by John McCrae
“Hey,” Regent said.
I turned to face him.
“This is going nowhere. Let’s wait until Tattletale can talk to her.”
“Right,” I said. Not only had it been going nowhere, but she’d had had the upper hand, so to speak. Not necessarily in the strength or validity of her arguments, but in the psychological and emotional sense. I’d failed to budge her and she’d provoked a response from me.
The Director didn’t open her mouth again, apparently satisfied.
Grue returned with Trickster and Sundancer following behind him. ”Imp, where’s the truck you used to get here?”
“You passed it as you came here.”
“We’ll have to be careful,” Grue said, ”Anything from the Protectorate, her included, may be bugged. No talking about anything sensitive on our way back, and we’ll ditch it asap.”
We nodded. I had only the one good arm, my other shoulder still tender, so I walked around to the Director’s left side to grab her under the shoulder and help haul her to her feet.
I was surprised that she cooperated. If she’d delayed us by forcing us to carry her, she might have bought time for reinforcements to arrive. If we’d forced the issue with violence, it would have reinforced her argument.
In her shoes, I might have done it, just to apply that stress to my enemy. It said something that she didn’t. I just wasn’t sure what.
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We emerged from the truck at the rear of a liquor store. Tattletale stood in the open doorway of the loading area with Brooks and Minor beside her.
We hauled the Director out of the back of the truck. Grue had covered her in darkness to keep her unawares, and she looked more than a little disoriented. Her hair was in disarray and she couldn’t fix it with the cuffs on, and the effects of the capsaicin hadn’t entirely worn off; her eyes were puffy, her face red.
But when she looked at Tattletale, the smallest smile touched her lips.
“What’s this, Piggot?” Tattletale asked, hopping down from the ledge to the parking lot. “Looking forward to a duel of wits?”
Director Piggot shook her head, still smiling.
“Staying mum? Lips sealed, so you can’t betray vital information?”
“I trust you’ll get it anyways,” the Director replied.
“First things first,” Grue said, “Are we bugged?”
“The truck is. But we’ll have my guy drive it a ways and then leave it somewhere.” Tattletale jerked a thumb towards Minor, and he marched over to the truck, catching the keys as Grue tossed them.
“They’ll know the truck stopped here,” the Director said.
“I know. We’re going to go for a walk,” Tattletale said. ”Up for that?”
“I don’t think I have a choice, do I?”
“Nope.”
We headed down a back alley. I saw the Director struggling to keep her feet under her, her pumps sloshing in shallow water. She stumbled once, and I put a hand out to steady her. I was more likely to be crushed beneath her than to catch her if she fell, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure we could get her off the ground without uncuffing her if she did slip.
I didn’t like her. Maybe that was an obvious conclusion for me to come to, but she reminded me of my high school principal in some ways: she was the authority figure, the person who embodied an institution I had no respect for. On a more concrete level, she was indirectly or directly responsible for Armsmaster, for Sophia and the other bullies getting away with what they did.
Even on a basic, abstract level, she reminded me of Emma in how quickly and easily she’d gone for the throat in trying to cut me down and provoke a reaction from me. Again, much like Emma, it was all the more nettling because she wasn’t entirely wrong.
“You have our teammates in custody?” Tattletale asked.
The Director didn’t respond.
“That’s a no. Which means they’re either injured or dead and you aren’t aware, or they’re holed up and can’t leave their territory because of the suits that are sitting there.”
“Perhaps.” Even with the unsteady footing, the Director was focusing more on Tattletale than where she was going, studying her. But I knew that if I could see that much, Tattletale would as well.
“Is Dragon in town?”
“Last I saw,” the Director replied, hedging.
“She’s gone,” Tattletale said, for the benefit of the rest of us. ”Another task. Wouldn’t be an Endbringer. Not yet. The Nine.”
“Yes.”
“Want to give up the information now, spare me the hassle of twenty questions?”
“My delaying you means the other models have a chance to find and arrest your teammates. You’ll have to ask.”
“We have other tools at our disposal,” Tattletale glanced at Regent.
“And I know Regent takes anywhere from fifteen minutes to two and a half hours to take control.”
“After which point you wouldn’t ever be able to work in this town again.”
“Taking the same approach you did with Shadow Stalker?” The Director asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, like Shadow Stalker,” Tattletale replied.
“We have records from when Regent worked for Heartbreaker, under his previous name, Hijack. Interviews with people Regent controlled.”
“Good for you,” Regent replied.
“I know his power gets weaker as you spread it thin, control slips. You can’t afford to loosen your hold on Shatterbird, so no, I don’t think you’ll try to take control of me.”
“And you believe that,” Tattletale said. ”Enough that you’re confident. You aren’t worried here, even when you’ve been taken hostage.”
“Which leaves you the options of playing twenty questions to get all the information you need, or you can try something more dire. Torture?”
“That’s the second time she’s brought that up,” I said.
“Because she’s trying to get a sense of us,” Tattletale said. ”She wants to see our reactions and body language as the subject comes up.”
