnt anything I could do. Anything could and would fit into her game plan.

It wasnt just me, either. I was very aware of Lungs presence, and of Shadow Stalkers.

The Yngbn were dealt with. There were two major raiding parties, if we judged solely by the colors of their masks, and three or four other sub-groups tasked with different functions. One raiding party was annihilated, and I could hope the Endbringers presence would scare off the other group.

There was an upside of sorts, in that the Yngbn didnt have access to Cauldrons doormaking parahuman. It meant they moved exclusively through the portals that dotted Earth Bet, the same portals the refugees had used, which some stragglers were still using. Various factions and governments were gathering small armies at each of the remaining portals. One Earth was already lost to us, destroyed by Scion in the first day hed been traveling universes. The South American refugees who had fled through there would be either eradicated or reduced to such a small population that it barely mattered. Earth Zayin, too, was gone, subsumed by the Sleeper.

Still, a dozen Earths remained, with people scattered all over them. The C.U.I. had claimed one, and theyd be ready for retaliation, maintaining a defensive line.

I doubted that defensive line would hold if an Endbringer decided to march through. No, they would be gathering their forces in anticipation of a possible attack. Good.

I took in my surroundings. One ramshackle settlement, more than half of it obliterated by bombs. Relatively little in the way of collateral damage on the Simurghs part.

Psychological damage? Quite possible. The Simurgh was a terror weapon, her very presence enough to rout armies, and these refugees werent an army. Morale had been low to start with.

I sighed. Wed scared people off, and theyd fled to the hills, quite literally. In a movie, this would have been the moment that people slowly began returning, the orchestral music swelling as they overcame their fear.

Ridiculous, in context. Theyd hide for days, and theyd flee the second they saw the Simurgh again.

This wasnt a case where wed be able to stop the imminent threat and then recruit a select few people from among the survivors.

Yo, Tattletale said. She had to run to get up the last stretch of the little hill that overlooked Tavs primary settlement.

Yo, I responded.

Total deadpan? You can be a little excited, she said.

I am. Quiet terror is a kind of excitement, isnt it? Pulse pounding, heart in my throat, and Im so tense Im getting a headache, because Im almost afraid to think.

You think Im not? Fuck. Theres very few things that genuinely terrify me. One of them is hanging out right above us, building something, and I cant even read her, which makes her one of the few things out there that surprise me.

Building something? I looked up.

True enough, the Simurgh had her hands in front of her, and was manipulating debris in between her hands.

What is she-

I dont know, Tattletale said, interrupting me. What do you want me to do? Ask her?

I shook my head. How are the Pendragons occupants doing?

Ship shape, but Defiants wanting to be careful. Hes demanding they get triple-checked. Kind of funny, seeing that from him.

I shrugged. It would be a bigger leap for Tattletale to see the changes in him than for me to see it. Id been acquainted with him over the past two years, while she only saw him here and there.

Theyll be up for it if we have a fight? I asked.

Tattletale shrugged. For sure. Scratches, bruises, but thats about it. Were down to fight at a moments notice. Sad thing is, the worst thing Scion could do to us is wait a month or two before he comes back.

True, I agreed.

Not a pleasant thought. If he took a leave of absence while we were trying to wrangle the Endbringers, odds were wed get taken out by other factions or by the Endbringers themselves.

I dunno, Imp said. I managed to not be startled as she appeared. Killing us all is pretty awful.

Awful, but not awful in the let humanity destroy itself sort of way, I pointed out. Let us come up with a plan for fighting back, then disappearing? Letting that plan fester and fuck us over?

Imp shrugged. So? What do we do?

Handle what we can, I said. Lets go talk to the others and hash out a plan of action.

The three of us made our way down the hill to the settlement. In the doing, we passed through a darker patch where the Simurghs wingspan blocked out a portion of the sun. What little sunlight could pass through the cloud cover, anyways. I glanced up and saw her in shadow, the light behind her outlining her body, hair, feathers and the halo of improvised weapons.

Defiant had his helmet off. His hair had grown in just a little, but wasnt much more than a buzz cut, stubble on one side of his face was much the same. But for the lack of stubble on his cheek, I might not have noticed his face was partially a prosthetic. A gift from the Nine.

It worked, he said.

