Three days.

Nearly three days and we hadnt managed to kill him.

A new target every thirty minutes, give or take. Ten to twenty minutes for the defending forces to get their shit together. The remainder of that time was our capes trying to hurt him. Chipping away at him.

Sometimes we made headway.

Sometimes he crushed the bulk of the defending forces and then stood still, drawing those rotating columns of altered time to himself. Not covering himself, but allowing the altered time effects to graze the outer edges of his body. Hed heal, regenerating as much as half of the damage wed done.

He hit major cities and small ones. Villages, even, when he needed some elbow room to regenerate. Hed hit a weapons stockpile in Russia, and nuclear weapons had been accelerated in time, the casings wearing down in that odd entropic, eroding effect that accompanied the time accelerations. A nuclear detonation. Heroes were still trying to minimize the damage.

He was teleporting less often than he had at first, and there were a number of heroes who were appearing regularly on the scene. Legend, Alexandria, Eidolon, they were stepping up, though theyd started taking breaks, shifts. Legend would skip one, then participate in the next two. Alexandria would do two on, then two off.

They were tired, weary. Everyone was. How could you rest when he could appear where you were? Six or eight hours of sleep meant hed be changing location twelve to sixteen times, if not more. And at the same time, that fatigue, it made it easier to make mistakes, and he wasnt an opponent that let mistakes slide.

Tecton approached me, setting his hands on my shoulders.

What? I asked.

You need to rest. The others have managed it.

Ive napped.

Sleep. Youre swaying on your feet.

I wanted to protest. My eyes fell on the others, and I could see how affected they were. Scared, tired, helpless. They were arranged around the Chicago headquarters, perpetually in costume, with no idea what to do with themselves. Thirty minutes, and then that intense period of tension, waiting, wondering as it took the media or the PRT time to grasp just where hed gone, to report the information. If we were lucky, we got video footage, and we didnt have to wonder if Khonsu had caught any of the big guns.

In a way, Id grown used to being a little different from my peers, here. I could be blas about things that had them freaking out, confident. I could put myself in the bad guys shoes because Id been one, once.

Except here, I was no different. Three days in, unable to sleep for more than an hour or two at a time, feeling my heart plummet into my stomach every time Khonsu teleported, I was on the same page as the others.

I only ever wanted to do something to help, I said.

I know, Tecton said.

Even at the beginning, even when I was undercover in the Undersiders, I wanted to stop the bad guys. A lot of it was selfish, me wanting to escape, but I still wanted to work for the greater good.

Yeah, Tecton said. He let his gauntlets fall from my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. Our man of iron, his face hidden beneath his helmet. He was standing firm, giving no indication of how affected he was. It let him be strong, or appear to be strong, for our sakes.

And then I decided to be a villain full-time, but my motivations were still sort of good, even if I wasnt. I knew the Undersiders needed help. That there was something wrong with a lot of them, something missing in them. And being a part of all of that, it was a way to help Coil, when I thought his plan was something good.

Youre not a bad person, Taylor.

Im not being good or bad was never a thing for me. Not really. It was all about the actions I was taking and why, instead. I became a warlord and I took care of people. I helped seize the city from Coil and we started implementing changes. Again and again, Ive escalated in terms of the kind of power I wield.

Do you think youre more powerful now? With the Wards? He sounded almost surprised.

I think so. Yeah. Maybe my hands are tied, I cant be as direct or ruthless as I would otherwise be, but I can reach out to the villains and I can reach out to the heroes, and I can affect a kind of change. I have resources. Tools and information I might not otherwise have.

Makes sense, he said, his voice soft. Taylor, you need to sleep. I can hear it in your voice.

I just why is it that I get more powerful over time, and yet I feel more and more helpless?

You ask too much of yourself, Tecton said. You could have all of the power in the world, and youd still feel like you should do more.

If he hits Brockton Bay-

Your father and friends will be okay. Hell, our strike squad that we used against Behemoth was made up of Brockton Bay residents, wasnt it?

If I have to watch people I care about getting hurt while Im helpless to do anything, Ill lose it.

It wouldnt be constructive to lose it, Tecton said. And youre more likely to lose it if youre tired. Go sleep.

I didnt reply. Instead, I trudged off to the quarters that had been set aside for me. Roughly pie-shaped, with the door at the tip, it sat at the edge of the hub. I had a bedroom upstairs, more personal, more of a home, but I didnt want to be that far away. I didnt want to lapse into being Taylor Hebert, even in a moment of rest. Better to keep thinking, keep considering options.

