Blades & Barriers: Chapter 70

                Searching the ship hadn’t taken long. Nor had breaking in to the captain’s office and rooting around through his files and computers. DV had even found time to check-in on the interns he was watching over, not than any of them remembered. So far, the cruise was clean. No recent hires or guests that set off any warning bells for DV, although that assumed the files he’d read were accurate. Anyone with access to the money and Supers that United Avalon had could easily sneak a few agents onto this ship without raising suspicion. Hell, that was pretty much what DV and the kids had done, and they had to play by government rules. For someone with less ethics, it would be almost too easy.

                That was fine, however. DV was checking for overt threats, the sorts of things he’d be expected to discover. This was a small part of their journey, a stepping stone to the real dangers that awaited them when they came ashore. Only training and experience demanded he keep searching for something out of place. Such was the curse of the Subtlety Hero. Never could they fully relax or take things at face value. It was impossible for someone who had seen so much trickery and betrayal. One moment of peace, that was all it took to make a mistake. Subtlety Heroes didn’t often live through their errors, not unless they were very strong or very lucky.

                Personally, DV considered himself to be in both camps. His power certainly had its uses, but fortune had seen him through tough situations as much as skill. Still, he took precautions, precautions like not eating dinner at the same time and place as everyone else. That sort of thing would make it too easy for a cunning enemy to slip some poison into his food. Granted, such an act would be a bold move, especially with so many witnesses, yet he couldn’t shake the possibility.

                That was why DV was out on deck, looking at the stars overhead as he chewed down some pre-packed jerky he’d brought along for the trip. The food inside was almost certainly better, and it would be a nice moment to bond with the interns he was supposed to be caring for. The trouble was, DV didn’t bond. It was a hard thing to do when no one remembered him, and that wasn’t a policy he could risk changing anytime soon. Besides, bonds were just things people used to attack from unseen angles. Not always, not even often, but sometimes. And that was enough. Of all the uses DV’s power had, sometimes he dearly wished he could make himself forget things. It probably would have allowed him to lead a much happier life.

                Her approach was quiet, not in an attempt to be stealthy though. No, her steps were naturally soft, as was her every movement. It was the result of training that had gone past the brain, all the way down into the bone. DV noticed her as soon as she began moving toward him, soft steps be damned. Yet he made no move to distance himself. If she was coming up to him, then she might chat a little before making whatever move she had planned. Not only could he pump her for information, but once he slipped away she wouldn’t even realize she’d divulged it.

                “You have the light.” It was a curious opening line, made even stranger by the gentle sincerity in her voice.

                “Sorry, I don’t smoke.” DV patted his pockets to prove the point, even though he could have easily concealed a lighter in them.

                “I do not want a light. You have the light. A blessing, given by the gods. Yours shines brightly, so strong, burning with such ferocity. A powerful blessing indeed has been laid upon you; I do hope you’re using it well.”

                No subterfuge in her voice or tone, she wasn’t trying to play aloof at all. DV had been around the block enough to know that sincerity could be a con of its own, however. Regardless, this was a chance to get some advanced information, and he’d be a fool to let it slip through his fingers. “You know, the people of United Avalon call powers blessings. In fact, they call people with them Blessed, rather than Supers.”

                “Of course I know that. I am from United Avalon.” She was consistent in her approach, if nothing else. The woman bowed to DV, who found himself feeling briefly uncomfortable for the first time in recent memory. “My name is Daphne, and I am blessed with senses beyond the scope of mankind. I can smell war on the wind, hear love ring through the air, and see the light that shines in those who are blessed.”

                “And you just happened to be on this boat?” DV asked.

                Daphne shook her head, still calm and placid. “Certainly not. One of us rides on every such vessel, here to search for those with blessings. We carry a message with us, one that must be passed on to each of our kind.”

                Something in DV’s gut tensed, and he scanned the deck for any potential backup or ambushes that might be about to spring. She was playing the peaceful part to perfection, which was usually how it went right up until guns and powers came out. On the other hand, if she was telling the truth about seeing powers then Daphne could have picked a better spot to take him by surprise. Either way, he had to see this through. “Let’s hear the message, then.”

                With a gentle smile, Daphne spread her arms wide. “Welcome, brother. Welcome home. We await you patiently, and will celebrate greatly when you arrive. No matter what cause brought you here, no matter what agenda you carry with you, in United Avalon you are eternally welcome. We know that the nations of the world may have sent you for any number of reasons, but you need not fear us. As a Blessed, United Avalon is your true homeland, regardless of where you were born.”

                “And if I happen to like the nation I come from?” DV asked.

                “Then by all means, return there, if you like. Our kind are managed, catalogued, and persecuted all over the world. United Avalon will not treat you in such a way. Come and go as you please. Or make a home there, in a place where you are not a commodity to be trained and used.”

                “I notice they put you to work.”

                Her smile only brightened as she shook her head. “You misunderstand. I chose this vocation. Because once, I was a scared young woman fleeing those who would use my gifts to their own ends. United Avalon freed me, kept me safe. I’ll never forget how it felt to finally have a homeland, so I take great joy in spreading that news to others. Doubt me if you wish, good sir, it is only my job to tell you the message. United Avalon itself will prove the message to be true.”

                With another bow, Daphne turned and walked back across the deck, vanishing as she stepped through a door. DV stared for some time, making sure she wasn’t about to run back at him, before looking at the stars. Friendliness was an interesting way to let potential intruders know they’d already been made. It would put people off their game, unsure of how to proceed once their cover was blown. For DV, however, it was an old trick he’d seen before. He wasn’t that worried about Daphne or her cheerful spiel.

                No, the thing that worried DV was what would come once the friendliness stopped.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 69

                As it turned out, Justin’s cooking class had not been preparing lunch for the whole cruise. All things considered, he was actually slightly saddened by that, because his version of paella had come out much better than what was served across the ship. He’d gotten a bowl, just for comparison, then tossed it away after a few bites. It wasn’t like he had time for two lunches anyway, not with so many more classes to attend.

                In the crochet lessons, Justin met a small group of people nearing their elder years, out on the sea for a big hurrah while they could still get around. One of the older women had smuggled in flasks of booze inside her over-sized purse and was happy to share every time the instructor turned his back. Justin didn’t learn much about the cruise or United Avalon, since that group was all heading for the nearest beach with lots of tourist attractions, but he had a good time nonetheless.

                During CPR training, Justin found himself alongside a cluster of dudes from a frat who had clearly been drinking heavily before the class started. Although he was braced for all manner of stupid male ego bullshit, to his surprise they actually took the lessons very seriously. Or as seriously as possible when one had obviously started the day with beer against their lips. Justin eventually found out they were learning because one of the brothers had a heart condition and collapsed during the previous semester, so they all wanted to be able to help if it happened again. Once more, Justin got nothing about United Avalon, but it was hard to call the experience a waste of time.

                Only in his last class of the day, a cocktail mixing lesson that had filled up within the first hour of sign-ups being posted, Justin finally encountered someone else going to visit United Avalon. In this case, it was a married couple, both young and cheerful. Although they were certainly talkative enough, and the husband was more than happy to mention their destination, both grew cagey when Justin tried to carefully probe why they were going to visit such a place. He backed off instantly, retreating to nice small talk and sharing a few (fake) personal details to take the focus off United Avalon. They parted at the end of class, and while Justin had said nothing more he’d also made a point of noting them for further investigation. Not like he had much else to do while on this boat.

                With his day of classes complete until later that evening, Justin headed back to the cabin. Dinner was coming up soon, and from all accounts it was an occasion to dress up, if one so chose. Having spent his entire day chatting with fellow passengers, Justin had picked up enough to know that most people were planning to don nice clothes, so he was going to have to make some effort if he wanted to blend in. Justin only hoped that Brett had thought to pack something nice, even though they were on a mission.

                As he shoved open the door, Justin quickly realized that there might be other issues to tackle.

                “…and then she grabbed my ass, right there in front of everyone.”

                “Wouldn’t have pegged you as the shy type.” Angela’s voice was coming from her room, yelling slightly to be heard through the door while Brett stood in the shared mirror of the living area, tucking in a shirt that had been recently ironed.

                “I’m not shy, I’m just not used to someone so… aggressive. She’s really working hard to sell this cover.” Brett glanced over to the closing door, giving Justin a quick nod.

                “Yeah, or she’s someone who just got dumped and is flirting her ass off with the nearest hot stranger she can find. Don’t tell me you think boys have a monopoly on that, we’re on a schedule but I’ll make time to kick your ass before dinner.”

                Clearing his throat to make sure Angela knew he’d arrived, Justin locked the door behind him before finally joining the conversation. “I’m going to assume I missed some developments?”

                “That’s one way to put it,” Angela called. “Some girl is putting the moves on Brett, who is convinced she’s actually just trying to investigate him. I actually agree, but when I say the word ‘investigate’ I add in a few eyebrow wiggles and a wink to get the message across. Anyway, she maneuvered herself into having dinner with us tonight, then going dancing with Brett. He’s being all skittish though, so I was about to propose you and I pretend to be a couple so we can keep him company.”

                It wasn’t a terrible idea. The cruise turned one of the ballrooms into a mock-club for people to drink, dance, and generally be stupid at. Justin had been planning to skip it since he couldn’t think of an inconspicuous way to attend solo, but if Brett and Angela were both on board that opened up new possibilities. Drunk and active was just how he liked people when he wanted them to let something slip.

                “I’m fine with tagging along, but let’s skip the awkward charade of pretending we’re together. We don’t have that kind of chemistry, and besides, just because you’re in a relationship doesn’t mean I might not want to prowl the dance floor while we’ve got time to kill.”

                “See, this is why Justin is more fun than you, Brett.” The door swung open, revealing Angela like they’d never seen her before. Despite the day in the sun, she was only slightly red on her shoulders, clearly much care with sunscreen and shade had been used. They could see the red though, because she was wearing a shapely strapless black dress with silver trim. Her hair was up and styled, with a delicate splash of make-up across her face. It was easy to forget that under all the cursing, blood, and chaos, Angela was actually quite lovely.

                “Bet you’re rethinking pretending to be my boyfriend now.”

                “And have to dress up nice enough to match that? Thanks, but no thanks. I didn’t pack a full tuxedo,” Justin replied. “I’m doing slacks and a tie, at most. We are still in our early-twenties, Brett and I can’t look too put together.”

                 Brett’s head jerked away from the mirror. “Wait, am I over-dressed?”

                Justin and Angela met eyes, both having noted the wrinkles on Brett’s slacks and the white socks tucked into his dress shoes. In the end, it was Justin who responded, if only because he was the more diplomatic of the pair. “You look perfect, Brett. I only wish we could blend in as naturally as you do.”

                “I realize you’re making a joke, but as long as I don’t have to change I really don’t care that much.” Brett adjusted the tuck on his shirt one last time. “Hurry up though, Justin. We’ve got dinner reservations to make, and apparently I have a date that I can’t keep waiting.”

                As Justin began digging in his suitcase, Angela let out a snicker behind him. “Are you sure you’re not anxious because you want to see your new gal? She’s cute, there’s nothing wrong with being excited for a night out.”