More or less, I responded. One civilian death and seven civilian injuries in the fighting, the death and two of the injuries were the Simurghs fault.

Only that many, Defiant said.

She was letting us know she could, Tattletale said. Which is something we really should pay attention to, so long as were trying to make sense of Endbringer psychology. Im wondering if you could say that theyre primarily a warped super-ego, devoid of any real ego or advanced id. Built in codes and rulesets, not human social rules, but still rules established by a creator.

Sigmund Freud, Defiant said. I remember being back in University. Second year psychology elective. The professor said one word, Freud, and the entire auditorium of students exploded in laughter.

Tattletale smiled. Youre calling my analysis into question?

If youre basing it on the Freudian structural model, yes.

Freud was big on the whole Oedipus, Electra thing. Mommy issues, daddy issues. Id say if we have any understanding of the Endbringers at all, theres definitely something going on there. Not sexual, but you get what I mean.

Youre way overstating my intelligence, Imp said. I dont get what you mean at all.

The Endbringers have a fucked up connection with whoever made them, I said. Be it Eidolon or someone else.

I understand that.

So if theyre unmoored from whatevers anchoring them to reality, Tattletale said, Whats motivating them now?

A better question, I said, Is well, who the fuck is she following?

Us, Imp said. You guys are overthinking this.

I sighed. She is following us, probably. Leviathan was following the Azazel, Simurgh followed the Dragonfly. Both maintained consistent speeds, matching pace, keeping a short distance. What Im asking is, which of us, exactly, does the Simurgh follow?

Whos in control of her, for the time being? Tattletale summed up the question.

Theres an easy way to check that, Defiant murmured. Odd, that his voice had a vaguely mechanical twang to it even with his helmet off. Each person that was on the Dragonfly walks in a different direction, and we see who she follows.

I frowned, glancing skyward for a moment. No sign of any movement or response from the Simurgh.

What? Tattletale asked.

I wouldnt say anyones in control of her, I said. Because I dont think anyone is in control of her except her, and-

I stopped there.

What? Tattletale asked, again.

When she was first attacking the settlement and I was musing aloud at the possibility of betrayal, she very deliberately looked at me. It was a communication, all on its lonesome. Letting me know the whole betrayal thing was a possibility, that she had some self-volition, and letting me know she was listening.

We know she hears. We know shes aware of everything around her, present or future. Simurgh S.O.P., Tattletale said.

I know, I said. But Im not just saying she heard me. Im saying she was listening. Shes hearing every word we say here and shes paying attention to all of it, processing it, applying it, maybe.

You may be reading too much into a momentary eye contact, Defiant said. Im watching the video footage in question right now yes. I see what youre talking about.

Right? I asked. So you agree?

But he shook his head. I suspect Its a bad sign if youre getting paranoid over this. Its counterproductive, and the moment your fear or second-guessing is detrimental enough, you need to step down and walk away.

I took a deep breath, then sighed. Im fine.

If theres an issue

No issue. All Im saying, the only reason I brought this up, is because I dont want to get on her bad side. Id very much appreciate it if we treated her with due respect. Lets not upset her by talking about her in a negative light. Electra complexes, talking about whos controlling her, or experimenting on her. I dont think its that easy to understand her, and were only going to upset her if we keep going down that road.

She doesnt get upset, Defiant said. Didnt we just spend an inordinate amount of time talking about how Endbringers dont have conventional emotions?

Better safe than sorry, I said.

Yes, he sighed the word. Yes. Of course. Im mentally exhausted, Im being stubborn.

Were all mentally exhausted, I said. I glanced up at the Simurgh. Keep that in mind.

There were nods all around.

The Pendragon wont fly until I fix it, Defiant said, standing. He pulled on his helmet, and there was an audible sound as it locked into place. Ill need parts from elsewhere. It also means leaving some people behind. You cant fit everyone into the Dragonfly.

Well do something low-risk in the meantime, then, I said. Reduced group.

Sensible. Ill go see after the others, then. This would be a good time to eat, stock up on supplies or use the facilities.

Defiant wasnt one for goodbyes or formalities. He said hed leave, and he left, his boots making heavy sounds with each footfall.

Well, Im going to go make water, Tattletale said, jerking a thumb towards one of the outhouses. Id be all girl-code and invite you with, but I actually like you guys, and I dont want to subject you to that atmosphere.