“Yes,” the Director said. ”Based on that much, I’m almost certain you wouldn’t torture me and you aren’t the type to kill unless absolutely backed against the wall. Which means I can be home before midnight.”
“A little optimistic,” Trickster growled the words.
“I don’t think so,” Director Piggot replied, turning to level a glare at him. She looked almost feral, even as her voice was controlled. “See, I know you might try to kill me if these others weren’t around. But the others won’t let you. There’s Regent too: little to no compunctions, as we saw with Shadow Stalker.”
Her eye darted to Tattletale, then to Grue, and finally to me.
“Do they know the full story?” the Director asked.
“No,” Tattletale replied. She sighed a little.
“Tell us what?” I asked.
“I’m interested, too,” Grue added.
The Director only smiled.
“Do you trust me?” Lisa asked.
“Pretty much,” I replied. ”A little bit less right now than I did a minute ago.”
“Fair. She’s trying to derail our interrogation. She knows we won’t get violent with her to get the details we need, but I’ll be able to get the answers out of her with a bit of time to ask and apply my power. Knowing this, she’s trying to fuck with us, set us against each other, and delay us.”
I nodded slowly, glancing between Tattletale and Director Piggot.
Tattletale shrugged, “If you trust me, can you agree to drop the subject? I’ll explain before too long.”
“Knowing is half the battle,” the Director said. ”Only half. Being aware of what I’m doing doesn’t stop me. I’ve learned a lot since you took me hostage, and I already knew some things from research, observation, paperwork and background checks. I have a read on your personalities and how you operate, and I know some background details. How is your brother, Tattletale? Sar
ah?”
Sarah?
I glanced at Tattletale, saw a flicker of emotion cross her face before she smirked, wagged a finger at the Director and spoke with a touch too much cheer, ”Low blow.”
“I’ve been looking forward to having a conversation with you for some time, playing it out in my head. I paid out of my own pocket for information so I can beat you at your own game. You would have done well to erase the trail leading back home, Sarah. But then, that would have required thinking about it, maybe even going back.”
“You’re glad we took you hostage.”
Piggot smiled. It wasn’t pretty.
“Ball’s still in our court,” Tattletale said.
“But you have a time limit. Like I said, I expect to be home and in my bed before the night’s out.”
“You have a card up your sleeve, leverage.”
“In a way. I’m dying.”
Our group had been walking across a street, and we all stopped to look at her.
“You need constant medical care?” Tattletale said.
“I have a setup at home. Hemodialysis. I hook myself up to it every night, flush my blood of excess water and pollutants over the course of eight hours while I’m sleeping. If I don’t get the dialysis, I expect I’ll go downhill very quickly. My body’s already in rough shape, and I’ve overworked myself these past few weeks. I wouldn’t die that quickly, but you wouldn’t get any use out of me, either. So we get to enjoy each other’s company for about five or six hours. Then you decide whether you let me go home or whether you let me die.”
“And in the meantime, you intend to stall.”
“To the best of my ability,” the Director said.
“What suit did they send against Bitch? Hellhound?”
“Did you know your parents are still looking for you? They never stopped.”
Tattletale pursed her lips. ”A model Dragon’s used before?”
“You should have seen the looks on their faces when I told them you were alive and well,” Piggot said. She measured the look on Tattletale’s face, smiled. ”Yes, I visited them in person.”
Tattletale’s eyes narrowed. ”I could turn the tables on you, pick you apart.”
“Please do. Waste time. You won’t accomplish much. Look at me. You know as well as I do that I wear my shame and disappointment on the outside, for the world to see. I had the muscles of my legs torn apart years ago on the job, lost the ability to keep up exercise, coupled with hours behind a desk, hours of the dialysis and recovery from surgeries, no time to take care of myself with work. I know I’m ugly, I know I’m fat. There’s nothing you could say to me that I haven’t said to myself a hundred times over.”
“You sound almost proud,” Trickster said, a hint of disgust in his voice.
“I have no powers, Trickster. I’m lowly, a mere mortal compared to you. I admit it, I admit I’m weaker, slower, my options are pretty limited in a fight. But I’m tenacious. I’m shameless, if I have to be, because I refuse to lose to you.” Her voice bordered on a growl as she uttered the word ‘refuse’.
This was the director of the PRT? Hearing her speak, I’d almost thought she was like Coil, at first. Cultured, proud, arrogant. Now that she was showing her true colors, it was almost the opposite. And strangely, it was equally problematic.
A fleck of spit flew from her lips as she continued her rant, “And I find it pretty fucking poetic that I have the upper hand because of the very things that you capes look down on us for. I’m fat, frail, scarred, and I have old wounds that I’ll never recover from. But because of that, because I could die in a matter of hours if you don’t let me seek treatment, you’re either going to have to compromise with your personal code or you’re going to have to let me walk away and find another way to beat Dragon.”
This isn’t working.
“Trickster, watch her,” I said. ”Sundancer, you and the medic watch Trickster and the Director. Rest of you with me. We’ll talk over there.”
We retreated from the woman.