                “We’re on a mission,” Brett reminded her.

                “You’ll always be on a mission. That’s your world now.” For a moment, some of the laughter left Angela’s voice. “Don’t put off living until you think there will be time for it. There won’t be. This is it. This is all you get. So use it.” Then, as if the moment of seriousness had never happened, Angela was light on her feet once more. “And if she goes for a secret hand-job under the table, try not to let us realize it’s happening. This is a fancy dress dinner, so show a little class.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 68

                There was an art to being a shitshow. If an amateur wanted to act like a drunken idiot tourist, they’d make a big spectacle of buying a bunch of shots and slamming them all down one after the other. But the thing was, that came with too much intent. A real shitshow didn’t start the day planning to be blackout drunk. No, they kicked things off with the best of intentions, having a few drinks because it was a vacation, but then the sun is a tad hotter than they expect so maybe they drink a little too fast. And then they happen to approach the bar just when a group is doing their own set of shots, so to be cordial the shitshow joins in. The descent into drunken silliness should seem more like a slippery slide than a dive right into the deep end.

                Angela knew this art well. Both from real experience, and from faking it a few times. The best way to pretend to be an expert at something was to actually be an expert, after all, and no one knew how to sell being a hot mess quite like Angela DeSoto. Of course, the key part of this charade was that it took time to execute properly, so after a mere hour she was still laying the groundwork, making regular trips to the bar and progressively spilling a little more each time to show that decaying motor function.

                As she took her cocktail and laid back down on a plastic reclining chair, pausing only to reapply sunblock, Angela let her head casually sweep around the pool’s deck. So far, everyone here seemed to be on the up and up. Oh sure, there was the occasional plain-clothes cruise security officer, here in case anyone got a little too rowdy no doubt, but those were easy to pick out from the crowd. The rest were mostly tourists, with an occasional staff member sprinkled in. Parents with kids, college students on vacation, older couples seeing a few last sights with their fading time. Angela sort of envied that last batch. The odds that she’d make it to that age were low, and there was a good chance that when her end came there would be no opportunity for final trips or bucket-lists. Which made it all the more important to enjoy her time now, while she still had breath to draw.

                By her estimates, the amount of activity at the pool would only increase through the day as the weather grew warmer. That was why she’d come early to stake out a prime spot for people watching. When the crowd grew, it would be the perfect place to check out for anyone looking to spot undercover Heroes. Angela would be there, ready, a well-established patron of the bar and inconsequential tourist easy to overlook. And, when someone came looking for Heroes, she would be watching for them. With any luck, she might be able to spot a couple of UA advanced guards before it was time for dinner. Or maybe none would show up, and this would remain a simple cruise. Angela doubted it, but she had to remind herself to allow for that possibility. Seeing an enemy or conspiracy around every corner could be just as dangerous as not noticing the ones right in front of her.

                Angela had just finished reapplying suntan lotion to her stomach when she spotted a familiar face wander into her line of view: Brett was here. Only, he wasn’t alone. Somehow he’d embedded himself in a group that was either just out of college or very near it, with a lovely young woman gripping his arm tightly. Since she didn’t know what kind of scheme he was running, Angela didn’t wave or call out to him. The last thing she wanted to do was undermine another Hero’s efforts at blending in. Evidently, the concern was unneeded, since the moment Brett’s eyes fell on her he gave a big, theatrical wave. The woman on his arm waved as well, although not with nearly the same amount of enthusiasm. After a brief few seconds of discussion, Brett broke away from the group and made his way over to Angela.

                “Someone works fast. Were you flexing shirtless outside the cabins, waiting to see who would take the bait?” Angela reached over to the chair next to her, where she’d been storing her book and pool bag, pulling them off to make room for Brett.

                He sat down on the edge of the chair, not getting too comfortable. “Actually, I was just standing there, looking out at the ocean, and that girl, Chelsea, called out to me.”

                “The quiet, soulful look, huh? Not my cup of tea, but I get it, some gals go for that. Especially when you mix the dude staring at an ocean with one who obviously works out. So what are you over here talking to me for? Sounds like you’ve got quite a fun day already waiting for you.”

                “You asked us to check on you after an hour,” Brett reminded her.

                That was true; she had requested a check-in, although she didn’t think they’d actually expect her to need looking after. It was just a premise they could use to compare information. “Yeah, well, as you can see I am doing just fine. Got my drink in hand and the right amount of sun on my body. Go chat up your new friend and have some fun. Do it soon, too, because I’m way too hot for you to talk to without making someone interested jealous.”

                “I mean, if she was actually interested in me, sure, that might be an issue.” Brett’s eyes were bulging, he was trying much too hard to get the point across. She should have been annoyed, but part of Angela found it endearing. The far-too-earnest types made it out of the HCP quite a bit, so she’d grown up dealing with their type. Brett clearly thought Chelsea was someone who had called him over to pump him for information on the sly. Things like this were why Lander did its river trip: some people needed to remember how normal, non-Hero social interaction worked.

                “You’ve never been on a cruise like this, have you?” Angela asked.

                “My dad and I took one when I was a kid, but I don’t remember that much of it.”

                “About what I figured.” Swinging herself to a sitting position, Angela adjusted her angle slightly so that no one could see her mouth. She didn’t need lip-readers mucking things up. “Brett, you might be overthinking this one. I’m pretty sure that Chelsea is indeed interested in you, based on the looks she keeps throwing over here. Now obviously we haven’t met, so I can’t say for certain, but just entertain the idea that her attraction to you is genuine and proceed from there. And get out of here, this has been more than enough time to check on me. If she asks why this ran so long, tell her I was trying to convince you to run to the bar and get me more drinks. Paint me as a lazy lush, that should help keep me from seeming like a threat.”

                “Okay, but…” Brett trailed off, looking over to Chelsea with a sudden uncertainty in his eyes. “But… wait, what am I supposed to do if it is all genuine then? Should I ditch her?”

                “Hell no, are you kidding me? As far as covers go, slipping in with an actual bunch of drunk people our age is one of the best, easiest to sell stories we can hope for. If it wouldn’t fuck up your dynamic, I’d go join you. Ride this out, you’ll be making our jobs all the easier. And hey, if you happen to get laid along the way, that’s just a bonus.”

                Whipping back around, Angela fell heavily into the chair and scooped her drink up once more. She was marking the conversation as done, forcing Brett to go back to his group. He took the cue and headed off, still looking unsure of himself. All the better, though. The less capable he seemed, the less likely someone would mark him as an undercover Hero. Hopefully he could keep the charade up for the few days they had until landing at United Avalon.

                And personally, Angela really did hope Brett and Chelsea hooked up. The guy was a walking pile of nerves; he could use a little leisure time activity.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 67

                In the end, Brett opted to use his time before checking on Angela to do something he rarely had time for in the Hero world: standing still. Finding a nice perch along the deck, Brett leaned against the railing and stared out at the open ocean stretched before him. He got plenty of ocean views living in Port Valins, the “port” part of the name rather gave away their proximity to water, but it felt like he’d yet to take a moment to truly appreciate them. Actually, he’d rarely had any time to pause long before joining the Wayward Wraiths. Getting through the HCP had been one ordeal after another, challenge after challenge as he fought to not only graduate, but to make it out as the best in the class.

                And yet, for all of that work, for all of that struggling and self-denial, Brett had taken his first loss to a woman who was probably double-fisting margaritas at that very moment, seemingly unconcerned with the dangerous, barely legal, mission before them. Sometimes, it was hard not to wonder: was Angela just that much better than him, or was there an unseen wisdom in how she lived? Did that crazy attitude give her an advantage? It was a silly notion, and Brett tried to dismiss it as such every time it popped up, yet her record made it hard to ignore entirely. Maybe he should be making more time for these quiet moments, or getting mixed up in unexpected situations. Then again, if someone told him right then that there was a place he could sneak off to secretly train more, Brett would have jumped on it in a heartbeat. Perhaps he was simply wired differently from Angela, and he needed to find his own version of double-fisting margaritas.


                The voice seemed to come from nowhere, but when Brett snapped out of his fugue he noticed a small group, slightly more women than men, making their way along the deck. One of the ladies in the pack was staring at him, making it very clear she was the person who’d spoken.

                “Sorry, did you mean me?”

                “No, the other hot slab of muscle leaning against the railing.” She was grinning, and it was an expression that suited her face quite nicely. “My friends and I have gotten this day started right, and we’re heading to a pool to keep the party going. You want to tag along?”

                Brett wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Nothing felt dangerous about the situation, yet his nerves tensed all the same. He was suddenly very aware of how alone he was, and how easy it would be to end up overboard. “I’m sorry, have we met?”

                “Huh, I guess we did skip that part.” She hopped forward and stuck out a hand. “Name is Chelsea, and I get a little forward when I’m buzzed, if you can’t tell.”

                “Oddly, I’m kind of used to it. I’m Brett. Nice to meet you.”

                “Meeting is good, but hanging out would be more fun.” She didn’t back up after the handshake, instead moving in closer. “What do you say, Brett? Could staring at the ocean wait for a while so you can keep a lonely lady company?”

                Brett nodded to her group of friends. “Seems like you’ve got plenty of company.”

                “All couples. Every last one of them. And I was going to be part of one too, until three days ago when my boyfriend up and decided to get back with his ex.” Chelsea’s arm wound around Brett’s, a clumsy maneuver that actually made the gesture slightly endearing. “So I could spend my non-refundable vacation watching them all be lovey-dovey, or I could get to know someone new, someone with kind eyes and who clearly spends a lot of time in the gym. How about you, Brett? How do you want to spend your day?”

                This had to be a trick. Some kind of tactic to get his guard down so that Brett would let slip the real reason he was on the boat. It was a good approach; the backstory sure explained why someone would be so eager to spend time with him. Once Brett reached that conclusion, the obvious question became a simple one: was he better served by playing along or brushing Chelsea off? Since he was on-guard, it felt unlikely he’d make a mistake, but then again there could be other Supers in play. Still, this was a chance to try and see if she would mistakenly offer up useful information, and Brett was loathe to let such an opportunity pass him by.

                Ultimately, Brett decided that it would be easier to play along for a while, then sneak off and consult with DV for advice, rather than blow her off now and try to reconnect later. They had two days. With guidance from the Subtlety members of the team, Brett might just be able to turn this whole thing around to their advantage.

                “I’d be interested in coming, but it sort of depends which pool you’re going to. I promised a friend I would check in on her soon, and she’s already at one.”

                Chelsea’s face pinched slightly at the news, she was really committed to playing this part, apparently. “A female ‘friend’ huh? You wouldn’t be trying to shrug off your girlfriend for the trip, would you? Because I’m not looking to get someone else hurt.”

                The laugh surprised everyone, even Brett, the one who had let it out. “No, I can say with certainty that there is nothing remotely romantic between Angela and me. She’s really not my type, and even if that weren’t the case she already has a boyfriend. We’re just friends from work.” At least they’d worked out the cover story in advance. So far as anyone on the boat would know, this was a trip they’d won for strong performances over the last quarter at the company where they all interned. It had been crafted to be as boring as possible; apparently that kept people’s questions to a minimum.