I lay down on the bed, pulling my mask off. I didnt put my glasses on. My vision was blurry, but it didnt do anything to block out all of the individual little lights, some blinking, that studded the interior of my quarters. Laptops, batteries, alarm clock, the charging station with my spare flight pack inside, the television screen, the slat of light that filtered in beneath the door so many little points of light. If I hadnt been so tired, I might have blocked the lights. Using bugs wouldnt work, as theyd wander, but a towel at the base of the door, books propped up against various devices

I sighed and draped my arm over my eyes, my nose in the crook of my elbow.

I spent a long span of time in the twilight of near-sleep, trying not to listen to the murmurs of peoples voices in the main hub. Idly, I wondered how much time was passing. Where was Khonsu attacking now?

A lot of people crossed my mind, too. Enemies, allies. How were they dealing? My dad had fired off emails, asked that I let him know before I joined the fight, and right after I got away safely.

For every cogent thought that crossed my mind, two or three stray thoughts followed. The devastation, scenes burned into my minds eye. People caught and left to die of dehydration in Khonsus fields.

Somewhere in the midst of that, I managed to drift off, the recollections becoming dreams, or something close enough to feel like it was an immediate transition.

My uneasy rest was interrupted by a touch to my shoulder.

My eyes opened, and I could see the vague shape of a woman standing over me.

Mom?

I was awake and alert in an instant, but she was already turning away. Not my mom. Dark haired, but too short. Both of my parents were taller than her.

I only recognized her when I saw the doorway. A rectangle of light, almost glaringly bright, just beside my closet.

Hey, I said, as I hopped up from my bed.

She didnt respond. She was already gone.

But the doorway remained open.

I had to cross the length of my quarters to see the interior. A dark hallway, with only dim lighting cast by tubes recessed into the ceiling. The woman in the suit wasnt on the other side.

I accessed the various storage containers for the bugs I was keeping in the workshop upstairs. Beetles navigated the trap that kept them from flying out, then made contact with various touch panels, opening the cages where the various individual species were kept.

As a mass, they flowed down the stairs and into the hub. The Wards who were at the command center and watching the monitor stood, alarmed, as the mass of bugs made their way across the room to my quarters.

Taylor. It was Tecton speaking, hurrying to the door of my room.

The bugs filtered into my quarters through the space where the walls joined, and beneath the door.

My swarm entered the hallway. No traps. The woman in the suit was standing off to one side. I stood at the threshold, and glanced down at the tracking device that was strapped to my ankle. What the hell would happen if I stepped through?

I supposed Id find out. I stepped through in the same moment Tecton opened the door.

The rectangular portal closed, and I was left staring at a wall. I turned to see the woman in the suit. She was tidy, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail with strands tracing the side of her face, and she held a fedora in one hand. The hat was beaded with moisture. Another excursion shed made before reaching out to me?

I was going to speak, when I noticed another presence. A non-presence. It was a shift of air currents that seemed unprovoked, affecting certain bugs when it should have touched other bugs in front or behind them.

The topographical sense I got from the movements of my bugs suggested a womans form, nude. It wasnt entirely gone when another appeared across the room. The way they moved in sync- not two people. One person, if she could be called a person; a phantom, flowing through the space around me and the woman in the suit.

The woman in the suit extended the hand that didnt hold her hat, directing me to a doorway.

I glanced at the woman, noting how there wasnt a trace of the anxiety or exhaustion that everyone else seemed to show. My swarm checked the path.

There were people I recognized on the other side. I stepped through.

The area was dark, but there was ambient light from a series of panels. Large panels, floor to ceiling, eighteen by five feet, had been erected in a general circle. Two accompanying panels, only two or three feet wide, were set up on either side of each larger panel, to cast light at a slightly different angle. A bar sat at just below waist height, a semicircle, simultaneously a handrest and a way of indicating a boundary the designated parties werent to cross.

A different person or group of people at each station, lit from behind rather than the front. The light from the other stations barely reached them, which meant their features werent well illuminated. Distinct silhouettes, with only a few more reflective materials catching the light.

I ventured up to the panel closest to the door Id entered. Tattletale stood there, and I deigned to stand just behind her and to her left. Grue, I saw, was leaning against the panel itself, his arms folded. Tattletale glanced at me and smiled, and I could just barely make out the white of her teeth.