Thanks, I said.

When Tattletale had disappeared, Imp and I sort of meandered over towards the others.

Canary was closest, helmet off, her hair plastered to her head with sweat, making her feathers that much more prominent where they stuck out of her hairline.

This is crazy, she said.

This is a Tuesday for us, Imp replied, overly casual in a way that was almost forced.

I saw the dawning alarm on Canarys features. I hurried to reassure her, Its really not. Ignore her.

Canary nodded.

Holding up okay? I asked.

Pretty much. Theres one thing, but it its pretty trivially stupid in the grand scheme of things.

Were killing time while we wait to get organized, I said. Go ahead.

There were two people I was talking to. Forget their names. Ones really forgettable and the others obscure.

Foil and Parian, I said.

Yes. Right, yeah. I was talking to them, and we had a lot in common, and then they went from warm to ice cold in a flash. Couldnt understand why.

I frowned. That doesnt sound like either of them.

They didnt really say anything. They just talked about going somewhere, and I asked if I could come, and they looked at me like I had three heads.

They probably wanted to be alone, I said.

Yeah. I get that, Canary said.

Alone alone, Imp responded. End of the world, making every minute count? Nudge, nudge, wink wink?

Imp held her mask in one hand, using it to nudge Canary twice, then tipping it to the side as she winked, keeping time with the four words.

Canarys eyes went wide. Oh. Oh!

Dudette, with all the hugging and reassuring they were doing, how was this even in question?

I dont follow the cape scene. I dont know how close teammates get. I just figured, shitty situation, life and death, maybe you cling tighter to any buoy in a storm oh god. I asked if I could come with them.

Imp nodded sagely. I can see where youd get confused. Were very close, here, after all.

Canary was blushing, humiliated, the pink of her skin contrasting her yellow hair.

Imp continued, After all, Skitter Weaver and I well

She tried to make bedroom eyes at me, holding her hands in front of her, twisting her arms as she drew her shoulders forward, the very picture of a lovestruck schoolgirl.

Canarys face reddened further as Imp continued to poke fun.

Imp, for her part, gave it up after only two or three seconds. Fuck. Cant do it. Weaver here has diddled my brother, and it just feels squick and incestuous.

Thats the reason we havent ever done the relationship thing, I said, my voice flat. Itd be weird in an almost incestuous way.

Imp cackled. One of very few people I knew who could cackle. She was enjoying herself. This was her medium. One of them. Youd do better with Tattletale, or Rachel.

Thank you, I said, and I injected a little more sarcasm into my voice, for the mental pictures that evokes.

She cackled again.

Eager to change the topic, I glanced at the others. The Wards were sitting a short distance away, Kid Win, Golem, Vista and Cuff, sitting together. Cuff was fixing up Golems costume.

Id feel weird about approaching them. Technically, I was still a Ward, though my eighteenth birthday had come and gone. I should have moved up to the Protectorate, but Id never been sworn in, had never filled in the paperwork.

The Slaughterhouse Nine, Scion and the mass-evacuation from Earth Bet sort of gave me an excuse, but I still didnt want to face the questions.

I glanced at Saint, who was sitting between Narwhal and Miss Militia. They were pretty clearly talking guns.

Lung stood alone. He was holding a skewer with meat all along the length. A glance around didnt show any possible source.

A check with my swarm did. A few hundred feet away, there was a cooking fire that had gone out in the aftermath of the Yngbn attack. Lung had apparently claimed some food as a matter of course.

Lung, I said, almost absently.

You know him? Canary asked.

Yeah, I said.

He was kind of notorious in the Birdcage. A lot of people, they come in, and they do something to make a statement. Kill someone, pick someone suitable and claim them, challenge someone suitably impressive to a fight, that sort of thing.

What did Lung do? I asked.

He marched into the womens side of the prison, killed his underling, and then killed and maimed a bunch of others before the cell block leaders ordered people to pull back. I got called into a meeting, too, where a bunch of people in charge of cell blocks asked me to come and tell them what I knew about him, since we arrived at the same time.

I nodded. But you didnt know anything.

No. I think some of them were really worried, too. I thought they were going to hurt me, until Lustrum, uh, my cell block leader, backed me up, gave me her protection.

