Well, wed gone up against Dragon, the Wards and the Protectorate at the same time, and our pains had earned us our hostage. I was worried the next part would be harder.

Trickster started fishing through the pockets of the Directors suit-jacket.

Looking for this? Imp held up the Directors phone.

Yeah, Trickster replied. He took the phone. Theres a chance its not scrambled.

Bad idea, I said. If-

I stopped when Grue reached over and blanketed the Directors head in darkness.

Dont need her listening in if were talking strategy, Grue explained. Go on.

If Dragons listening in on the call, and it sounded like she was, we might accidentally divulge some crucial info. Or we could be alerting those suits to our location. Or the location of whoever youre calling. I finished.

Might be. Trickster replied, But its handy to be able to contact others, and that might be worth the chance that wed have to run again.

Maybe.

Trickster went on, We could call Tattletale right now, hop in the truck Imp brought and have her meet us somewhere secluded, or we could split up, with one or more people going ahead to pass word on to her, then wait for her to meet us, wasting a hell of a lot of time in the process. Keep in mind the suits are still disabled.

Theres still the Protectorate and the Wards, Grue said.

The only ones capable of moving that fast are Assault and maybe Chariot, I said.

Were short enough on time, and we need to know what happened to our other teammates, Trickster said.

Its not a good idea. Grue folded his arms.

Im making the call anyways. We cant afford to wait.

Grue stood there, literally fuming as the darkness roiled around him. After a few long seconds, his pose relaxed and he held his hand out, Then let me talk to her. We have a password system. The rest of you, keep an eye on her, and dont forget to watch out for incoming threats.

Good man. The two of us will be over there, Trickster said, pointing to one area where sand and debris had been bulldozed into a small hill. Need to talk with Dancer for a second. Shout if you need a hand.

I nodded. Grue, Trickster and Sundancer all stepped away, leaving Regent, Shatterbird, Imp and I to watch over our hostage.

A minute passed, and she shifted position, her head leaving Grues darkness.

Back up, Regent warned.

I have bad knees, the Director said. I will if you make me, but its painful. I suppose that could be a way of easing into torture, if thats your style.

Sounds like a plan, Regent said, uncharacteristically cheery.

No, I told him. To her, I said, Sit however you want. Well cover you again if we start talking work.

She gave me a curt nod.

Maybe we should get her to command the suits? Regent asked.

Wont work, the Director replied.

Whys that? Regent asked.

I can send them in, I can tell them where to go or when to stand by, but they do what theyre programmed to, and theyre programmed to avoid attacking civilians and local heroes.

That didnt stop the foam-spraying- Regent started.

The Cawthorne model, the Director interrupted.

Sure. That didnt stop the Cawthorne thing from shooting Trickster when he had Kid Win hostage.

I expect Dragon accounted for the fact that you might take hostages and use the nonlethality restrictions of the A.I. against it. She would have given the machines tools or strategies to work around it.

And youre just volunteering this information? I asked.

I said it earlier, I think, but youre not a stupid girl, Skitter. Reckless, shortsighted, capricious, violent, even vicious but not stupid. Im hoping you have the sense to realize how dangerous your current position is. There will be more mechanical suits coming. There will be heroes coming to Brockton Bay to assist us. You cant afford to hold this city, and we cant afford to let you. Not in the grand scheme of things.

She likes to jabber, Imp said. Should we gag her? Or make her stick her head back in the dark?

Might be better, Regent answered, looking down at the Director.

Need a cloth. I could pull off a sock, jam in her mouth, maybe we tie it in there with Skitters silk. My feet are sweating like crazy in these boots, so itd be really gross.

No, I said. Were not going to humiliate her. We get the information we need from her, see if we cant use her as a hostage to leverage for peace. Thats all.

The Director shook her head.

What?

Extorting for peace when you started the war.

When are you saying we started the war? When the ABB came after us and we fought back? When we ambushed the fundraiser to embarrass you? When we fought Leviathan and the Slaughterhouse Nine and then picked up the pieces ourselves, clearing our territories of the low-level threats while leaving the civilians more or less alone?

Except for Bitch.

We adjusted Bitchs territory so she wouldnt have as much cause to harass the locals, not so long ago.

I suppose thats a consolation to the people she injured.

Im not saying were perfect. We arent. But were doing something.

So are we.

Youre not doing enough.

And when you subtract the blood youve spilled and the pain youve caused, have you really done that much more, Skitter? Thats oversimplifying, obviously. Right and wrong arent a matter of adding the good deeds and subtracting the bad.

Im bad at math anyways, Regent said.

The Director ignored him, her eyes on me. I presume youve been paying for the supplies and materials youve been importing to your territory with your own money? Youve been paying your people, I know.

Yeah.