Asked if theyd pick you up, she murmured.

Thank you, I said. What is this?

Isnt it obvious? she asked.

She turned her attention forward, and then she was taking it in. I didnt want to interrupt her, with the amount of information she was doubtlessly gathering. It was obvious, considering the general presence of those whod gathered, even if I could only recognize a handful.

Opposite us, Chevaliers silhouette was unmistakable. His cannonblade was too distinct. Exalt stood to his left, and a cape I didnt recognize stood to the right. I wondered momentarily if it would count against me that I was standing here. It hadnt been by choice, exactly, but it wouldnt look good that I was with the Undersiders.

Bugs helped me make out Dragon and Defiant at the station to Chevaliers left. Both wore their power armor, but apparently the presence of firepower wasnt a concern, here.

For the most part, that was where my ability to recognize people stopped.

To my left, there was a man in power armor with his face bared. The tattoo across his face reflected a dark blue-green in an odd way, as though he stood beneath a blacklight, flecks of light only the fragments flowed. No, they were traveling a circuit, instead. Faintly blue, the glimmers traveled a circuit that marked the interior of an elaborate, stylized cross, his eyes unlit shadows in the midst of the two horizontal bars.

I could make out a station with a woman, black, accompanied by a massive shadow of a monster with an aurochs skull for a head. The womans head hung, her hair braided or bound into dreads, I couldnt be sure. I moved my bugs closer to check to see if she had any weapons, and her pet shadow reached out to block the swarm. They died so quickly it was almost as though the shadow had killed before it made contact.

I decided to leave her alone.

Further down, hard to make out due to the angle of the panel that framed them, there was a small crowd. A young girl stood at the forefront, and others were gathered around and behind her. My bugs noted twelve people gathered in front of the panel.

Another station had only a woman and a man sitting at a table that had been set out. The man had his hands folded neatly in front of him, and the light from neighboring panels was reflected on the large-frame glasses he wore. The woman leaned forward, elbows on the desk, hands clasped in front of her mouth. Dark skinned, with some kind of pin in her hair. My bugs traced their hips the area least likely to be unclothed, and I noted the presence of ordinary clothing. A button up shirt for him, a knee-length skirt and blouse with accompanying lab coat for her.

Three men in robes that bore a striking resemblance to Phir Ss were arranged to our right.

One moment longer, the woman in the lab coat said.

Quite alright, a man answered her, from the group of twelve. Im really quite excited. Been a rather long time since Ive had a breath of fresh air.

Hush, Marquis, the girl at the front of that particular group spoke, and her voice was a chorus, a number of people speaking in sync, I will not have you speaking out of turn. Our hosts have been gracious to invite us, you will not offend them and besmirch my reputation by association.

My sincere apologies.

Marquis? I had to search for the name for a moment. Then I stopped. That Marquis?

Another panel lit up, and the circle was complete. My bugs found the people gathered in front, allowing me to investigate that crowd, who had silhouettes I couldnt make out in the jumble. A woman with a ponytail and a number of monstrous parahumans behind her Faultline.

The woman in the suit arrived in the room, crossing through the darkness at the center with the steady taps of her shoe heels against the hard floor.

She joined the man with the glasses and dress shirt and the woman with the lab coat. It clicked for me.

Cauldron. I was looking at the people behind Cauldron. I felt a chill, despite myself.

Ms. Alcott declined to join us, the woman in the lab coat said. As did Adalid, who wanted to be ready to defend his home in case the new Endbringer arrived there. The three blasphemies and Jack Slash were unreachable, but we would have far fewer problems if individuals like them could be reached so easily.

Except you didnt do anything about Jack when it counted, I thought.

We reached out to a number of major powers and sources of information, and you are the ones who responded. As useful as it might be to have the Yngbn or Elite with us, Im almost glad that we can have this discussion with only those who are truly committed. Thank you for coming. I go by Doctor Mother, and I am the founder of Cauldron.

I could hear a growl from within Faultlines group. They were directly opposite Doctor Mother, as far away as they could have been.

Probably sensible, all things considered. Cauldron was to blame for the case fifty-threes. I suspected they could have handled themselves if anyone in Faultlines group were to attack, but setting a distance between the two groups made sense.

Look, Tattletale said, abruptly, Lets cut past the formality bullshit. I know a lot of you are big on that sort of thing, but we should talk nitty-gritty tactics sooner than later, especially considering the amount of squabbling thats sure to happen.