                “Well then, as long as she’s at one of the big pools with a bar, I bet we can make that our destination.” Chelsea leaned in closer, more than was needed really, whispering in Brett’s ear. “As the recent victim of a dumping, I’ve got a lot of sympathy cards I can play with that group.”

                Pulling him over toward her cluster of friends, Chelsea brought Brett to the front of the group. “Lead us to the pool of your friend, good sir. And perhaps along the way, you can tell me a little more about what is your type.”

                Not entirely sure he wasn’t making a rookie mistake, Brett started heading toward the pool where Angela would be waiting. He really hoped she hadn’t gotten too far into the drinks just yet; this whole situation was feeling more and more out of his depth.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 66

                When he became a Hero, Brett had been prepared for a slew of new experiences. Fighting criminals in the streets, seeing all sorts of new Supers and abilities, traveling across the nation to help in whatever way his particular power was needed. Two days on a cruise, while certainly a new experience, was not something he’d been mentally prepared for, however.

                Checking in was pandemonium. Thousands of people all pushing their way onto a boat, showing tickets and getting slowly directed to their accommodations. Once they finally got to their room, there was a measure of peace. Apparently DV had booked them a small suite, consisting of two bedrooms as well as a shared living space and bathroom. It was hardly decadent or spacious, but compared to hiding in the hull of a fishing boat like he’d expected it was positively decadent. Angela got a bedroom to herself by default, while Justin and Brett doubled up in the one hosting bunk beds. Not great, but still better than a dorm.

                They’d barely gotten settled when DV arrived, having dropped off his own bags, with the promised cell phones. Each had virtually the same number, DV’s included, with only the last digit changed for every phone. Once he seemed satisfied that they had the numbers memorized, he told them to wait for texts and blend in. Also, not to go crazy with charging things to the room. Somebody would have to settle the bill when all was said and done.

                 After that, DV was gone, and they were left to their own devices. That first night was simple enough, the three under-cover Heroes hit up the provided buffet, dining on loads of shrimp and shellfish while Angela polished off what had to be an unhealthy amount of wine. When the food was all eaten, they took a walk around the cruise ship, familiarizing themselves with their surroundings, just in case. The odds of having to make a quick escape or launch a surprise attack while at sea were minimal, but none of them would feel at ease until they could do those things, should the occasion demand. Once they knew the layout of their temporary home, they all turned in.

                It was the next morning that Brett hit a hurdle, facing an enemy he hadn’t dealt with since starting the fast-paced life of a newly graduated Hero: boredom. There was nothing to do. Well, no, there were plenty of ways to amuse himself, classes and shows and lounging areas seemingly without end. The trouble was that those were distractions, and Brett was accustomed to actually using his time. Training, research, patrols, studying, all of these were things that he knew he should be doing. But Brett wasn’t Barrier on this boat, not so far as anyone knew. He was just Brett Rhodes, a normal guy here to take a brief vacation.

                Eventually Brett contented himself with spending a few hours at the gym, where Angela and Justin also started their morning, until he’d done about all he could with the limited array of equipment. They all headed back to the suite, where Angela dashed into her room and employed some sort of quick-change magic trick, because in no time she’d popped back out clad in a swimsuit with a towel tossed over her shoulder and a book in hand.

                “If we’re on a cruise and going to an island, I’m at least coming back from this shit with something of a tan.”

                “We’re going to find you drunk and stranded on a pool float, aren’t we?” Justin asked.

                “Or being carried around on the shoulders of the crew, newly crowned as the queen of the cruise.” Angela dug around in her purse for a moment until she pulled out the cell phone DV had provided. Jokes aside, she knew to keep up with what was important. “But historically things tend to go more that first way. One of you be a lamb and make sure I’m not passed out and burning in an hour.”

                Before either could ask what pool area she would even be at, Angela was out the door, charging headlong into whatever mess she could find. Brett noticed that Justin had changed as well, though he didn’t seem to be sporting a swimsuit. “Not hitting the pool?”

                “Me? Maybe later, when the sun is a little lower in the sky. I burn and freckle more than tan. I’m going to spend my day taking classes, meeting other passengers, and just generally mingling. The more we learn about these people, the better we can fit in with them. Plus, if anyone else is stopping at United Avalon, I can see what sorts of reasons they’re using. Should make our cover all the more believable.”

                “Wow. And here I thought there would be nothing to do,” Brett admitted.

                “Nothing for you punchy types, sure. But the quiet moments are where we Subtlety folks earn our keep. You’re welcome to tag along if you like, although I’ve crafted a pretty aggressive schedule. First up is towel-folding class, then I’m getting an introductory course on the waltz, and after that I’ll be learning to cook the same paella that’s being served at lunch today… wait, did I sign up to help make lunch? Shit, that’s a good scam if it’s what they’re running.”

                “Tempting as it is to help cook for the cruise, I think I’ll pass.” Brett wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with his down time, but from only Justin’s morning it sounded like he had a lot planned, and it felt like the sort of endeavor where he’d work best alone. While boredom was an annoying foe to face, it wasn’t worth tanking Justin’s productivity to beat. “Besides, someone has to check on Angela in an hour. What if she does pass out and get burned?”

                A slight chuckle escaped Justin’s lips. “Well, then she’d sell the tourist story all the better. Not that I think that will actually happen, though. Despite how she likes to act, I doubt that woman has lost control of herself or a situation a single time since we’ve met. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but she might enjoy the company. Either way, try and have fun. Don’t just rest a few hours and go back to the gym.”

                That was, in fact, exactly the idea Brett had been entertaining. His eyes widened, and part of him wondered if Justin was hiding some method of telepathy they’d missed.

                “Spare me the shocked face. I pay attention to everything, you included. And while a morning workout is fine, it’s not exactly uncommon knowledge that Heroes love to train. Anybody watching for our kind is going to take careful note of people who spend the entire vacation working out.”

                “So I can do whatever I want, I just can’t be productive with my time,” Brett said.

                “Congratulations, you are now officially just like ninety percent of other recent college graduates, at least for two days.” Justin grabbed his own cell phone and pulled open the suite’s front door. “Try and have a little fun with the freedom. You could use it.” Then he was gone, the door closed behind, leaving Brett still lacking any idea of what to do with his day.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 65

                The next few days passed by largely without incident. Unseelie and a rotating list of teammates drove around with Iliana and Steven, continuing to hit dead-end after dead-end as they searched Port Valins for former United Avalon citizens. Coming up empty should have been a relief for her, except that with every failure she knew the diplomats were getting closer to finding another of their refugees, and perhaps creating a confrontation that would cost people their lives. Although she’d initially been on the fence about sending the interns to UA, now that they’d obtained permission and a guide, she wished they could just get on with it. She was sick of working blind.

                The interns themselves were being watched by Bayou, who was taking them along as he investigated lead after lead from their small list of potential killers. Most of the work was more stake-outs, watching to see if the person they were tailing suddenly dipped out of view at the same time new murders occurred, or if they headed over to the section of streets where the bodies disappeared. They had no luck, but Bayou was quick to remind them that this was to be expected. Their target knew someone had nearly caught them before, which could mean they suspected police or Heroes were in pursuit, so it made sense that they’d go underground for a while and let the heat die down. Patience, once again, was proving to be the hallmark of what defined a Subtlety Hero.

                After so much nothing, it was a surprise when they were heading back from more fruitless surveillance and they received a message from Dispatch, informing them to change out of costume at the base, grab their pre-packed bags, and take a cab, not teleport, to a specific harbor in exactly one and a half hours. None of the three needed more prompting than that to understand the moment had arrived: with almost no warning, just as promised, it was time to visit United Avalon.

                All three moved at a whiplash pace, grabbing their bags and bolting to the car waiting for them. Along the way, each wondered what they would find awaiting them. A fishing boat, with a carefully concealed compartment in the bottom where they would hide out. Maybe a yacht with high-tech tools to avoid detection. It could even be a simple speedboat, meant to look innocuous and uninteresting. Many theories were tossed about in the three brains, yet all found themselves swallowing an equal amount of surprise as they reached the specified harbor and left the car behind. This was very much not what they’d been expecting.

                “A cruise ship?” Brett sounded uncertain, which he was, checking the name of the harbor over and over again. It lined up with the one Dispatch had given them, but there still had to be some kind of mix-up. Why would she send them to a harbor specifically dedicated to loading and unloading cruise ships for a covert mission?

                “In plain sight. Bold. Risky, but bold.” Jerking a thumb toward the crowd of people waiting to board, Justin continued. “We’re supposed to be tourists, remember? And what’s the best way to sell that cover? Show up on a ship full of actual tourists. Blend in with the crowd. You don’t try to sneak in; you waltz through like you’ve got every right in the world to be there.”

                Angela was staring at the crowd Justin had pointed to, a look on her face that might have read as worry on someone else, but with her features came off more as annoyance. “Something doesn’t line up. Sure, people go to United Avalon sometimes, but not that many. Certainly not enough to fill a whole cruise ship at once for a single trip.”

                “Right you are.” The voice came from behind them, where the cab had formerly been, from a wholly unremarkable man wearing wide, unfashionable sunglasses. “They’d never fill this boat on UA tourists alone. This cruise does a lap around several tropical islands; allowing you to get off and stay at one if you so choose, then catch the boat on the way back. UA is the first stop on the tour, meaning anyone who gets off there will have approximately five days to check out the country before its time to come back. A very firm deadline, since the countries involved keep a careful eye on cruise passengers to make sure they return when they are supposed to. You can imagine the warning bells it might set off if a few people were to miss their ride home.”

                All three eyed the man cautiously. He seemed to know what was going on, but Dispatch had given them more than just the name of a harbor and a time. She’d also passed on a code phrase, to make sure they could identify their guide and vice versa. Angela stepped forward, as Brett and Justin knew she would, taking a confident step closer to the mystery man. “I hear the seas are rough out today.”

                “When danger is on the horizon, the seas are always rough.” He paused, looking almost sheepish for a brief moment. “I want it on record that I didn’t come up with that code phrase. Dispatch writes them all, I think it’s a creative outlet for her, so she gets a little carried away.”

                “Methinks the guide protests too much,” Justin muttered.

                Angela ignored him, sticking out her hand to greet the incognito Hero. “Thanks for taking us out of the country, sir. I’m Angela.”

                He shook her hand, but clipped off the opportunity for more introductions. “Call me DV, that’s fine in both normal and Hero mode, not that you should expect to see or do much of the latter. And I already know your names just fine, so skip telling them to me. Here’s what you all need to know: from the moment we make landfall until the boat comes back, we are under a ticking clock. This whole operation falls so barely over the line of legal that a stray wind could blow us across. That means we leave when it’s time and you all do exactly as I tell you. If anyone thinks they might have an issue with that, please don’t get on the ship. You’ll just be endangering yourself and your team. And me too, though I doubt you care as much about that.”