Geez, Imp said. Thats messed up.

Canary shrugged. How did you put it? A Tuesday? A Tuesday in the Birdcage.

No, Im not talking about that, Imp said. Im talking about the fact that Lustrum the feminazi was in charge of your cell block and you still didnt pick up on the thing between Parian and Foil. Isnt that, like, Sappho central?

Sappho?

Canary blushed again. I uh.

I mean, seriously, Imp said.

Ease up, I warned her.

I I live and let live, Canary said. I just didnt want to step on toes.

And you never got any?

I had somebody, but like I said

They were still going as I focused on my swarm. I gave some commands to the Dragonfly, which I had landed a mile and a half out of town, and brought it our way.

With the relay bugs, I could sense most of the settlement, the surrounding landscape, everything above and below. That was only using half of them.

The remainder were fertilized, bearing eggs.

Id flipped the switches, shifted them into breeding mode, and I was working on keeping them warm and well fed. Id have to wait until the eggs hatched before I found out whether the young had any range extension ability. If I had to wait until they were adult, well, the world might end before I got that far.

Defiant was returning. I stepped away from Canary and Imp to greet him.

Lets go, he said.

Smaller team, while the Pendragon was out of action, smaller job.

The ones who were grounded would be looking after the settlement, ensuring the survivors were able to make it through the next few nights.

Tattletale was with me. Imp and Rachel had come with for much the same reason Lung had. They were restless personalities, unwilling to relax when there was a possibility of a conflict. I wanted to think that Rachels intentions were a little kinder in nature than Lungs, that she wanted to protect her friends, but I wasnt going to ask, nor was I going to set any hopes on it.

A pleasant idea, nothing more.

Lung was eerily quiet. Hed acted to stop Shadow Stalker from attacking me, but he hadnt shown a glimmer of his power.

After wed decided who went where, before wed left, Canary had found a moment to talk to me. To finish what shed been about to say when Imp had interrupted to poke fun at her.

Information about Lung.

He coasted on reputation for some time. Didnt use his power, didnt fight, just intimidated. Nobody was willing to start something because nobody really knew what he was about. Until this guy from Brockton Bay came in. Had some info. Except, by then, Lung was entrenched in Marquis cell block, and even if someone wanted to go after him, they didnt want to deal with Marquis in the process.

Lung hadnt been using his power. Why? Was there a reason?

A deep seated concern about his passenger, maybe? No. What would excuse that?

I needed to ask Tattletale, now that I knew, but there hadnt been a moment where wed both been alone.

We had Shadow Stalker, who had no interest in rebuilding and resettling. Defiant was with us as well, relying on remote monitoring to perform the occasional check-in on Saint. Narwhal would manage the rest.

Miss Militia had come along, and nobody had said anything to mark it as fact, but I got the distinct impression it was for Defiants sake.

And, of course, we had the Simurgh. Following. Shed finished building what shed been working on as she hovered over the aftermath of the fight at the Tav settlement.

A shortsword, four feet long, without any guard to protect the hand from an enemys weapon, both sides of the blade serrated. Black.

Defiant had called it a Gladius.

Defiant had the cockpit and Miss Militias company, and so I was left to hang out in the cabin, with Rachel sleeping beside me, Bastard and Huntress sleeping at her feet.

I admired her ability to rest in such stressful situations. I glanced at Shadow Stalker, who seemed to be filled with nervous energy. When wed kidnapped her for Regent to control, Rachel had been able to sleep then, too.

I felt like I had to be responsible, somehow. Id taken on three very dangerous individuals, with reputations ranging from bloodthirsty vigilante to Endbringer, and I knew Id blame myself if something went wrong on any count. I couldnt sleep when there was information to take in, when there were people to watch, people to watch over, and personalities to keep in check.

Threats and conflicts, within and without.

Many of the monitors were focused on Bohu, the towering Endbringer, tall enough that her heads reached the cloud cover. Five miles tall, give or take. Gaunt, expressionless, without legs to walk with. No, she moved like a block of stone that someone was pushing, not with lurching movements, but a steady, grinding progression that left bulldozed terrain in her wake. Overlapping rings marked the area she traveled as well, as she continued switching between her typical combat-mode cycles, altering the terrain, raising walls, creating traps and deadfalls, generating architecture.

