![]() The Protectorate logo marked the back of the panel. Chevalier had laid his cannonblade across the curved railing, and the elaborate, heavily embellished weapon served to help frame the group. They’d managed our bank accounts, just like they’d controlled virtually everything else from the shadows.Ĭhevalier was here, alongside Revel, Exalt, Golem and various team leaders from the Protectorate and Wards programs. Our god damned accountant, from our supervillain days, a major player in Cauldron. Contessa and the man Tattletale had identified as the Number Man stood with her. Doctor Mother stood behind their desk as Tattletale stood behind ours. It was the equivalent of drumming my fingers or pacing, if somewhat more mental than physical.Ĭauldron was present. I settled for channeling it into my swarm, having them crawl in a slow rotation over me, flowing over and around one another. I couldn’t keep that sense of outrage over this trivial thing contained. If I was a little unhinged right this moment, then I needed to be calm, logical. I managed to make myself stay still, instead. To yell at them and call them all imbeciles, because they were busy trying to protect their identities and be secretive when that was the lowest priority right now. I was surprised at how much it bothered me, at the vehemence of the emotion, the impulse to act, to react. Every face was shrouded in shadow, the groups lit only by the glowing panels behind them. I took a deep breath, then looked over the rest of the room. The logo was the name of the team, drawn out like a gang tag. He was making himself larger, moving the tendrils more. Grue’s presence made for a dramatic effect, tendrils of his darkness coiling around the base of the panel. The others were present, Parian and Foil included. She took her place at the center of the desk. Tattletale had already laid out handheld devices, a phone and several documents. The booth was framed by a railing, same as before, but there was a crescent-shaped desk on our side of the railing. We settled into a similar formation as we joined the others. ![]() We entered the booth as a group, Tattletale leading the way, with Rachel falling into step beside me. Bastard sat beside her, and his eyes reflected the same light. With stray dog hairs sticking to every article of clothing, each individual hair and strand of fur seemed to glow luminescent. Her hair was a little out of sorts, and she wore her jacket with the heavy fur collar. Rachel stood at the corner at the end of the hallway, her back against the panel. Each had a symbol on it, now, representing the teams. Thirteen panels, glowing lightly to light the individual groups from behind. More people, and just about everyone was showing up in force. The setup was the same, but there were undeniable changes.
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