How much damage was done in the course of earning that money? I see the repercussions you dont. Things pass my desk: hospital bills, property damage, psychiatrists notes. People lose their jobs, lose precious belongings. Parents are woken in the middle of the night because their children are seriously injured. I see the details from detectives in narcotics who track the drug trade-

I-

She interrupted me before I could protest. I know you dont sell drugs, Skitter. But youre interacting with people who do. If you buy a favor from someone who does, the Merchants, Coil, the Chosen, then youre indirectly supporting that trade. Just like youre supporting any number of evils every time you help a fellow villain. Ive talked to homicide detectives who have dealt with the bodies in the wake of your shenanigans.

We dont kill.

People die when you start feuds. Bakuda was injured by you in one altercation, and she attacked the city over the course of several days. Do you know how many people were harmed, then? Because you set her off? I could show you photos. People with flesh melted off, frozen, burned, turned to glass. When I dont see these things in person, I see them on my desk, in high-definition glossy photos. I could arrange for you to see the photos if you dont believe me, or if you want to see the damage youve done for yourself.

No. I dont need to see them.

She looked up at me, one eye half closed, both eyes bloodshot. Why is that, Skitter? Are you afraid facing that reality would shatter this nice little delusion youre living under?

Im not to blame for whatever crimes Bakuda committed.

You played a role.

Anything she did is on her head, just like anything the Nine did is on them.

Where do you draw the line? When do you start taking responsibility? Or will you explain away every evil youve done and count only the actions you want?

I could have protested, argued that I did take the blame for some things, I did blame myself for Dinah, for not seeing the bigger picture, for acting when Id known Coil needed a distraction for something bigger.

Hey, Regent said.

I turned to face him.

This is going nowhere. Lets wait until Tattletale can talk to her.

Right, I said. Not only had it been going nowhere, but shed 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. Id failed to budge her and shed provoked a response from me.

The Director didnt open her mouth again, apparently satisfied.

Grue returned with Trickster and Sundancer following behind him. Imp, wheres the truck you used to get here?

You passed it as you came here.

Well 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 well ditch it asap.

We nodded. I had only the one good arm, my other shoulder still tender, so I walked around to the Directors left side to grab her under the shoulder and help haul her to her feet.

I was surprised that she cooperated. If shed delayed us by forcing us to carry her, she might have bought time for reinforcements to arrive. If wed 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 didnt. I just wasnt sure what.

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 couldnt fix it with the cuffs on, and the effects of the capsaicin hadnt entirely worn off; her eyes were puffy, her face red.

But when she looked at Tattletale, the smallest smile touched her lips.

Whats 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 cant betray vital information?

I trust youll get it anyways, the Director replied.

First things first, Grue said, Are we bugged?

The truck is. But well 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.

Theyll know the truck stopped here, the Director said.

I know. Were going to go for a walk, Tattletale said. Up for that?

I dont 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 wasnt sure we could get her off the ground without uncuffing her if she did slip.

I didnt 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 shed 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 wasnt entirely wrong.

You have our teammates in custody? Tattletale asked.

The Director didnt respond.

Thats a no. Which means theyre either injured or dead and you arent aware, or theyre holed up and cant 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.

Shes gone, Tattletale said, for the benefit of the rest of us. Another task. Wouldnt 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. Youll 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 wouldnt 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 cant afford to loosen your hold on Shatterbird, so no, I dont think youll try to take control of me.

And you believe that, Tattletale said. Enough that youre confident. You arent worried here, even when youve 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?

Thats the second time shes brought that up, I said.

Because shes 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, Im almost certain you wouldnt torture me and you arent 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 dont 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 werent around. But the others wont let you. Theres 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.

Im 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. Shes trying to derail our interrogation. She knows we wont get violent with her to get the details we need, but Ill be able to get the answers out of her with a bit of time to ask and apply my power. Knowing this, shes 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? Ill explain before too long.

Knowing is half the battle, the Director said. Only half. Being aware of what Im doing doesnt stop me. Ive 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? Sarah?

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.

Ive 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.

Youre glad we took you hostage.

Piggot smiled. It wasnt pretty.

Balls 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 nights out.

You have a card up your sleeve, leverage.

In a way. Im 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 Im sleeping. If I dont get the dialysis, I expect Ill go downhill very quickly. My bodys already in rough shape, and Ive overworked myself these past few weeks. I wouldnt die that quickly, but you wouldnt get any use out of me, either. So we get to enjoy each others 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 Dragons 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 Tattletales face, smiled. Yes, I visited them in person.

Tattletales eyes narrowed. I could turn the tables on you, pick you apart.

Please do. Waste time. You wont 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 Im ugly, I know Im fat. Theres nothing you could say to me that I havent 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. Im lowly, a mere mortal compared to you. I admit it, I admit Im weaker, slower, my options are pretty limited in a fight. But Im tenacious. Im 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, Id 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. Im fat, frail, scarred, and I have old wounds that Ill never recover from. But because of that, because I could die in a matter of hours if you dont let me seek treatment, youre either going to have to compromise with your personal code or youre going to have to let me walk away and find another way to beat Dragon.

This isnt working.

Trickster, watch her, I said. Sundancer, you and the medic watch Trickster and the Director. Rest of you with me. Well 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 wasnt smiling, and she wasnt venturing to comment.

Whatre you thinking? I asked.

This isnt working, obviously.