The monitors abruptly changed. One shaky image, from one cameraman at just the right vantage point.

A golden streak crossing the evening sky, appearing out of nowhere.

Just about everyone in the Dragonfly tensed. I felt myself draw in a breath, my meager chest swelling as if I could draw in confidence as well as air, preparing to give orders, to provide the call to arms.

But the golden light disappeared as soon as it had appeared. Like the jet stream of an aircraft passing overhead, except it was light, not smoke, and it only marked a brief period where hed passed through our world on his way to other things.

We relaxed.

Rachel hadnt even woken up. She was exhausted, though wed barely participated in any fighting.

The Dragonfly moved closer to the ground as we approached the next portal. It was squatter, broader, allowing for more ground traffic at a moments notice, though it made the passage of flying vehicles more difficult.

Like Scion, exiting one world, passing through Bet on our way to the next. It reminded me of my discussion with Panacea. People who build and people who destroy. We were trying to do the former, Scion the latter.

The Dragonfly passed through the portal.

Heavy rain showered down around us. The Dragonfly faltered for an instant as it changed settings, very nearly nosediving into the ground beneath us.

Defiant pulled the craft up.

Agnes Court, I thought. Id studied all of the major players in anticipation of the end of the world, I knew who the Elite were, and I knew who had built this.

She fit somewhere between Labyrinth and the Yngbns Ziggurat. Organically grown structures. Seeds that swelled into pillars, stairs, houses and bigger things, given enough time in proximity to their master. The wood-like substance hardened to stone of varying colors after she terminated the growth.

In the span of two and a half days, shed grown a walled city, one with an elaborate castle at the northmost end, with shelters and what looked like a sewer system, if I was judging the perfectly round hole in the cliff face below right. It was gushing water.

Two days to make this.

Leviathan had taken less than an hour to demolish it.

The wall, taller than some skyscrapers, was shattered in three places, damaged enough to serve little purpose in others. A shallow river flowed through the spots where the damage to the wall reached the ground.

Leviathan had perched himself atop the castles highest tower, though the tower wasnt broad enough for him to put anything more than two clawed hands and two feet on the very top. His tail wound around the structure, in one window and out another.

Even through the rain, his five eyes glowed.

Oh no, I said. The civilians. The refugees.

Relatively few, Tattletale said. Thats yeah. I dont think we offed people in any substantial numbers.

In any substantial numbers, I thought.

I didnt think theyd get this kind of structure up in time, I said.

Court grows things exponentially, given time, Tattletale said.

She frowned.

Grew things exponentially.

If that was the case, then wed lost a possible asset. Fuck this, fuck the Elite for bringing things to this point.

There were a thousand people here, Defiant said. Many who were managing supplies and resources for the rebuilding and resettlement efforts.

Id explain, Tattletale said, But Id rather not explain twice.

Twice? Miss Militia asked.

Tattletale pointed.

The Azazel had parked on top of a tower at the walls edge, almost opposite to where Leviathan was. A crowd had gathered around it.

Too many to be just the Dragons Teeth. Far too many.

I swallowed.

Cameras zoomed in on the individuals. Hard to make out through the rain, but I could draw the appropriate conclusions.

The Dragonfly landed, far gentler in the process than I would have managed on my own.

Time to face the music, Tattletale said.

I took the time to restructure my costume, raising my hood to protect my head before I stepped out into the pouring rain. Defiant was in step to my right, Tattletale to my left.

No, not pouring. Pounding. As heavy a rainfall as Id ever experienced.

The other major players had arrived. The Thanda, Faultline, the Irregulars, the Meisters, the remnants of the Suits Cauldron.

It took time for everyone from the Dragonfly to make their way outside. We looked so small in comparison to the group arrayed before us. People had disappeared here and there. Dead or gone in the wake of the disaster on the oil rig, or the fighting that had followed.

Even after wed arrived, after the ramp had closed, the group before us remained utterly silent. There was only the sound of the rain, so deafening I might have been unable to hear people if theyd shouted. I clenched my fists, tried not to shiver. If I started, I wouldnt stop. Staying calm, staying confident, my attention on my bugs as a way of escaping the stresses here it made for an almost zen moment.

It was in that same moment that the Simurgh descended.