                There was a pause as DV waited to see if anyone would actually step aside. After several moments, he seemed to accept their answer. “Okay, so we’re all in I see. Not sure if that’s bravery or inexperience, guess we’ll find out in the clutch moments. There’s one more thing that you need to know before we board, however. My ability allows me to fade from people’s memory. When we’re apart, you might find your recollection of me slipping, especially if I have to crank up my power. I’ve got it momentarily turned off for this meeting, so you’ll all recall why I’m hard to remember later on, but from this point on I’m going to have to keep it working. We’ll communicate through text if there’s anything I have to tell that you need to remember, even if I’m standing next to you. I’ve got some special phones for the trip so we don’t need to worry about bad batteries or someone hacking our messages, but keep them on you at all times. Oh, and I’m in cabin four-twenty-six, come find me if you need anything on the boat.”

                “Aren’t we going straight to United Avalon?” Brett asked. “Doesn’t seem like we’ll be on the boat long enough to have something come up.”

                “Still a cruise-ship, kid. They aren’t exactly in a big hurry. Based on the predicted weather patterns and this vessel’s historical record, I estimate we’ve got at least two days to kill before we arrive. Two days when we all need to sell the cover of being normal, everyday tourists. Because I don’t know if UA keeps spies on these boats to look for people doing exactly what we’re trying to pull, but it’s what I would do, so we have to assume they’re at least as thorough.”

                Everyone could see Angela perk up visibly, her serious side slipping away as she realized it wouldn’t be needed quite yet. “So if I were to get wildly drunk and pass out on the pool deck, that would just be part of selling the cover, right?”

                “I don’t think you’d need to go quite that far, but it would be a touristy thing to do,” DV agreed.

                Angela clapped her hands and scooped up her bag. “Clear a path, shitbirds! Mama has a bar to drain.”

                They watched her saunter toward the crowd, only throwing an occasional glance over her shoulder to make sure the rest of her team was coming. Eventually, DV shrugged and started to follow.

                “She’s committed to the role, I’ll give her that much.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 64

                In the end, Angela didn’t have to play for a table. She scanned the room once, locked onto a group whose game was winding down, and made an approach. While there were other people hanging around the walls, clearly waiting for spots to open up, Angela clearly had no time for such passive approaches. She strolled right up to the people still playing and began to chat them up. True, it wasn’t the most sparkling conversation ever bantered, but it was more than enough to hold the attention of people a few pitchers into the night. By the time their game came to an end, she’d wormed her way in enough that handing over the cues seemed like a natural way for them to end their play-time.

                Brett couldn’t help noticing a few bitter stares from the people on the wall as he accepted the cues from Angela while she began to rack the balls. There wasn’t exactly a line system in place or anything so organized, however it was impossible to feel like she’d just leap-frogged over patrons waiting their turn. Looking up from the billiards, Angela noticed him glancing over to the wall of watchers.

                “Do you know why they are standing there, and we’re getting to play?” Angela asked.

                “Because you’re some kind of drunk-whisperer?”

                “No. Well, okay, yes, that’s actually true too,” Angela admitted. “But the main reason is even simpler than that: we’re here because we took action. Those people are waiting around for what they want to happen: a table to open up. We, on the other hand, took initiative and went after a table. Good things do happen in life, but there will never be as many as if you’d gone out and made them happen for yourself.” She took a brief break to finish arranging the balls. “Something my grandpa used to tell us a lot.”

                Under different circumstances, Brett might have been more dismissive of the token advice. That was slightly harder to do when he remember that her grandfather was Captain Starlight, however. It did explain a fair bit about Angela, if nothing else. They’d been working together for a few weeks now, and he wasn’t sure Angela had a passive bone in her body. She was always active, always doing, either going after something she wanted or laying the groundwork for it. Even the less fun stuff, like training, she threw herself into without hesitation. Brett imagined it would be an interesting, and exhausting, way to live, but it seemed to work for her.

                Justin arrived not long after with a round of drinks, and just as Angela predicted he proceeded to show off his pool skills by sinking three balls in rapid succession. This soon turned into good-natured bickering between the two about who had more experience handling a “cue and balls” until Brett thankfully realized that the drinks were pretty much gone, so he excused himself to grab another round just as Angela using the cue to pantomime an act that drew a lot of stares from other people.

                Since he didn’t have Justin’s knack for slipping through a crowd, Brett was forced to wait his turn at the bar. True, he could have muscled through, he was certainly bigger than nearly everyone else here, at least in terms of arms and shoulders, but he’d never been fully comfortable throwing his weight around like that. Fighting as a Hero was one thing, it was a job that required doing, and keeping innocent people meant stopping the guilty ones by whatever means were required. Shoving around normal folks felt more like just being a dick, so Brett contented himself with waiting patiently as customers were served in order.

                “Fucking bullshit, that’s what it is.”

                The voice coming from Brett’s left was louder than the ambient noise, and he turned without meaning to, as did several of the people around him. Two guys were standing near the bar, one in a suit and another dressed more normally, although the one in the suit had added the extra accessory of noticeable intoxication. He clearly believed his level of drunkenness to be inadequate, though, as the half-full beer in his hand was drained to a quarter in a single chug.

                “I didn’t do anything, I just went downtown to buy groceries, and because some fucking Super can’t be happy with having inhuman powers and tried to rob a store, my car gets caught up in the crossfire.” While slurring, the suited man was still coherent enough to keep loudly articulating his issues, which were probably the cause for this night’s drunkenness. “And now insurance says it’s going to be at least a week before I get a replacement. Fucking. Bullshit. The government should have to deal with all this crap, not me. Or make the fucking ‘Heroes’ do it, since they supposedly work for us.”

                Brett remembered hearing about a tussle outside a convenience store a few days back. Since the Wayward Wraiths were all dealing with guard duty and investigating the drug-dealer killings, someone else had been called on to deal with it. He couldn’t recall hearing anything about it being mishandled though, that would have stood out in his mind. It was just a normal engagement, a little collateral damage but no civilian injuries. As Heroes, those were pretty much the situations they hoped for, nothing lost that couldn’t be replaced.

                “Look man, this kind of thing happens. Just be glad you had insurance in the first place. My uncle once lost a trailer during a Super fight and he didn’t have a policy on it, so the thing was just gone.” The suited man’s friend, a more sober looking fellow in jeans, was trying to talk his buddy down, aware that they were drawing stares. He gave a half-hearted wave to the rest of the bar patrons. “Sorry, my friend didn’t get the news he was hoping for from the insurance company today.”

                “Don’t apologize for me.” Another chug, and now the beer glass was completely empty. “I’m right to be pissed. Why are we just taking this? Why do we let ourselves live in a world where shit can go totally sideways because one person feels like it? It’s the Supers who should be sorry, for fucking this all up, for breaking the-”

                A heavy thud cut off the drunken rant as a burly bartender slapped a clipboard with a check attached onto the counter in front of the pair. “You’re cut off. Both of you. Now pay and leave. You want to stir that kind of shit up, do it elsewhere. I’m not having my bar wrecked because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

                Although Brett certainly agreed that the guy needed to be cut off, the reasoning for it seemed a touch odd. Did the bartender really think some Super in the crowd would make a giant scene because a drunk said mean things? Looking around the room, Brett realized that not only was that exactly what the bartender thought, but he wasn’t alone. People had drawn in on themselves and were glancing about constantly. He even caught whispers of things like “never know where one is” and “some look human.” It was strange; the angry drinker hadn’t really bothered Brett, he was just a drunk having a bad day and taking it out on an easy target. The fear, on the other hand, unsettled him. These people were genuinely scared that saying a few cross words about Supers was going to get them all hurt, if not worse. As a Hero, Brett worked hard to make people feel safe in the world, to reassure them that if something did go wrong, there would be Supers they could count on to come save the day. Heroes were supposed to reassure humans that they didn’t have to be afraid.

                Clearly, the message wasn’t getting through as well as he’d hoped.

                When the duo left, the bartender went back to business, quickly working through orders until Brett was finally up. As he waited for the next round to be crafted, he noticed that even though the pair had left, the tension hadn’t fully dissipated. Some were still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for a Super to take umbrage at the remarks and start tearing things up. It seemed unlikely, since if it was going to happen it would have already, but Brett kept an eye out too, just in case.

                It was beyond his power to change how the world saw Supers. However, it was still his duty to protect these humans, a duty that he took quite seriously. If any intoxicated Super started looking for trouble in his presence, they would find more than they bargained for. That was why Heroes existed, to remind the other Supers of the world that no matter how strong they might be, there were still consequences for their actions.

                But for tonight, Brett tried to remind himself that he was off-duty. He accepted his drinks, tipped the bartender, and headed back into the pool area. After that scene, watching Angela and Justin make lewd comments almost seemed like a welcome change of pace.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 63

                While he’d never been a big fan of partying or drinking, as one might imagine from a person competing in a physically demanding program, Brett had still spent four years trying to sell the cover of a normal college student, so he’d been to more than a few bars in his time. From the outside, “Take a Cue” seemed like many of the ones he’d spent time in during college, setting his nerves at ease. Sure, the music from one side of the building was louder, which seemed odd, but through the windows he could see people milling around pool tables with drinks in hand, shooting the shit along with the billiards. It shouldn’t have been all that surprising, this was supposed to be a normal night off for bonding, but somehow he’d built it up in his head that Justin and Angela would pick some weird place with swings on the ceilings or people in full costumes.

                “I have to say, looks like a fun choice,” Brett admitted. “From the noise, I’m guessing there’s a dance floor on the other side of the pool hall?”

                “Got it in one shot.” Angela slapped him on the back in what he took to be a gesture of congratulations. “Justin wanted somewhere that seedy types might hang out in case there was any underworld gossip to eavesdrop on, but that risked us getting into a fight if someone decided we looked like easy pickings, so instead we chose a spot that was respectable with slight seedy undertones. I wanted to dance, he wanted something to amuse himself with, so this was a good option, and we were on the same page about wanting a gay bar from the start. It was this or a joint that’s part EDM club and part arcade, but you get more bang for your buck on a game of pool. Also, I’m not going to be able to get anywhere near fucked-up enough to like EDM tonight.”

                There was a lot to unpack in her explanation, not the least of which was that Justin was the one who had wanted to take them somewhere more dangerous and Angela had apparently been the voice of reason. That fact alone made Brett feel the strong urge to have a drink in his hand. But there was one matter that seemed important to clarify first, especially since the point of tonight was to get to know each other better.

                “Why a gay bar? I thought you had a boyfriend.”

                “They play better music and I don’t have to deal with scummy dudes trying to hit on me the whole time,” Angela explained.

                Justin gave an eye-roll that was practice to perfection. “Glad to see your ego is just as strong in normal situations. And while I can tell you were trying to be polite about how you asked, I voted for this place because I actually am gay. If you’re keeping track on the bingo card, that’s gay, Jewish, and short enough to seem like an easy target. High school was just a barrel of fun.”

                He put a hand on each of their necks and started leading them forward, toward the front where a guy most would have considered burly, if they didn’t have HCP standards, was checking the I.D. of every would-be patron. “That’s all in the past though, let’s put an eye toward the future of our little team.  How about we start with something simple: what does everyone like to drink? I’ll make a run to the bar for our first round while you two grab us a table.”

                “Let’s do a vodka and soda to start the night,” Angela said. “And why am I on table duty?”