Agreed, Chevalier said, from across the room.

Mense sterf elke sekonde van elke dag. Babas sterf in die moederskoot en die kinders doodgeskiet soos honde. Vroue word verkrag en vermoor en nagmerries skeur mans uitmekaar om te fees op hul binnegoed, the woman with the skull-headed shadow said, her voice quiet and level. I was startled to see that it was a human skull, now.

I gave you the ability to understand and speak English, a man in the group of twelve said. It wouldnt cost you anything to use it.

Ek sal nie jou tong gebruik nie, vullis, the woman replied, her voice still quiet, though it was flecked with anger, just a bit of an edge.

The man sighed, Well, I could use my power on everyone else here, but somehow I dont think the offer would be accepted.

Another person in that group, a woman, spoke. She doesnt believe in using English. Her first statement was, to paraphrase, People die every day.

Helpful, Tattletale commented. Enough with the bullshit and posturing. We were brought here for one reason. Well, a lot of reasons, but the main one that ties us all together is that weve got that monster rampaging around and were not making headway. We whittle him down, he heals. Scion attacks, he teleports, and the golden fool doesnt follow. So lets be honest, lets talk about this and introduce ourselves before we say anything so were not completely in the dark-

Some of us have identities to keep private, the man with the cross on his face said.

We cant bullshit around about secrecy and all that. We need to dust off our weapons and the schemes weve been keeping on the back burner and hit that motherfucker. More than half of us have cards were keeping up our sleeves for a rainy day. Someone needs to bite the bullet and play their card. And then we need to talk about who plays the next card, when number five comes around. Because there will be a fifth. Or a fourth, if you count Behemoth or not.

Many of us are playing on a scale where a particular play would put us at a critical disadvantage, the man with the cross on his face said. Acting now, at the wrong time, it wouldnt only hurt us, but it would put bigger things at risk. Theres doing wrongs for the greater good, and theres doing noble deeds and dooming ourselves in the process.

Youre hardly so noble, Saint, Defiant said, his voice a growl.

I wasnt speaking about me, Saint retorted.

Either way, this is why youre here, Doctor Mother said. To negotiate. With luck, you can barter to guarantee your safety in the future, or ask favors of others, in exchange for whatever it costs you to use whatever weapons or resources youre holding back.

We can barter, Faultline said. Her voice was hard. Unless youre saying the people whove been creating and hoarding parahumans en masse dont have any cards to play.

Unfortunately, Faultline, we cannot. Cauldron, to be specific, cannot. I have provided this forum for discussion, we can help troubleshoot or support plans, or even provide assistance, but our cards must remain in place. There is nothing any of you could offer us that would be worth what it costs to act.

Bullshit, I said. I could feel anger stirring. No way I believe that. Even just that portal system youve got, thats enough to change the tide of this fight.

Not an option, Doctor Mother said.

Because youre afraid, Tattletale said. Theres a fear that someones going to come after you, trace the portal back home. But theres another, bigger fear, isnt there?

Yes, Marquis said, from among the group of twelve. And I suspect I know what it is.

Contessa here has informed me you do, Doctor Mother said, cutting him off. She was gesturing towards the woman in the suit. Let me assure you, it would do more harm than good to reveal the details. Especially here, especially now.

Shit on me, Tattletale said. You bastards figured this out. How the hell did a bunch of prisoners in a jail thats dangling inside a mountain get to figure it out before I did?

Hands on experience, Marquis answered.

Panacea, Tattletale said.

Exactly, Marquis said. Clever girl. Well, Im not looking to stir waves. I cant disagree with the good doctor, so Ill keep my mouth shut. Back to business.

Damn it, Tattletale said, under her breath. Louder, she said, Youre sure that this doesnt relate to our Endbringer situation?

It doesnt, Doctor Mother said. The Endbringers are a puzzle unto themselves, independent of every other major variable.

That reeks of bullshit, Tattletale said. I want to think youre bullshitting or youre absolutely wrong and theyre connected to everything, but Im getting the feeling its not. Its bullshit because its true?

I think were on the same page, Tattletale, the Doctor said.

Can we progress this discussion? one of the robed men asked.

We can, the Doctor said. Thank you for getting us back on track, Turanta of the Thanda. Lets open the floor to discussion. Lets start with the possibility that we might draw from the Birdcage.