We could take her to her house, give her the treatment she needs, Grue said.

Thats what she wants. Theres a trap there. Either shes 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 shes trained in resisting mental and emotional attacks.

I wouldnt have thought, I commented.

Tattletale shook her head, Lets figure its 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 havent revoked her access and powers by now, they will have by the time Regents finished with her. So how do we use her?

Were running out of time, Grue said. Its maybe two or three in the afternoon. That gives us maybe twenty hours to get this done by Coils 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 dont like that, Grue said. On a lot of levels.

Sure, sure. But its the most obvious choice.

Not an option as far as Im concerned, I replied. I wont 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 dont we torture her? Shes been begging for it, practically.

I stared at him.

Torture doesnt work, Grue said.

Without getting into too much detail, Id say it does. Sometimes, Regent replied.

Not with someone like her, Tattletale said, sighing. Even if she didnt have a background in that sort of thing, her personality if anything I think shed be glad we did it. Not while we were doing it, but itd validate her view of the world.

Which is? Grue asked.

That were 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, shes not all that wrong, Tattletale replied, shrugging.

Hm?

We are. But even people without powers are walking issues. Thats no big surprise. Having powers just makes it all more noticeable. Piggots suffering from some tunnel vision, is all. Happens with any bigot. Anyways, my point was, if we torture her, were 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.

Wed be showing our hand, maybe cluing her in to our connection with Coil, and it would still take time we dont have, Grue answered. Nothing saying wed get enough in the way of answers to be worth the time spent.

I dont see what was wrong with my suggestion, Imp said.

Which was?

Imp pulled off her boot and then peeled off a knee-high sock, wiggled 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 Im going to get the detail we need in any reasonable length of time, Tattletale said.

Shes not answering anyways, right? Get what you need from her body language.

Tattletale frowned. Yeah. Youre right. But its going to take time.

And were 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 didnt-

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. Its 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.

Times our most valuable resource here, Grue said.

I spoke up, I dont 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 Directors 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.

Ill be careful, Tattletale assured me.

Lets 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 Im thinking we should split up into two teams I said. Strike while the other three suits are shut down and waiting for Dragons attention. If we can rescue our teammates, well be half-again as strong.

We dont have the firepower to fight those things, Trickster said.

We have lots of firepower, I replied. Problem is they have a lot more. So pick your fights, strike at the right time and hit hard. Play dirty, dont give them a chance if you can help it. Grue, you should go with Sundancer and Trickster, so weve got even numbers on both sides.

You sure?

Your power works well with Sundancer, keeps the enemy unaware until she can get that miniature sun close, and you can keep them off the machines radar, thermals or whatever. Hopefully.

And you?

My bugs will give us early warning if a suits nearby, and they might alert me if theres radar or anything subsonic. If Regent and Imp come with me, well have some firepower from Shatterbird.

Okay.

My team will go see if we can find Bitch, rescue her from whatever they sent after her. You guys do what you can to rescue Ballistic, then hunker down. If you succeed, stay put, wait for us. If we dont arrive before dark, assume we lost, mount a rescue. If you arent there, well assume the same.

Sounds good, Grue said.

Either way, well figure out where were going from there.

The Director raised her head, staring up at the sky.

You have something you want to say? Tattletale asked.

The Director shrugged.

Tattletale removed the gag. What?

Im looking forward to this.

Which part? Tattletale asked. The interrogation? The rescue mission?

The fight. Seven suits in this city right now. The Melusine-six, Cawthorne M.K. Three, the Glaurung Zero, the Ladon-two, the Astaroth-Nidhug, the Pythios-two. Thats six ships right there, that Dragon explained were old models. Previous versions of her suits that were cannibalized for parts, abandoned after taking severe damage and recently repaired or simply outdated.

And the seventh?

The Azazel. Note that theres no version number. Its a fresh design, crafted to go up against the Nine and put up a serious fight. The first truly original suit shes made in four years, and I assure you that Dragon has advanced her skills in that timeframe. If that isnt enough of a pedigree, the Azazel was created by Dragon working in tandem with her new partner, a fellow tinker.

Armsmaster.

She saw the reaction from us, smiled a little.

Yes. A new partner. It was his suggestion that we park the suits here when they arent needed. And even though I know hes a new cape, nobody youd know, certainly nobody whod have a grudge, she smirked a little, I think its a safe bet to say he had you in mind when he was building it.

Tattletale jammed the sock into Piggots mouth and turned to us. Which ones did you fight?

Foam sprayer, drone deployer, forcefield generator and a wheel-dragon with electricity and some electromagnet, I said.

Cawthorne, Glaurung, Ladon, Pythios, Id guess, with only the names and what little Ive seen of Dragon to go by. That leaves the Astaroth-Nidhug, Melusine and the Azazel. One went after Ballistic, another after Genesis, and a third went after Bitch.

Meaning that with the way were splitting up and taking on whatever machines attacked our missing teammates, each of our groups has a one-in-three chance of going up against this Azazel, I concluded.

Better cross your fingers, Tattletale suggested.