                “Because you’ll browbeat, flirt, or threaten as needed until you’ve gotten us one.” There wasn’t so much as a flicker of a pause between the question and the answer, as though Justin had been expecting and ready for it the whole time.

                “Well, you hit that right on the nose.” Angela jerked a thumb over at Brett. “He’s good backup too. Looks tough enough that I can make my moves without anything actually getting physical. Just don’t talk, Brett, and we’ll be playing in no time.”

                “Thank… you?” Brett genuinely had lost track of whether or not she’d paid him a compliment or an insult, and he didn’t feel especially motivated to puzzle it out. “And a beer is fine for me, Justin. Whatever they have that’s on draft and dark.”

                The talk had to pause as they reached the bouncer, who took a look at each driver’s license handed to him and examined it like CSI going over a crime scene. Finally he handed all three back and motioned for them to go inside the bar.

                It was an interesting set-up: the building was split into three distinct spaces, the smallest of which was the bar itself. This served as little more than a filling station, where people could freshen their drinks or go around a corner to the bathrooms. On the right were a large number of pool tables with cues lining the walls, and when briefly opened the doors on the left revealed a number of bodies packed into a dance floor with flashing lights. The crowd wasn’t huge yet, but it was also still early in the evening. While team building was all well and good, they did have work to do in the morning. Couldn’t risk being too tired or having a hangover.

                “So a vodka with soda and a dark beer on draft. For future reference, my drink of choice is a screwdriver. Keep that in mind when it’s time for the next round.” With that, Justin peeled off; making his way through the crush of people already trying to get served. Despite his smaller stature, or perhaps because of it, he slid easily through the crowd, arriving at the bar in moments.

                Angela grabbed Brett by the shoulder, dragging him toward the pool hall. “Come on, I see a few games on the verge of wrapping up. If we slide in quick, we might be able to jump on their table when they peel off. Or play them for control, if this place runs on pride and ego like most pool joints.”

                “I hope you’re great at pool if that’s your plan, because I’ve barely played ten games through the course of college,” Brett said.

                “I’m decent, sometimes good when I’m in the zone, but we’ve got an advantage those people don’t.” Angela gave Brett an exaggerated wink that he dearly hoped was not her version of attempting to be subtle. “See, we haven’t been drinking yet. One of these tables is already deep into the sauce, so if it comes to a challenge we just have to find them and play smart. Worst case scenario, we stake a claim and hold out until Justin gets back. I’ve got a strong hunch that he wouldn’t have signed off on a place like this unless it gave him room to impress. Let’s start with diplomacy first, though.”

                Now that was something he hadn’t expected to hear come out of Angela’s mouth. She wasn’t exactly reckless in the field, in fact she always seemed to be aware of the situation and in control of her strategy, but diplomacy didn’t spring to mind as her first strategy. Although he hadn’t said anything at the base, Brett hadn’t been entirely sure that this was really the best way to spend their evening. They were barely in the door and he was learning more about his teammates though, just the shift in their surroundings had given them a chance to show different parts of themselves. Maybe it was good that they were getting this time before the trip.

                There were sure to be enough surprises waiting for them in United Avalon, the last thing they needed were any from their own team.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 62

                There was no good time to leave behind people she didn’t trust, but a formal dinner was as decent a chance as she was going to get. After spending the day driving around chasing flimsy leads that turned into dead ends, Iliana and Steven had retired back to the hotel they owned to engage in more traditional diplomatic duties. Specifically, they were having a nice meal with representatives of multiple agencies, talking over possible alliances with United Avalon. Unseelie hated to leave those two unwatched, however between all the state and DVA security, not to mention Hammerspace and Bloodfyre, it seemed highly unlikely that anything would happen over the course of the meal. And she had to make use of this time, because much as she didn’t want to turn her back on the diplomats, the idea of letting her interns go off with someone Unseelie had never met was entirely unacceptable.

                She slipped away between the soup and salad course, intending to be back by the end of entrees, maybe dessert at the latest. Unseelie followed Dispatch’s directions out of the hotel, down a few back alleys and into a building that could have passed for abandoned if one didn’t catch the telltale signs of squatters. Creeping along the stairs that barely held her weight, Unseelie finally arrived at the designated meeting spot and pushed the door open.

                “Slowly, if you don’t mind. I have trust issues.”

                The voice came from the other side, and Unseelie obliged the request, both because she needed this man’s help and due to the fact that it was perfectly reasonable. Gradually moving the door, she stepped through carefully. In the shadow of a hallway was a figure that she could just make out as male, although it might have been harder without the voice to tip her off.

                “If you’d be so kind, I’d like to see a demonstration of your power. Doesn’t need to be fancy, just proof that you aren’t an illusion. Carve a circle into the floor.”

                That was a little more paranoid than the slow door opening, but again he had a point, so she obliged. Pulling out a diamond from one of the pockets on her costume, Unseelie formed it into a dagger, squatted down, and gouged a near-perfect circle into the worn wood of the floor.


                “There’s still the possibility that you’re a mimic or some other Super I haven’t heard of yet, but since Dispatch routed you here it seems unlikely. I guess that will do for now.” The man emerged from the shadows, sporting a ski-mask rather than anything Hero-issued.

                “That’s an interesting fashion choice.”

                He gave a shrug that sent ripples down the worn trenchcoat obscuring most of his frame. “In my day-to-day work, I don’t wear a mask. I bought this one special just for our meeting. Since I have to let you remember it, I’d rather you not be able to pick me out from a crowd.”

                “Little time as I’ve got, I think I’m going to have to ask for you to explain a statement that cryptic.”

                His eyes blinked quickly, and a short smile poked out from under the mask. “Glad to hear Dispatch is getting better about not giving too much away. To make it short and simple, my power makes people forget about me. How fast it happens depends on how much effort I put into it, but as a rule I usually have the effect working in some capacity at all times. These sorts of moments are a rare exception where I turn it all the way off, hence the precautions. Word was that you wanted to get people in and out of a place leaving as little trace as possible, so Dispatch tapped me to do the favor.”

                A Hero that no one could remember… Unseelie could instantly see the usefulness of such a power, and she imagined a man who lived with it would come up with countless more creative ways to wield such a gift. It also seemed problematic, at least potentially so, since someone who couldn’t be remembered would also be hard to hold accountable to his actions. That was a worry for Dispatch and the government to deal with though, Unseelie had her own concerns.

                “What do I call you?”

                “DV will do just fine. Run the name by Dispatch when this is over if you need to, she’s one of the few people constantly aware of me and what I do. And you’re Unseelie, the Hero sending out interns on a fact-finding mission that is just barely on the side of being allowed. I assume you wanted this meeting to vet or threaten me, to make sure I take proper care of your new recruits.”

                “That’s… pretty accurate,” Unseelie admitted.

                Another coat-ruffling shrug. “You tend to stick to your profile. Relax, this isn’t my first time doing work that’s barely legal. Sometimes I even get the jobs that fall on the other side of the line. I know I come off a little creepy, but I’m still a Hero. With my power, I could be living in luxury without anyone even knowing I’d committed a crime, and yet here I am in this shithole talking to you. I do this work because I believe in it, and I’m not going to let anything happen to a bunch of rookies.”

                It was exactly what she’d been hoping to hear, which made the statement problematic. “You’ve clearly done your research on me, so how do I know you didn’t craft that speech specifically to put me at ease? It felt a bit too on-the-nose.”

                The smile poking through the mask grew a touch wider. “You’re smarter than your file lets on, and it doesn’t exactly paint you as a dumb brute. To answer the question: you don’t know that I’m not faking my way through all of this. I’m a Subtlety Hero, and one of the better hidden ones at that. But you’re the one who needs the favor, not me. You can either be okay with this or send someone else, someone who might not be as good at their job, in my place. If you need to trust someone though, trust Dispatch. She’s the one who set this meeting up. Do you really think she would point you to a Hero she didn’t believe could get the job done?”

                 He had her there. If she was going to start doubting Dispatch, Unseelie might as well hang up the mask tonight. Between assignments, information, and basic communication, all Heroes depended on Dispatch nearly as much as their own powers. No one was better informed about the Hero world or the people in it. If Dispatch thought DV was the right man for the job, then he almost certainly was.

                “When can you be ready to go?” Unseelie asked.

                “A couple of days, at the most. I’ve got my own case to finish up before I take off on the ‘vacation’ you’ve got planned. Tell your interns to keep their bags packed though. I don’t have much spare time, so when I arrive to start things rolling I expect them to be ready.”

                “My interns will be waiting,” Unseelie shot back. “They’re a competent set who just need a little guidance. I’ve got a lot of hope for all three of them, so I expect to get them all back in relatively unharmed condition.”

                A soft chuckle escaped DV’s lips as he stepped back into the shadow. “I’ll do my best, but that’s more up to United Avalon than me.”


While I try not to plug things too much on these posts, since folks have been asking I'm going to put up a link to the anthology where DV first appeared. It's not a required read for this book, but if you'd like to know more about him you can see him in action here:

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 61

                After a full day of digging through files, cross-referencing the few flimsy leads he found, and having most of them chucked out, Brett was resolved to never complain about another gym session for the rest of his life. He would have gladly traded the hours spent rifling around in papers for sweat and strain, because at least with the latter he’d have felt like he accomplished something once the work was done. When Bayou finally declared that they’d been through everything for the day, he had a slender stack of pages in front of him, the few leads that were still viable but probably wouldn’t, in Bayou’s own words, amount to much of anything. Failure seemed to be something that Subtlety Heroes took in stride, and the more time Brett spent around them the better he understood why.

                “So, what’s next for the night?” Brett asked.

                “Dinner is coming up soon, but with Unseelie and other staff members rotating in and out of guard duty it might not be the usual affair. We’re midway through an investigation, and part of our team is committed to diplomat duty, so I don’t see us biting off anything new.” Bayou pulled out his phone and punched a few buttons until he saw what he wanted. “Nothing major on the schedule either. I think you three might just have something of a night off. If you’re already packed and ready to head off to UA at a moment’s notice, then I don’t see why you shouldn’t get to use your downtime. Just remember to keep the comms in your ears at all time. They’re inconspicuous by design so nobody will notice, but if a crime comes up and we need you every minute will matter. Given that the team is already assigned to a diplomat bodyguard job though, we’ll be low on the list for any incidents. Go out and have some fun.”

                Justin cleared his throat to get Bayou’s attention. “Actually, if you’re going to be vetting those files like I suspect, perhaps it might be useful for me to stay at your side and watch.”

                “You already know how to do this kind of work,” Bayou replied. “And team-building is important. Since you three are about to spend a lot of time around each other, a night of fun and getting to better know one another can’t hurt. Stay here and play board games or go turn Angela loose on the local bar scene, I don’t care as long as you three do it together.”

                “I’m a little surprised my reputation precedes me so effectively.” Angela didn’t sound bothered by the comment, closer to proud if anything.

                In reply, Justin and Bayou both pointed to the older Hero’s torso and said in unison: “Subtlety.”

                “Yeah yeah, I get it. Let a lady have a sense of mystery about herself though, allow me to ease these two into the shitshow.”