Freedom matters little to me, the girl with the eerie voice said. The true end draws nearer.

The end of the world, you mean, I said.

The end of all things, queen administrator, she said.

Queen administrator? What? Isnt that the same thing? The end of the world and the end of all things? Or do you mean the end of the universe?

It doesnt concern other celestial bodies. It doesnt matter. This ends, one way or another. We and ours will carry on, in some form, whether it happens today or three hundred years from now.

How reassuring, Tattletale quipped. You wont help?

I am safe where I am, whether it beyond the Endbringers reach here or deep beneath the mountain. I will collect from among the dead, and I will keep them company until the faerie rise from the ruins.

Oh, I thought. Shes completely out of her mind.

Theres no way to barter for assistance from within the birdcage then? Doctor Mother asked. Nothing you want, Glaistig Uaine?

The girl, Glaistig Uaine, responded, A hundred thousand corpses, each being one naturally gifted by the faerie.

We dont have time to laugh about like this, Turanta, the apparent spokesman of the cold capes said.

I am not joking, astrologer. I would like to see their lights dancing in the air. I have seen only glimmers, fragments of the performance. To see it all at once yes.

I heard someone in Faultlines group swearing. Newter, I suspected.

Honestly, I kind of agreed. I clenched my fists, biting back the worst of my anger. I managed to stay calm as I commented, Im getting a better idea of why things are as screwed up as they are. Weve got all of the major players here, and half of you are willing to do nothing while the world burns.

All of the major players who were willing to come to the table, Doctor Mother said.

Not any better, I thought, but I held my tongue. Doctor Mother had turned to the girl from the birdcage. If you participated in the fight, I can promise there would be a number of dead parahumans there.

I fear that would not be enough. It would need to be all together, for the greatest effect, Glaistig Uaine said.

We could provide that many over a period of ten years, if required, but wed want more assistance than simply this one fight, Doctor Mother said. She stopped as the man with the glasses leaned close. A moment passed, Or we could provide that many twenty-seven years from now.

I felt a bit of a chill. They were so casually discussing this, as if it were possible.

I opened my mouth to cut in, but Glaistig Uaine spoke first.

No. No, I dont think Ill accept. My word is too vital to me, and you seem to want me to war with the abominations. I dont fear my own death, but I would rather be together with the others than be separated until the grand celebration. I wont fight. I would only grant my advice, some power here and there.

Doctor Mother sat back in her seat. The ominous silence suggested she was still considering it.

A hundred thousand lives, being mulled over so readily.

Thats a shame, Doctor Mother said, in the end.

If I may? Marquis spoke up. With your permission, faerie queen.

Granted, Glaistig Uaine said.

There are others who wouldnt mind being free again, he said. Myself included. Wed fight that monster if you gave us the chance. All wed ask is that you let a select few others out, and that you dont create a portal that leads back to the Birdcage after the fact.

No, Chevalier said, breaking his long silence. No, Im sorry.

Some of the strongest parahumans are contained inside that building, Marquis said. Glaistig Uaine is one, but there are others. My daughter is another.

Your daughter was a mental wreck the last time anyone outside of the Birdcage saw her. There are too many dangerous individuals in there. She, Chevalier said, pointing in the direction of the woman with the shadowy pet with the massive bird skull, Has killed thousands of people. Thats nothing compared to what some individuals in the birdcage have done. Wed be letting the wolves run free again, in the hopes they deal with the lion.

If there is no other way to deal with the lion, and we know the wolves have been caught in our snare once before Saint said, trailing off.

We know they can be dealt with. Were just lacking resources. Opening the doors of the Birdcage has to be a last resort.

Oh, I dont know, I could stand for it to be the first resort, Marquis said. He turned toward the Doctor, Im staying mum about what my daughter discovered. The details we both know that must not be shared. Surely thats worth some goodwill.

It is, the Doctor replied.

I glanced at Tattletale. Her eyes were moving quickly, hungrily taking in details.

Chevalier sighed. Dragon? Some backup.

I have to say no, Dragon said. The prisoners must stay within the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center. If you intend to rescue them, Ill deploy everything I have to stop you. Neither of us can afford the losses at this juncture.

But if we did try, Saint said, And if we did free a handful of deserving individuals, you wouldnt be unhappy, would you?

There was a pause, telling. It was enough of a delay for Chevalier to look from Saint to Dragon and give her a curious stare before she spoke. My view on who is deserving is far different from yours, Saint.