Descended was the wrong word. She fell. It was as though shed stopped lifting herself into the air, and let herself drop. Her wings moved to control her descent, keep her facing towards the ground as she plummeted. In the gloom of the rain and the heavy stormclouds above, her silver-white body was the easiest thing to make out. If the assembled capes hadnt already been keeping a wary eye on her, the movement would have turned heads anyways.

A white streak, plummeting from the sky, striking Leviathan.

The shockwave that accompanied the impact tore through the tower. Superficial features broke away first, followed by the internal structures that had provided structural integrity. The end result was a gradual, almost slow-motion collapse, a lingering view of the Simurgh and Leviathan as theyd been at the moment of impact.

They tilted as the tower did, but neither Endbringer moved. The Simurgh had both feet pressed against Leviathans stomach, one hand reaching up to grip his face, the other hand holding the gladius shed made, buried so deep in Leviathans sternum that only a little bit of the handle stuck out.

Pieces of her halo began to fall, including her fabricated guns and the other debris shed arranged to form the ring itself. It rained down like a localized meteor shower, striking the castle, the base of the tower, the wall, and Leviathan.

The Simurgh managed to avoid being struck, even with her vast wingspan. She leaped up, kicking herself off of Leviathan, and found a perch on the wall, folding her wings around herself and the top of the wall, as if to ward off the worst of the rain.

Maybe six or seven seconds later, the tower finished collapsing, and Leviathans massive, dense body hit ground, crashing through several buildings before settling, the handle of the sword still sticking out of the wound.

He didnt rise. He twitched, lashed out with his tail, dashing three already tattered buildings to smithereens, then gushed with water, producing four or five times his body weight in water without even moving.

Death throes?

Shed hit his core.

Beside me, Imp wiped at the lenses of her mask, tried again, and then pulled it off entirely. She stared at the scene with her mouth agape, then looked to Tattletale, mouthing three words in a voice too quiet to make out through the pounding rain.

Tattletales hair was soaked through, streaming with rivulets of water that ran down her back. Dark makeup ran from the eye sockets of her costume.

However bedraggled she appeared, just after a minute of standing in the rain, she also looked contemplative, rubbing her chin as she hugged her other arm close for warmth.

Leviathan went utterly still.

I watched the faces of the others. Every set of eyes was fixed on Leviathans body. Nobody seemed like they were willing or able to tear their eyes away from the scene.

Slowly, almost at a glacial pace, Leviathan moved. One hand with the disproportionately long claws was planted on the ground, then another. His tail provided some of the support and strength to leverage himself to his feet.

That, oddly enough, seemed to surprise Tattletale. Her hand dropped from her face to her side. She fumbled to hook her thumb over her belt as if she needed the extra leverage.

When Leviathan had pulled himself to an upright position with both feet beneath him, his head hanging down, the tail snaked around the handle of the sword.

He wrenched it free, and tore out chunks of his own chest in the process. There was little left but the handle and the base of the sword. Needle-like lengths of metal speared out from the base, but the bulk of the swords material was gone.

Leviathan continued to move with an almost excruciating slowness as he reached out with his claws, extending each arm to his sides, like a figure crucified.

The wound was superficial, but he was acting like hed received a more grievous wound than any of us had dealt in the past.

The wind turned, and the wall ceased to provide a curtain against the rain. For a moment, Leviathan was only a silhouette.

I could see his shape distort.

Others reacted before I saw anything different. The Number Man, Tattletale, Dinah, Faultline they saw something I couldnt make out through the curtains of torrential rain. The Number Man said something to Doctor Mother, and I saw Dinah fall back just an instant before Faultline gave a hand signal to her crew. They adopted fighting stances.

Did they really think we could fight, if it came down to it? Against two Endbringers?

It was maybe twenty seconds of stillness, seeing only vague shapes through the shifting downpour, before the wind turned again. I got a glimpse of what the Simurgh had done.

I could hear a squeak from beside me. I expected it to be Imp, saw it was Shadow Stalker, instead. She clutched her crossbow in both hands.

Fins. Leviathan had fins.