                “That feels like one of the most compelling arguments for staying in and playing board games I could have imagined,” Brett said.

                Angela laughed, a sound that should have been reassuring yet very much wasn’t. “If that’s what you really want, but I should warn you I only play those games for high stakes. My versions involve lots of shots, daggers, and a mandatory first aid kit on hand at all times. Or a healing Super, if you want to really push things.”

                “On the other hand, there is something to be said for the safety of a public venue,” Justin chimed in. “I bet there are some relatively close bars we could easily get to. Have a few beers, talk about life, return here safe and unharmed.”

                With a roll of her eyes that was downright ostentatious, Angela nodded agreement. “I suppose if you want to keep it safe and simple, that’s an option. I’m not going to fight you on it, I’ve stacked up a few cute outfits that I haven’t had the chance to wear because we’re in here all the time. Just make sure you two put on something decent, otherwise we’re going to look odd if you’re both slumming it and I am shining like a star.”

                “Huh.” Brett didn’t entirely mean for the grunt of surprise to slip out, it came unbidden, but once it broke through there was no shoving it back into his mouth. Regardless of how much he might have liked to.

                “Got something to say about that?” Angela asked.

                “Not especially. Sorry, I guess I was a little surprised. We’ve been working together for weeks now, and you never struck me as someone who cares about their outfit.”

                “Just because I kick a lot of ass in my armor doesn’t mean I don’t know how to work a pair of heels. It’s called ‘work hard, play hard’ and I suggest you learn about it sooner than later.” Angela hopped out of her chair, letting it spin slowly as she walked away. “But you’ve just proven Bayou’s point for him. We don’t know each other very well outside of our narrowly defined roles as interns. When we go to UA we need to be seamless. Coordinated, calculating, and able to communicate with a glance. Part of that means knowing as much as we can about what everyone’s strengths are, in and out of costume. You boys have an hour to prep, then we’re heading out. I’ve already got a few bars in mind.”

                 To her surprise, Justin rose from his seat as well, meeting her eyes at near-equal level if one discounted the height difference. “Who says you get to be in charge of the outing? Maybe I’ve been looking forward to hitting the town too.”

                Halting in her tracks, Angela looked him up and down for several seconds. “Yeah, we’re definitely overdue for this kind of activity. Fine, you want to help, I’m good with that. Say we meet ten minutes early, both bring our top picks for where to go, and hammer it out from there? It goes without saying that if we’ve got any overlap, we’ll just pick one of those.”

                “Sounds fair,” Justin agreed.

                As the discussion went down, Brett sat by, mildly amused. He could tell that more was going on than just debating what bar they’d go spend a few hours at, but for the life of him couldn’t quite manage to care about all of the intricacies. It was obvious that they were really talking about authority and leadership, neither of which concerned him greatly. As a Super who filled a strongman role, Brett had never had aspirations of leading a team. He was happy to let the more tactically minded Supers bicker over that burden, preferring to focus on being the best he could at his particular role. Although, on this one occasion, he wondered if perhaps that nature would come back to bite him.

                Because wild and reckless as Angela could seem, there was something glinting in Justin’s eyes that made Brett wary of what sort of establishment he’d pick as well.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 60

                The food was good. Surprisingly good, in fact. For a mid-income neighborhood and a restaurant where people wore shorts and sandals, Unseelie had a baseline expectation of quality that the food they received easily topped. If not for the conversation with Morris, she might have found it confusing as to why someone with this talent was working in a place below their station. But given his history, it made sense. Morris just wanted to work, and if he was lying about being an ex-con then the nicer the places he applied to, the higher the chances of getting caught. So he was slumming it, working below what his skill level warranted to try and blend in. Sadly, he’d need to start lowering the quality if he wanted to stay unnoticed. Food this good was going to get attention sooner or later.

                “Not that I’m complaining, but should I save room for dinner in case we’re going to another restaurant hunting for your Pallab guy?” Panic was working her way through a section of seabass with gusto that clearly said she wasn’t going to leave stomach space either way, but it was still polite to ask.

                “Doubtful. There are many restaurants in Port Valins, and Pallab could be at any of them, or at some other business entirely. This was our best lead on finding him. I can see why people feel the dishes leave them feeling overall well, they are supremely balanced and utilize many healthy ingredients, but it is a far cry from the effects that Pallab could conjure. Still, this is quite good. Perhaps we will come back here on another day.”

                Unseelie set her fork down. This was an odd situation, and a tenuous one at that, but she wasn’t gaining anything by staying sullenly silent. If she was going to be at the diplomats’ sides for the foreseen future, better to establish a dialogue. Through casual conversation, they might let something slip. It was highly unlikely, yet it still had a better chance of happening if she actually got them talking.

                “Why are we eating here? I agree that the food is wonderful, however that doesn’t address the question of why you had the chef cook for us in the first place. Are there no other leads to run down?”

                “Fewer than I would like, but some still remain,” Iliana said. “As to why we ate here, it was the best way to keep Morris from having trouble. If Heroes suddenly showed up, demanded to talk with him, and then left, it would raise many questions. The sort of questions a man in his position likely can’t afford to have people asking. On the other hand, if Heroes show up, demand to speak to him, and then dine at his establishment, it gives the appearance that you only wanted a meal and perhaps had some dietary or security issues to talk with him about beforehand.”

                Unseelie nodded, albeit begrudgingly. “I understood that part. I’m just not sure why it is you care what some ex-con chef had to deal with.”

                “Whatever you may think of us, it is not our intention to make innocent people needlessly suffer.” Iliana paused to take a sip of wine. Only she and Steven were drinking, yet they’d still managed to nearly kill a bottle on their own without showing any ill-effects. “We are merely here to do a job. While there’s little we won’t do to accomplish it, that doesn’t mean we are compelled to be careless or cruel. I’d expect you to understand the sentiment quite well, Unseelie. It’s not unlike the way Heroes approach a mission.”

                “Do you have Heroes in United Avalon?” Panic had paused from her seabass to ask the question, a seemingly innocuous look on her face. “I know you might not call them that or anything, but I guess I was wondering if you have Supers trained specifically to deal with Super threats. Pretty much every country has formed some kind of system for it, they’ve had to.”

                To everyone’s surprise, it was Steven who answered her question. “United Avalon has a police force like any other nation, but we don’t split the Blessed from the mundane as you do. Those with powers and those without are put on the same force, and are assigned to tasks appropriate to their skills. The mundane handle standard crime, while those with gifts also work against normal criminals as well as ones that abuse their powers.”

                “So not that far off from what we do, except that you centralized the systems rather than splitting them. Sort of like what Canada managed with their Ultra-Mountie program,” Panic noted. “Does that work well for you? When Supers join police forces here, there can be some resentment issues.”

                “Our system is new, of course, and the long-term sustainability has yet to be seen, but I feel confident we will make it work in time,” Iliana told her. “Perhaps you have resentment because you humor the humans’ thoughts of equality. Your culture likes to pretend that our kind and theirs are on the same footing, as though the blessings we have don’t inherently make us more powerful. Coddling humans is dangerous; it only leads them to anger when they are forced to face the truth. United Avalon does not subjugate our humans, but neither do we pretend they are as capable or useful as those with gifts. Our humans know their place in the world, and they are happier for it.”

                “There are plenty of humans capable of great things,” Unseelie countered. “Any given one of them could be smarter than any given one of us, depending on the powers we have. Or faster, or stronger, or more decent. Having a power doesn’t make us better than all of them at everything.”

                To her surprise, Iliana nodded in agreement. “Quite right. It does, however, keep them from ever being the best. The smartest of humans will never best the smartest of the Blessed, with their minds enhanced beyond natural limitations. Nor will the strongest human compare to the strongest of our kind, and so on. There is a ceiling for them, and they know it. All the hard work, all the effort, none of it can overcome what we were born with. They will never be the best at anything, and that makes the best of them all the more dangerous. They cannot surpass us, so they will hate us instead.”

                “It sounds as though you don’t care much for humans,” Panic said.

                “On a personal basis, I try to judge them case-by-case. But as a species, when they move as a group, I do not trust them. Humans know, instinctually if not consciously, what our arrival signifies. They are no longer at the top of the food chain. They have become secondary in their own world, and they will not accept such an indignity with ease.” For a fleeting moment, something like anger darted across Iliana’s face. It was well-controlled, yet Unseelie saw it all the same. Then it passed, and she continued.

                “I have seen what happens when humans struggle against the changing of the natural order. I have witnessed the suffering and destruction they leave in their wake. No, I do not trust humans, and you would be wise not to either. Sooner or later, the veneer of peace you’ve fashioned will fall away, and they’ll show you what they’re really made of.”

Blades & Barrier: Chapter 59

                It had been very tempting to have Bloodfyre tag along again on the next outing with the diplomats. His power was versatile, dangerous, and could turn a fight on a dime when applied correctly. In terms of raw destructive power, he was the best on the team. However, much as she might have liked the reassurance of having him near, Basil’s unexpected suicide had left Unseelie wondering if destruction was really the right tool for the job. True, those magnetic abilities could have easily been turned against the Heroes or diplomats, yet they hadn’t been. She needed to be as prepared as possible for more Supers willing to end themselves rather than deal with Steven or Iliana. And that meant she needed someone who could neutralize their enemies, whether the attacks were directed outward or inward.

                Ultimately, Panic was the best fit for the job until they knew more. It would take a tremendous amount of focus for anyone to manage an attack against her power, and hopefully that would buy Unseelie enough time to neutralize a confrontation peacefully. It was a risk, bringing less raw muscle along, but one that needed to be taken.

                The armored limo was largely quiet as they moved through the streets of Port Valins. Barely a word had passed between Iliana and Unseelie since the fight at Basil’s garage, and Steven had already been the quiet type. Panic was the only exception since she spent large chunks of time on the phone, coordinating events and knocking out her normal duties in the downtime. Even that was put away as the limo began to slow, pulling up outside a restaurant in a neighborhood that was a step up from the day prior, yet far from the most decadent area in Port Valins.

                Panic started to reach for the door knob, but Unseelie touched her arm carefully before turning to Iliana. “We had a deal. What are the four of us about to walk into?”

                “A longshot, truthfully.” To her credit, Iliana didn’t bluster or try to walk back their agreement. She met Unseelie’s gaze without hesitation. “Basil was our likeliest target; this is more of what we’ll be seeing. According to reports, this restaurant was recently taken over by a virtually unknown chef, and has since experienced a rapid rise in popularity. People say that not only is the food good, but that they also feel generally better after eating it. We are looking for a Super named Pallab, who had the ability to infuse food with all manner of different properties. Depending on his intent, he could prepare a dish that would never give off a whiff of poison yet kill an elephant in a single bite, or whip together a feast that made the diner alert, strong, and feeling full for days. It is our theory that he is cooking here under a false name, allowing only the barest fraction of his ability to surface.”

                “A Super cook. That’s a new one by me,” Panic admitted.

                “There have been many Supers who could change the properties of objects, although it is a creative use of a power.” Unseelie released her hand from Panic’s arm, who finally shoved the door open. “So we shouldn’t expect an incident like yesterday then?”