Those of us standing here. Me, my daughter, Lung, Marquis said.

You cannot speak for all of us on that front, a matronly woman spoke. One of my girls was unfairly imprisoned, another is on the verge of losing her mind, in captivity.

We all have people wed see freed, the man whod spoken about granting the ability to speak English said. Lets say two for each of us.

Thirty six in all, Dragon said. One in five of the people currently in the Birdcage, almost. Six more could potentially use the opportunity to slip out, through Stranger powers or other malfeasance. Glancing over the notes my artificial intelligences have made regarding the facility, I can guess who some of the cell block leaders would choose to release. No. I harbor concerns about the Birdcage, but this is not the answer to that.

It would do more harm than good, Chevalier said. And I say that with full knowledge of what were up against here, today. The last three days.

Their opinions dont decide this, Marquis said. If it were solely up to our officers and jailer in the first place, then wed be free already. You, Cauldron, have the means to send us back or not. Its your authority that matters.

Chevalier shifted his grip on his weapon, but he didnt attack. Well bargain. Marquis is offering assistance, but the PRT has influence. Well deal with you, Doctor, if it means the Birdcage remains sealed. With the ongoing inquisition against Cauldron capes, perhaps there are one or two youd want to be ignored. They couldnt be promoted, thats the PRTs jurisdiction, and it would only draw attention to them that I couldnt help them avoid. Still, I could time a transfer, allow someone to slip through the cracks.

A few someones, the Doctor said. Yes. Im sorry, Marquis. Our clients must come first.

Youll be twisting our arms and escorting us through the portal, then?

Youll go willingly. This place cannot sustain life. Its a facility in the middle of a wasteland, and your Earth is several universes away.

I see, Marquis said. Unavoidable, I take it. And if I were to share the particularly valuable information that you and I both know, that you dont want me to share with others who are present?

I cant believe Im not getting in on this, Tattletale whispered to me.

Doctor Mother didnt reply. She remained still, her eyes on Marquis, as the woman in the suit, who shed called Contessa, leaned in close, whispering.

You wont, the Doctor said, when Contessa had straightened and stepped back, standing guard behind the Doctors chair.

I wont?

You wont. Teacher would, hearing that, but Teacher has a secret he doesnt want divulged, and he now knows we know.

Marquis turned, his shadow shifting, presumably as he looked at Teacher. He turned back, Ah well. I suppose Ill just say were here if you need us.

If we need you that badly, Chevalier said, Then weve already lost.

Rest assured, Marquis retorted, I think youre doing a very good job at getting yourselves to that juncture.

Its a failure across the board, I said, surprising myself by speaking. All of us, the Birdcage prisoners excepted, were not doing enough. If we dont come up with an answer or get someone to step up to bat and fight, then were doomed. Weve got the end of the world happening in twenty-thirteen, and we cant even band together for this.

Complaining gets us nowhere, Faultline said. Besides, its not like this is small potatoes.

Okay then, I said. Lets talk resources. If youve got parahumans or information, lets hear it. Lets show a measure of trust and have Marquis or Cauldron share the tidbit of information theyve gleaned. Lets talk options that dont involve fighting. Tattletale thinks these bastards are designed. Wheres the designer?

Nowhere we can find, Doctor Mother said. And we have the most powerful clairvoyance we know about, alongside the most powerful precognitive.

Does that mean there isnt a designer? Faultline asked. That Tattletales wrong?

Get fucking real, Tattletale retorted. Im confident on this count.

If they cant find the designer- Faultline started.

Theres other possibilities. Lots of powers confound precogs and clairvoyants.

Both at the same time?

Be constructive, I cut in.

We will assist, Turanta said. Sifara, Bahu and I, others beneath us in our organization. I cannot speak for my fellow brothers, but I will ask them because we all owe a debt. Our brother died, but Weaver helped to make it not for nothing.

Phir S died? I asked, surprised.

At the hands of the First, very late.

Im sorry, I said.

We owe you, he said. As we owe some of the others. It is your choice how you would use this.

You can pay me back by helping,here, I said. Youd be paying us all back.

We have the means, he said. But this hurts us, because we rely on our enemies not knowing what we are truly able to do.

If this goes much further, I said, It might not matter.

This is true. Of each of you but Weaver and Chevalier, we will ask a small favor, after. Nothing dangerous or painful to give away. Token gestures, most.