They were like blades, points sweeping backwards. A fin rooted in the side of his arm, from wrist to elbow, the point scything back. Had it not been limp enough to trail on the ground, it might have reached his shoulder. More at the sides of his neck and along the length of his spine, forming an almost serrated pattern where multiple fins overlapped. Perhaps some at his legs. The fins ran down the length of his tail, and ended in a cluster at the end, like the tuft of fur at the end of a lions tail, exaggerated many times over in size.

He flexed a claw, and I could see webbing between each finger, mottled in black and an iridescent green that matched his eyes. It made me think of the bioluminescence of a jellyfish in the deep ocean.

In synchronous motions, the Simurgh unfurled her wings, stretching them to their full length, and Leviathan flexed his fins, letting them unfold in kind. Each fin was the same as the webbing, mottled black and a eerie green, and the echo-image of water that accompanied his movement produced mist as it washed over the fins. It obscured him almost completely, and as much as the pouring rain served to drive it away, the rainwater produced more mist as it touched the fins.

It took some time to clear, and even then, it only cleared because Leviathan had folded the fins up again. When we could see Leviathan again, he had collapsed into a sitting position, one overlong arm draped over his legs, chin resting on one shoulder, completely at ease.

Above him, the Simurgh slowly folded her wings closed, like a reversal of a flower blossoming.

Doctor Mother turned to face us.

Wha- The- she stuttered.

Contessa, holding an umbrella to keep the both of them dry, set an arm on the Doctors shoulder. The Doctor fell silent, stopping only to look at Leviathan, then turned back to Tattletale.

Tattletale managed a grin. Id say theres a silver lining in all this, but that phrase has sort of lost its cachet over the last decade or so.

She gestured in the vague direction of the Simurgh before hugging her arms against her body. Hes probably stronger, which helps if hes going up against Scion, right?

I think, Doctor Mother said. She paused very deliberately. It would be very wise to keep the Endbringers separated from here on out.

We might have to fight them, before or after we take on Scion, King of Swords, leader of one division of the Suits voiced the concerns that everyone was harboring.

Lung was the next one to speak. What did she do?

Upgraded Leviathan, Tattletale said. Attuned some device to the right frequency or setting, then tapped into his core without doing too much harm to Leviathan. Fed things into there. Knowledge, data, nanotechnology.

Defiants head turned, as if Tattletale had said something.

Yeah, Tattletale said. Nanotech. Why do you think the fins were turning water to mist?

My tech? Defiant asked.

Among one or two other advancements. If the density rules are in effect, Id bet those fins are just as hard to cut through as Leviathans arm or torso. Disintegration effect, maybe something else.

Mecha-Leviathan? Imp murmured.

Thats not- it doesnt fit with what we know of them, Defiant said.

Tattletale spread her arms, a massive, exaggerated who knows? gesture.

Its the fucking Simurgh, Rachel said.

I hope you can understand why were distressed with you, the Doctor said.

Fuck you, Tattletale retorted. Cope.

I put my hand on her shoulder. She didnt relent, nor did she release any of her tension.

You wiped out two defending forces, the Doctor said. We lost the Yngbns support when you took out their infiltration squads, and the Elite are wiped out.

I squeezed Tattletales shoulder. She gave me an annoyed look, but she backed away.

I took in a deep breath. I could see the Doctor fold her arms. Like a mother or schoolteacher awaiting an apology from the recalcitrant student.

Fuck you, I said.

You dont want us for enemies, the Doctor said.

We have the fucking Simu- Imp started. Tattletale elbowed her.

The Yngbn were doing more harm than good, I said.

They were limiting their strikes to civilians. Not something I agree with, but with Earth, with every Earth on the line, Id forego two or three thousand lives for the help of over two hundred of the C.U.I.s trained parahumans.

Theyd given up, Tattletale said. They were taking territory to run and hide.

Contessa would have changed their minds.

Tattletale shrugged. Dont blame us for not taking your plans into account, when you dont share your plans with anyone.

This is common sense. No matter. The Elite, though?

They were attacking civilians.

They were nonviolent. Refugees in the vicinity of the portal were evacuated. The Elite then made contact with possible settlers who they thought would be interested in paying a premium for good shelter, for resources and supplies. If not paying with cash, then paying with skills. Doctors, talented artists, scholars it was one of our best bets for re-establishing a hub of development across all of the Earths.

They broke the truce, Tattletale said.

Again, they were an asset. They were cooperating. The truce hardly stands in this dark hour.