                Iliana gave a light, oddly proper, shrug. “I can’t tell you what to expect. I certainly didn’t see things with Basil going that way. Pallab is a wily man who has found many ways to use his gift in the past. I would advise you not to underestimate him, if conflict arises.”

                That was the end of the discussion, as Iliana and Steven followed Panic out, with Unseelie taking up the rear. They didn’t bother canvasing the block this time, both because this area was far less likely to see some unlucky crook approach a pair of Heroes and for the far more simple reason that Unseelie didn’t care as much about the diplomats’ safety. She was here as a guard just like she’d promised; only she was a guard for the city itself. So long as Port Valins and its people remained unharmed, Unseelie was at best ambivalent toward Iliana and Steven, even if their harm would cause problems for her. It might be worth the heat just to see them off of her streets.

                As they entered, there were some gasps from the diners. Seeing Heroes wasn’t quite and everyday thing, and they often caused a commotion wherever they went. It was one of the many reasons having masks and costumes was so important, that was what allowed them to slip away from such constant attention and have a few moments of life for themselves. Panic waved to the crowd, working them in her usual effortless way, while Unseelie kept to the task at hand. Her image was one of being all-business anyway, so no one was shocked that she ignored the stares and whispers.

                “We’d like to speak with the chef.” Unseelie didn’t waste time, striding right up to the nearest host and getting down to business. He stared at her, working through the shock for several seconds before finally pulling himself together enough to muster a reply.

                “Is there some sort of problem?”

                “I hope not, I really do, but we won’t know until we’ve talked to him.” Unseelie could feel the eyes on her, wondering what had brought a Hero out to this place. So many people here, so many civilians that could be caught in the cross-fire if there was an issue. “If you have a private area, we can wait there.”

                The host managed a half-nod, leading Unseelie and the rest of her party through the restaurant to a room clearly intended for large groups. The four of them took seats while the host left, waiting patiently as the minutes ticked by. Finally, a slender man in a white coat popped his head through, looking nervously between the Heroes and the diplomats.

                “Wow. Unseelie and Panic. They, uh, they really went all out, didn’t they.” He glanced over at Iliana and Steven again, eyebrows crinkling together. “I saw you both on TV the other day too. Why are diplomats here for my arrest?”

                “Arrest?” It was Unseelie’s turn to be confused.

                “Yeah. I won’t fight, I’m not stupid. I just wanted to make something of myself, you know? All those years lost, and then I kept trying to get honest work, but nobody wanted an ex-con, so I stopped admitting to being one. I knew someone might find out, I tried to keep a low profile. Just not low enough I guess.” He started to hold out his hands, then paused. “Can we… can we do this without the cuffs? I’d like to leave with some dignity in front of my staff.”

                Iliana rose from her chair, with Steven following soon after. “What is your name, chef?”

                “Morris Pittman, ma’am. Didn’t you already know that?”

                “We did not.” Iliana walked over and patted him on the shoulder. “Morris, we came here looking for a man, and you are not him. Unseelie, do you have any warrants or cause to bring in Chef Pittman?”

                “Not a one,” Unseelie replied.

                “Then it seems this was merely a case of mistaken identity. We apologize for interrupting your lunch service. I wouldn’t want anyone to think we came for an untoward reason, so perhaps you would do us the kindness of allowing us to order. Stopping in for a meal is a perfectly logical reason that the four of us would visit, after all. And please, show us the best food you can make, we’ve got more than enough to cover the bill.”

                Morris looked downright confused, but as reality finally set in that he wasn’t in trouble his cheeks went red and he began to nod vigorously. “Yes ma’am, of course. It would be a pleasure to cook for diplomats and Heroes! I’ll oversee the creation of your dishes myself.”

                He was out the room like a shot, and moments later a waiter came in to pour them all glasses of cold water. Iliana retook her seat next to Steven and then looked to Unseelie. “I hope you’ll forgive my committing us to lunch. I’m aware there is no love lost here, but we do all need to eat.”

                “It’s fine,” Unseelie said. She was still trying to figure out what kind of game Iliana was playing this time, but for now things had ended without bloodshed. So long as they kept going that way, she would play along. But she wouldn’t let her guard down. Being caught unprepared once had been more than enough for this mission.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 58

                “Welcome to another peek at the sexy, glamorous world of Subtlety!” Justin set the load of files and pages in his arms down directly onto the conference table, with Bayou hauling in another stack just behind him. “If you thought staking out was fun, you’re both going to crap your pants in excitement once you get a taste of today’s project: research.”

                Brett stared at the growing mound of papers, suddenly having flashbacks to senior year when all of his tests and projects were coming due. “Okay, I know this is probably a dumb question, but I’m going to want an answer eventually so I might as well get it out of the way. Why are we digging through a bunch of pages instead of going back to the neighborhood where the killer is? Wouldn’t it make more sense to keep hunting for them?”

                “We are hunting for them, in a way,” Bayou explained. “As far as in person searching goes, the odds of us finding our murderer are slim right now. Remember, we scared them away from the scene yesterday, so they know someone is on the trail. Anyone with enough sense to stay unnoticed for this long will go underground for a bit, wait until the heat dies down. But even if that were not the case, we’d still be doing this. Justin, would you care to tell Brett why that is?”

                There was no hesitation; Justin took the metaphorical baton as soon as it left Bayou’s hands. “To put in a nutshell: controlled engagement. Let’s say we did go back to the coffee shop and keep hunting for our target. We might find them on the street again, and when we tried to come after them there would be no shortage of civilians to use as cover or shielding. Even if we tried to trail them back to their hideout, they might spot us and then we’re in the same position. Basically, by going at it that way we’re letting someone else set the terms of the encounter. Now that’s unavoidable in a lot of Hero work, obviously when we react to stop a crime we’re engaging on the criminal’s terms. Whenever it’s possible though, we prefer to dictate the terms of the engagement. If we can figure out who our killer is, then we can get to them when they aren’t expecting it, minimizing the chances of a fight at all.”

                That certainly did seem like a more ideal way to catch a killer, Brett could see the appeal. He just didn’t quite grasp how they were supposed to arrive at that point. “Makes sense, but what can we research to figure that out? Are we looking for some sort of pattern to triangulate the killer’s base?”

                Justin chuckled. “I wish, that would probably be easier, but there’s no way we have the data to pull it off. No, what we’re doing here is using what little we know to find some likely culprits. After that, we start checking them out to see if any of them are our Super. If we find the target, great, if not, well I told you before: Subtlety involves a lot of dead ends.”

                “Seeing as we don’t even know if the killer is a boy or girl, I’m not sure how much we’ve got to go on,” Brett said.

                “We have more than you think.” Bayou began ticking off fingers on his hands as he spoke. “We know the general area that our killer works in, we know the type of person they target, we know a rough estimate of how long it’s been going on for, and we know the method of murder they use. The killer only goes after drug dealers, and only ones within a certain neighborhood. Justin, what does that point to?”

                “Revenge or retribution. The most likely scenario is that our killer lost someone to drugs, be it through an overdose or gang activities centered around dealing. Maybe they’re offing drug dealers to keep the neighborhood safe, maybe they’re hoping to get the one that was responsible and don’t care how many they mow through in the process.”

                “Couldn’t it just be some new Super in town who didn’t want to go through the HCP to fight crime?” Angela suggested. “Those do pop up from time to time.”

                “True, and it’s certainly possible,” Bayou said. “However we’ll see that soon enough. If the killer changes locations, then it’s more likely to be a vigilante. If they keep working in that same neighborhood, then it means they have a personal investment in those streets. Since we can’t research the former very easily, that means our best bet is to focus on the latter. Thus, today’s assignment.”

                Justin was already making the rounds, handing out stacks of pages to each person. “These are coroner’s reports on every gang-related murder and drug-overdose for the past year. Our job is to look into every person’s friends and family, seeing if they have anyone who might possess the necessary skills to take this kind of revenge. Pay special attention to ones that live near the hunting neighborhood or moved there recently. They might not be living openly as a Super, so don’t count on finding that part, although of course if they do have powers on record that makes them more likely candidates. If you’re unsure, put them in the potential pile. We’re going to whittle it down anyway, better we be too thorough than let something slip through the cracks.”

                “A year?” Brett was almost certain they’d said this issue had been limited to the last few months. “That feels like overkill. I trust you have a reason for going back that far, just trying to understand what it is.”

                “Our Super is careful,” Angela told him. “Really careful. Nobody pulls off a scheme like this without loads of planning. They may not have jumped right into drug-dealer murder when the person they loved died. There was probably some time devoted to figuring out how they were going to pull it off.”

                “Precisely.” Justin set the last stack down in front of himself. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that he’d taken on what was obviously the largest of the piles. “Look, I won’t lie; the odds of us finding our crook this way aren’t great. Subtlety is often a game of taking a lot of failures in stride until you hit on the one success. But when those successes come, they can make a huge difference. Plus, what better way to kill time until we get mysteriously whisked out of the country?”

                Angela tapped her chin a few times before answering. “I mean, a shopping day wouldn’t be the worst idea. I could use some new swimsuits if we’re heading to a tropical nation.”

                “We’re going there to investigate,” Brett reminded her.

                “With the cover that we’re tourists,” Angela countered. “So things like new swimsuits would help sell the image. But hey, digging through old reports sounds fun too.”

                She rolled her eyes at the end, even as she took her own stack and began looking through it. Since there was little else to do, Brett followed her lead and started to read as well. Maybe he’d be lucky and some crazy crooks would try to break into the base. It had to be better than a whole day spent doing homework.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 57

                The frown on Unseelie’s face was enough to unnerve most, yet Danny stayed stalwart as she looked over the page. They didn’t have long before she was due to arrive at the hotel where Iliana and Steven would be waiting. Officially, she was having one last debrief despite the extensive one she’d undergone after the incident at the mechanic’s shop. It was pretense, obviously, but neither Panic nor Hammerspace would complain about it, even if they did have to wait outside.

                “This is nothing, Danny. A religion based on the idea that powers are actually divine gifts, some paltry information from tourists who were clearly restricted in what they saw, a few half-assed conflicting accounts. Is this really all we have on United Avalon?”

                “It’s all I was able to get,” Danny replied. “You’re not exactly the only one interested in a nation run by Supers, but most of what’s been uncovered is being kept close to the vest. It doesn’t help that other agencies aren’t always inclined to play nice with the DVA; you know a lot of department heads don’t think we should even exist in the first place. And since we’re strictly a domestic organization, it’s not like I can kick up a big fuss about us needing information on foreign lands.”

                “Not even when their people are on our soil, getting people to kill themselves?”

                “Your own account supported the fact that Iliana never made a single threat, she only tried to talk to the man. And yes, people tend to be tight-lipped when the person asking for information has turned antagonistic toward diplomats of a country we’re allies with.” Danny let out a weary sigh and ran his hands through his hair. “Look, this is politics. If you’re expecting people to act with the greater good in mind then you’re going to be in for a lot of disappointment. Right now everyone either wants to make nice with United Avalon or be the ones who blow their operations open, but nobody wants to be caught making waves before they’ve got provable reason to. And you, Unseelie, are looking to make a lot of waves. That means you’re going to be mostly on your own until you’ve got something substantial.”