Favors make for a good currency, the Doctor said. Granted.

There were murmurs of assent from others. The woman with the shadow pet didnt respond, but Turanta didnt press the issue with her either.

Dragon glanced at Defiant, but ultimately relented, accepting the terms.

The Doctor spoke Moord Nag? We could use your assistance.

The woman and her shadow pet with its crocodile skull looked at Doctor Mother. Laat hulle almal sterf. Ek is tevrede om die wreld te sien brand en die vallende konings te spot. Ek en my aasdier sal loop op die as van die verwoeste aarde.

She says no. Let them all die, the woman from the Birdcage said.

Can I ask who she is? Faultline asked.

Tattletale was the one to answer. I think she got a measure of joy out of rubbing the fact that she knew in Faultlines face, Moord Nag. Warlord based in Namibia. As far as the current warlords in the area go, shes had the longest lifespan at about eight years or so, and shes gotten things to the point where most of the other bastards around there are kowtowing, asking permission to attack this city or occupy that area, to go to the bathroom or unite two groups in an alliance.

Die badkamer?

Us, basically, Tattletale said, glancing at me. She turned her head to look at Grue, Only on a much, much bigger scale, and she did it alone.

Ek het dit reggekry met aasdier, Moord Nag responded. Nie alleen nie.

With your pet monster, right.

She said shed be willing to let the world burn, before, the woman from the birdcage said. I dont think you have an ally there.

From her attitude, Saint added, I dont even see why she was invited.

Ill ask you the same thing I asked the others, the Doctor said. What would it take for you to fight, here?

Ek kan nie krag spandeer sonder om die nag lande hulpeloos teen hul bure te los nie.

She cant spend her power, not without-

Well supply what you need to replenish it, the Doctor said.

No, Dragon spoke. No, you wont.

Ek sal nie-

It would be appreciated, the man from the Birdcage that had granted her the ability to understand English spoke. Reconsider. Dont underestimate our resources.

Vyf duisend, lewendig, dit maak nie saak of hulle mag het of nie. N Fraksie van wat jy die gek aangebied het.

No, Dragon said, before the translator could speak.

Yes, the Doctor said, just as readily. I caught the number, I can figure out the rest. Youll get what you need.

I cant stand by and watch this, not like this, Chevalier said.

How many more will die if we dont act? the Doctor said. The Thanda will counteract the Endbringers teleportation ability, at least for a time. Moord Nag gives you much-needed clout. Again, at least for a short time.

In exchange for five thousand lives? Dragon asked.

A small price to pay. How many have died as we conducted this meeting?

Jy praat asof dit saak maak. Die kontrak is versel. Sal ons gaan nou, Moord Nag said.

What did she just say? Chevalier asked. Moord Nag was already walking away, stepping away from the panel and into the recessed passage beside it, almost completely hidden in shadow. I could only make out the rodents skull, overlarge and pale in the darkness.

The contract is settled, Dragon said. She sees it as inviolable, now.

I like her, Marquis commented. Mass murder aside, anyways. Woman of her word.

Well find her, Chevalier said, to the Doctor, After the battle is done, before you deliver those people to her.

You promised us a favor, in exchange for our not letting Marquis and the other cell block leaders free, the Doctor said. I could ask you to leave this be, the Doctor said.

No. Not this. Not five thousand people, fed to that womans pet.

Stop us, then, the Doctor replied. Or try, as it may be. Thats one Endbringer we should be able to drive away. As Weaver said, we may have to evacuate the planet if this doesnt work. Faultline, your assistance would be invaluable on that front. Youve already created nine, I believe?

Three of which were supposed to be secret, Faultline replied.

It doesnt matter. Well pay for several more, at major locations, and well arrange your transportation.

Faultline stared at the woman. No, Doctor.

No?

Not your money. Not you.

Shortsighted, Saint commented.

I think this is pretty big picture. Money talks, and I dont like how this money sounds. She spends five thousand lives like someone else would spend change. Cauldron made innocent people into monsters. They took everything from them. I cant deal with that in good faith.

She turned to Chevalier, Well give you a discount. Escape routes in major cities across America. Leading to the world that the Brockton Bay portal goes to.

Fuck that, Tattletale said.

Ill talk to my superiors, Chevalier said.

Good, Faultline said, thats settled, then.

Leaving only the Endbringer that comes next, I said.

We wont know what measures need to be taken until it makes an appearance, Defiant spoke.