They broke the truce, I echoed Tattletale. The code has been there since the beginning. If a bigger threat shows up, we band together. We dont distract each other with attacks or murder attempts, we dont take advantage of the situation to fuck with civilians. The truce is there for a reason, and it has weight because everyone knows that they cant handle the trouble that gets express-delivered to their doorsteps when theyve defied it.

Siding with Endbringers could be seen as a violation, Queen of Wands said. I seem to recall you participated in an effort to drive out a gang that had escalated too much, too violently, too fast.

Her eyes fell on Lung.

Were they serious?

Dont be fucking stupid, Faultline said. If you start going after the Undersiders and Guild for trying to amass enough firepower to take down Scion, then nobodys going to be able to put up a fight.

Hey, Tattletale said. Faultline, sticking up for me? This is a first.

So you agree with this? Using the Endbringers? one of the Thanda asked.

Tattletale grinned. Agree? It was her idea.

Faultline whipped her head around. No. No it wasnt.

Talking to the monsters. Well, you said talk to Scion, but this is close. You can have partial credit.

Ill have no such thing. I dont disagree with this, but I wont condone it either. This is the Undersiders plan, they can reap the consequences if it goes wrong.

Tattletale smiled, but it wasnt quite a grin. Confident, calm. I doubted anyone but the perception thinkers on the other side could see, but Tattletale was clenching her jaw in an effort to keep her teeth from chattering.

I felt just a little warmer, owing to my hood. I spoke so Tattletale wouldnt have to try and risk an ill-timed chattering of teeth. Thats fair. Well deal with the consequences, be it a stab in the back from the Endbringers or punishment that follows from any real issues that follow from this. But we will keep going after anyone who violates the truce.

Rachel stepped forward, her arm pressing against my shoulder and side, as if she was bolstering me with physical presence. Through the bugs Id planted on him, I could sense Lung folding his arms.

You will not be taking charge of all of the Endbringers, the Doctor said. Teacher emerged with a small force at his disposal. He defeated the Protectorate squads that were deployed at one empty location

The place Khonsu or Tohu were supposed to appear, Tattletale said.

Quite. It was Khonsu. The Endbringer has imprinted on Teachers group, and he has offered to sell that squad, along with the Endbringer, to a sufficiently wealthy buyer. We agreed, if only to keep this from becoming a monopoly on Endbringers.

Tattletale smiled a little, but didnt talk.

How good of you, Defiant said.

We strongly advise you leave Tohu for another party to claim, the Doctor said. Focus on the three you have.

Defiant glanced at Tattletale and I. I looked at Tattletale, reading her expression, before coming to a conclusion. Thats fine.

Then were one step closer to a resolution, the Doctor said. Much better than the alternative.

Veiled threats, now? Just how badly had we fucked her plans?

This is more firepower than we expected to have at this juncture, the Doctor said. But not enough by itself. Without sufficient distraction, Scion will treat the Endbringers as he treated Behemoth. Well step forward and unveil our own plan B and plan C at the time of battle.

Armies, Tattletale said. You were collecting people for a reason, and you didnt release every Case Fifty-three you made.

Essentially, the Doctor said.

Five groups, I said, and my eyes fell on Dinah, who was standing beside Faultline. We should split up so we can respond the instant Scion appears. We make sure every group has some way to maybe occupy him or pin him down, and we move to reinforce.

Dinah, standing beside Faultline, nodded slowly.

Four Endbringers, and then Dragon and Teacher to comprise the final group, the Doctor said. If Tohu arrives, she can reinforce the weakest group. Quite possibly Bohu.

Yes, Defiant said. He was clutching his spear so tight I thought it would break. He looked to Miss Militia for clarification.

Ill run it by Chevalier, she said, But I dont see a problem with this.

There were heads nodding.

Not enough. We dont have enough people here. Theres groups missing. People still hiding. People like the Yngbn who are fighting us instead of helping.

I was all too aware of the Simurgh and Leviathan at the corner of my peripheral vision, of Lung and Shadow Stalker, who I could sense with my swarm.

Too many people ready to stab us in the back.

I would recommend, the Doctor said, speaking slowly, That you take your time to visit loved ones, say goodbyes and make your peace. I dont think there will be another fight after this.