Regent ran his fingers through his hair. Tattletale had her arms folded as she leaned against a wall, staring at the ground. She wasn’t smiling, and she wasn’t venturing to comment.
“What’re you thinking?” I asked.
“This isn’t working, obviously.”
“We could take her to her house, give her the treatment she needs,” Grue said.
“That’s what she wants. There’s a trap there. Either she’s got some measures in place at home, guns hidden where she can get at them or some kind of safe room, or the PRT is already there, waiting to ambush us.”
“I could control her,” Regent said. ”Send Shatterbird back, lock her up, get control.”
“Which would take time, again,” Tattletale said. ”The benefits would be negligible, and it would take longer than you think, because she’s trained in resisting mental and emotional attacks.”
“I wouldn’t have thought,” I commented.
Tattletale shook her head, “Let’s figure it’s half an hour for Shatterbird to get snug in her cage. Two or three hours to get control of her… and for what? They have an idea we captured her. If they haven’t revoked her access and powers by now, they will have by the time Regent’s finished with her. So how do we use her?”
“We’re running out of time,” Grue said. ”It’s maybe two or three in the afternoon. That gives us maybe twenty hours to get this done by Coil’s schedule. Brainstorm. More ideas, come on.”
“We could abandon the job. Say fuck you to Coil, let his grand plan fall apart,” Regent said. ”Get Bitch and leave town.”
“I don’t like that,” Grue said. ”On a lot of levels.”
“Sure, sure. But it’s the most obvious choice.”
“Not an option as far as I’m concerned,” I replied. ”I won’t blame you guys if you want to do that, but I gotta do this, finish the job or fail trying.”
“Okay, I sort of expected you to say that. Um, hear me out on this before jumping down my throat, but why don’t we torture her? She’s been begging for it, practically.”
I stared at him.
“Torture doesn’t work,” Grue said.
“Without getting into too much detail, I’d say it does. Sometimes,” Regent replied.
“Not with someone like her,” Tattletale said, sighing. ”Even if she didn’t have a background in that sort of thing, her personality… if anything I think she’d be glad we did it. Not while we were doing it, but it’d validate her view of the world.”
“Which is?” Grue asked.
“That we’re monsters. In her eyes, our trigger events highlight a moment at the worst point of our lives and our powers make it so we can never put that behind us. Good guy or bad, she sees us as walking personifications of whatever issues drove us to get our powers in the first place, inflicting some shadow or abstract representation of those traumas on others with our powers.”
“How can someone educated and professional like her think that way?” Grue asked.
“For one thing, she’s not all that wrong,” Tattletale replied, shrugging.
“Hm?”
“We are. But even people without powers are walking issues. That’s no big surprise. Having powers just… makes it all more noticeable. Piggot’s suffering from some tunnel vision, is all. Happens with any bigot. Anyways, my point was, if we torture her, we’re only reinforcing her worldview. It would almost negate any psychological stress we put her under. No, torture is out for a few reasons.”
“What if we give her treatment?” I asked. ”Not at her house. Off-site.”
“We’d be showing our hand, maybe cluing her in to our connection with Coil, and it would still take time we don’t have,” Grue answered. “Nothing saying we’d get enough in the way of answers to be worth the time spent.”
“I don’t see what was wrong with my suggestion,” Imp said.
“Which was?”
Imp pulled off her boot and then peeled off a knee-high sock, wi
ggled her toes before jamming her bare foot back in the boot. She stretched out the sock, “Gag the fatty.”
“I need her to answer if I’m going to get the detail we need in any reasonable length of time,” Tattletale said.
“She’s not answering anyways, right? Get what you need from her body language.”
Tattletale frowned. ”Yeah. You’re right. But it’s going to take time.”
“And we’re operating in the dark until then,” Grue said.
“We did okay with the last fight,” Imp said.
“Barely,” I cut in, at the same moment Grue said, “We didn’t-”
“We walked away,” Imp clarified.
“Where are you on the other thing, what you were talking to Coil about?” I asked Tattletale.
“Trying to get info. It’s hard with the way communications are down. We sent some soldiers out in trucks, each going down a different major road in the hopes of getting far enough away to get cell service. Then they gotta get back here to bring me what they got.”
“Time’s our most valuable resource here,” Grue said.
I spoke up, “I don’t think we can afford to wait until we hear from your soldiers or the Director.”
“Heading out?”
I nodded, pointing towards the others. We rejoined Trickster, Sundancer and Brooks. Imp shoved her sock in the Director’s mouth and took the silk cord I offered, tying it in place.
“Careful,” I said. ”Trouble with this sort of gag is that if she pukes, she could choke on her own vomit.”
“How do you know these things?” Regent asked.
“I’ll be careful,” Tattletale assured me.
“Let’s plan, then. Tattletale, any idea if the other suits would be active yet? The ones we had Piggot shut down?”
“Not yet, but soon.”
“Then I’m thinking we should split up into two teams” I said. ”Strike while the other three suits are shut down and waiting for Dragon’s attention. If we can rescue our teammates, we’ll be half-again as strong.”
“We don’t have the firepower to fight those things,” Trickster said.