Another meeting, the Doctor said. Another day.

I could feel my heart skip a beat at that. I wasnt sure I liked what this was becoming.

Then again, the nature of this meeting had been suggested from the start, with the shadows concealing identities. Everything the PRT had been fighting to assure people that parahumans werent doing was happening here, in this room. Scheming, trading lives like currency, and wielding incredible amounts of power, money and influence.

But before we get that far, the Doctor said, Tattletale?

You asked me here for a reason, Tattletale said. Multiple reasons.

The first being to give you an opportunity to check something for our mutual benefit.

You brought the major players in so I could see if anyone was the designer, the creator of the Endbringers.

And?

Nobody here.

The Doctor nodded. I suspected. They remain immune to precognition, but the designer wouldnt be, I dont think. Its good to double check, regardless. Will you be attending if we hold another meeting, Chevalier? the Doctor asked.

Others, the Thanda, were departing, now. Grue had stepped away from the panel to step close to Tattletale, whispering something.

Then Grue walked past me, not even glancing my way, before disappearing into the corridor Id used to enter.

Hurt, confused, I couldnt speak to ask Tattletale why without possibly interrupting Chevalier, as he spoke in a steady, quiet voice.

I dont think I have a choice. If I dont come, then Im left blind to whats occurring behind the scenes. I wouldnt be able to intervene if you tried something like you did with the Birdcage.

Thats true, Doctor Mother said.

And I think thats exactly what you wanted, he said. You have that Contessa there, and she sees the road to victory. You schemed this.

Yes.

Why? Chevalier asked.

Its not time for you to know, she said.

Fuck that, Tattletale cut in. Most of the other groups were gone. Faultline and her group lingered behind. I think its damn obvious what youre doing.

A new world order, I said. Tattletale nodded in agreement beside me.

There were a few curious glances shot our way. I could see the Doctor shift position. Exasperation? Annoyance?

I leaned forward, resting my hands on the railing in front of me. Grues odd departure only fueled an anger that had been simmering, I had a hell of a lot of time to think, in prison, in my downtime and during stakeouts. Theres only one thing that really makes sense, as far as your motivations go. Its not the clues or what youre doing, its what you werent doing. Only Legend helped against the Slaughterhouse Nine, but he wasnt in the know, from the looks of it. You didnt help Coil, and you didnt help against Coil. You only helped against Echidna when it looked like everything might go down the toilet. But Alexandria steps in when I leave, confronts me after Id surrendered to the PRT. So I had to ask myself why.

I can imagine, Doctor Mother said.

We were guinea pigs, I said. For what? So you could be in charge?

Not us. Never us, the Doctor said. Theres a lot you dont understand.

Try us, Tattletale said, almost snarling the words.

All of this? Its small scale, the Doctor said. Important? Yes. But its nothing in the grand scheme of things.

I clenched my fists. Five thousand lives, nothing. Talking about a hundred thousand parahumans to be delivered after twenty-some years, nothing. The lies you perpetuated with Alexandria, the schemes, Echidna, the human experimentation, the case fifty-threes, everyone you watched die just so your experiment with parahumans in charge of Brockton Bay wouldnt be tainted

Well go down in history as the villains, Doctor Mother said. There wasnt a trace of doubt or hesitation in her voice. But its worth it if it means saving everyone.

You sound so sure, Gregor the Snail spoke, from behind Faultline. He had a heavy accent. European-ish, in the same vein as Moord Nag.

Do morals matter, if our alternative is a grim and hopeless end?

I would never question your morals, Gregor said. I know you have none. I merely wonder why you are so confident you will succeed in all of this, that you will save the world and you will achieve your new world order and your parahuman leadership.

We have a parahuman that sees the path to victory. The alternative to traveling this path, to walking it as it grows cloudier and narrower every day, is to stand by while each and every person on this planet dies a grisly and violent death.

You know how the world ends, I said, my eyes widening behind the lenses of my mask.

Of course, she answered, standing from her chair. She collected papers and a tablet computer from the table in front of her. She collected it into a neat bundle, and the man with the glasses took it from her, holding it under one arm. Only then did she add, We already saved it once.

There were no responses to that. Confusion and disbelief warred with each other as I stared at her silhouette. The others seemed to be in similar straits.

You had better hurry if you want transportation to the battlefield, she said. Then, with the man with the glasses and Contessa following, she strode from the dark chamber.