                Unseelie looked at the page for a few seconds longer before setting it aside. “I need proof to get the support, but it’s hard to get the proof with no support. Part of me wishes we’d never gotten this detail, beating up gangs is a much easier task.”

                “I can see why you’d feel that way, but as someone who actually lives in this town I’ll sleep a lot better knowing the Wayward Wraiths are overseeing this,” Danny said. “The good news is that I was able to get your interns a week off for ‘civilian integration and reconnaissance training’ like you asked. There’s no issue with them taking that week to go to UA as civilians either, so long as they use passports and travel through official channels. Just make sure they know that while over there, they are not Heroes. Not in any official capacity. If they break a law, let alone use their powers destructively, the DVA cannot and will not be able to shield them from consequences. They’re just a bunch of kids on a sight-seeing trip inspired by the diplomats they had a chance to work with. That’s the official story, and it had damn well better stay that way.”

                “Thanks, Danny. I know that can’t have been easy to swing. Angela understands the limits of what they can do, and I trust the other two to follow her judgement. Any luck reaching their guide?”

                Danny shook his head. “I routed the request through Dispatch, but she hasn’t heard back yet. You know how he likes to disappear into a job. If we don’t get something in the next few days, I’ll see if we can run him down.”

                “Give him time, let’s not go blowing an operation just to ask him for a huge favor,” Unseelie said. “So the kids are set for the trip and we’re working on the guide. Is there any movement up top after what happened today? Anything I can use while babysitting these two?”

                Another sigh. Now that she looked at him, Unseelie realized Danny had some noticeable bags under his eyes. The guy worked crazy hours as it was, throwing all these extra requests onto his back was probably taking a toll. At least she had a DVA rep who she could work with; Unseelie had heard plenty of tales from teams with much less accommodating ones.

                “Basil was a mechanic in a neighborhood known for chop shops who’d brushed off the cops at every turn. Seeing two Heroes walk in and offing himself… a lot of people are trying to spin it as a crook who knew he was busted and took the quick way out. Yes, I know its bullshit, and they probably do too, but it’s the explanation that keeps things easiest on the most people, so that’s what’s flying.”

                “What about the workers who scattered?” Unseelie asked.

                “No sightings so far, not that we’re looking that hard. No warrants, no records, not even names associated with them, and since Basil was never officially charged with anything they can’t be looked at as accessories. If they go to ground, there’s a good chance we might never find them.”

                That probably wasn’t ideal for a long-term solution, those people had clearly been leaning on Basil to lead and take care of them. Until Iliana and Steven were out of town though, Unseelie had to admit that they might be better off out of sight. She’d put in a request for resources to track them once things with the diplomats were settled, but not before. They might have a damned good reason to hide, and she wasn’t going to be the one to yank them out of the shadows.

                “Have Dispatch let me know if anything changes.” Unseelie rose from her seat, and Danny did the same.

                “Are you really going to stay with those two non-stop?”

                With a visible air of annoyance, Unseelie nodded. “Have to. I can’t ask anyone else to shoulder that burden. I might have you pop me back to the base at night so I can change and shower, but other than that I don’t plan to let those two out of my sight. Whatever is going on, I’ll be there for it. They wanted the Wayward Wraiths, and now they’ve got them.”

                “Be safe,” Danny said, giving her a quick handshake before she departed.

                Under her breath, Unseelie let out something that could almost have been considered a laugh.

                “I’m a Hero, Danny. Our job is never safe. But I’ll be as careful as I can. The last thing I want is to do something as silly as dying and letting those two have their way with my city.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 56

                Unseelie didn’t linger after dinner, only pausing long enough to change clothes and have a brief conversation with her intern. After that, she was planning to be out the door, taking Panic and Hammerspace with her for the night shift. It was decided that keeping the Heroes with interns around for the evening made the most sense, just in case they came up with questions or concerns about the impending trip.

                For Brett, he felt like he didn’t know enough to even be aware of what to ask. A cursory glance at the internet had shown him United Avalon boasted a largely tropical climate, meaning he had to dress for heat, but other than that he wasn’t really sure what to prepare for. Were they going to be walking into a militarized zone with armed men on every corner, or would it present the facade of a tourist mecca with cheap souvenirs and drinks all over the place? There were some tales from tourists online, most of which painted it as the latter. The thing was, United Avalon wasn’t high on many people’s travel destination lists thanks to the civil unrest, and the few who had gone there gave the clear impression that they’d been led along and kept in specific areas.

                The one thing that did jump out at Brett in his research was the fact that every tourist was asked whether or not they had abilities before entering the country. All of the ones posting were evidently human, so he had no idea what happened to Supers who made the trip. Maybe they just weren’t talking about it, maybe they were avoiding the country altogether, or maybe… maybe they weren’t able to come back. Surely that was him being paranoid though. If Supers were vacationing in United Avalon and not returning, their friends and family would make a ruckus, right? Brett really liked to think so, but the longer he worked as a Hero the more aware he became of the dark sentiment many humans harbored toward those with powers. A Super going to the land of Supers and staying might be brushed off by a lot of humans in positions of the authority, the reports never making their way to the DVA.

                Brett shook his head. That was crazy. Even if a few assholes out there held grudges, there was no way every Super who went to UA would vanish without someone noticing. And what was he basing this off of? The mere fact that no Supers were posting online about vacations to one spot. Working with Bayou and Gunk was expanding his horizons, but it was also starting to make him paranoid. Yes, the fact that there were only human accounts online was worth noting, however he needed to let the evidence tell him what the facts were, not try and force the facts to fit his wild theories. Right now, he knew too little to form a real hypothesis about anything. That was true of almost everything involving United Avalon, which was why they were going on this trip to start with.

                The fact that they would be asked if they were human or Super was worth knowing though. If it affected how they were treated, or what they could do within the country, then they’d have to choose their answer carefully. Even more so, they’d need to think of ways to show their gifts without giving away their true identities as Heroes, because demonstrations would almost certainly be needed if they claimed to be Supers.

                It was just one aspect of the trip, and Brett already found himself hung up with indecision. Shutting his laptop, he went back to packing for a while, getting every t-shirt and set of shorts he had into a single bag. This was more his speed, the doing rather than the dwelling. The heavy thinking was probably best left to the ones suited and trained for it, just like they’d leave taking hits to him. Brett still wanted to improve, to learn how to think more like Justin did when time allowed, but when the stakes were real he was more than happy to hand things off to the Subtlety Heroes.

*             *             *

                “You are the strongest of the interns.” Unseelie stood in Angela’s room while the intern was seated in a computer chair, watching her teacher intently. “I don’t say that to flatter you, but because you’re far enough along to understand that such a title is also a burden. Gunk is wilier than you, and Barrier is tougher, yet neither of them can match your capacity for sheer pragmatism. Charon is a survivor, a killer, a ruthless warrior who will do almost anything to survive. Most Heroes need years of practice and training to deal the final blow when a situation demands it. Yet when the time to kill comes, you don’t hesitate. Truth be told, that is one of my least favorite traits about you.”

                “If we’re being honest, same here,” Angela agreed. “I sort of wish I was more on the fence about it, more bothered by the morality. I don’t like killing, I don’t get any sort of pleasure from it. But every time it comes down to someone else or me surviving, it never feels like a hard choice. Killing comes naturally.”

                “Given your pedigree, all the things you’ve seen so early in life, I can imagine such would be the natural course. Still, regardless of where the inclination comes from, it is part of what marks you as capable. Just try to remember that it is far from the only thing that makes you strong. During this trip, you will have a Hero as a guide; I meant that, however you will be on foreign soil in unfamiliar terrain with no easy exits. If anything should go wrong, if the guide is killed or the group is separated, Gunk and Barrier will look to you. I’m not sure even they know it yet, but they would. While I dearly hope it is years before you take up the mantle of true leadership, sometimes life is not so kind. Sometimes it is thrust upon us before we think ourselves ready.”

                Unseelie stepped closer, kneeling slightly to look her intern dead in the eyes. “If it all goes awry, if your mission is compromised, then you will have only two objectives. Keep your team safe, and get home. I know you, Angela. I know the woman I agreed to take under my tutelage. I know that by giving you these commands, I risk seeing devastation in your wake. Survival is your greatest strength, even if the costs are high. So listen to me very carefully, and keep these words with you on the trip: there is no pain like burying the members of your team. None. And when they’re trusting you to lead, it’s all the worse. I don’t want you to hurt innocent people or take the sort of actions that tarnish what it is to be a Hero, but other than that I expect you to come home. All of you. If you have to make trouble to do so, if you have to break some rules, then as your team leader and teacher I will bear the responsibility for that. I find the idea far more preferable than putting more of my team in the ground. Do you understand?”

                “Yes ma’am. I understand.” Angela considered the order carefully, measuring it against her own capabilities. “I don’t know that I’m strong enough to keep us all safe, but I’ll do everything I can. At the very least, I’ll bring back something to bury if it comes to that.”

                “Much as I do like that you’re realistic in your goals, part of me hates that you’ve seen enough to gain such wisdom.” Unseelie patted her on the shoulder once before rising to her feet. “Just remember to look after one another. Beyond the tactics and the training, that is the core of what a team is. That is what will keep you all the safest.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 55

                Upon discovering the mysteriously sliced up corpse of a presumed drug-dealer, Brett had felt pretty sure that his group would have the most interesting story at dinner that evening. That notion lasted only as long as it took for Bayou to finish his report and Unseelie to start hers. Interesting as finding the dead body had been, it paled in comparison to locating a secret Super who’d killed himself as soon as he set eyes on Iliana. As Unseelie finished recounting the tale, wisps of anger peeking through as she explained her decision to keep the team as their bodyguards, heavy silence fell upon the room. This was big. Much bigger than what they’d been expecting, and while none of them knew what the full implications were yet it was clear that this was only the tip of something massive.

                “Okay, hang on. One thing doesn’t make sense to me,” Panic said, finally speaking after nearly a minute of quiet chewing. “If Iliana and Steven get that kind of reaction to being seen, why did they hold the big press junket? Sure, maybe one guy didn’t see the news, but if they have multiple targets then presumably some of them would. It doesn’t make sense to tip their hand that they’re here and coming for old UA citizens.”

                “We talked about that a little,” Bloodfyre replied. “Our best guess is that a lot of the people they’re after have holed up well. They even said that their detectives didn’t turn up much. So when someone is carefully-hidden and protected they’re tough to locate. If you spook them, on the other hand, and make them scared enough to flee their hiding spots, then there’s a bigger chance of them making a mistake.”

                “Flushing them out like rats from a nest.” Hammerspace hesitated, rethinking her analogy. “Except in this case, the rats are the ones doing the flushing, I guess? Iliana and Steven seem like assholes, that’s the point I’m trying to make.”

                No one debated her on that issue, between the secrets and the sudden suicide it was plain that more was going on than they’d been told about. That was bad enough in any situation, all the more so when they were dealing with powerful Supers in hiding.

                “Do we have any theories as to who these people they’re hunting are?” Bayou asked.

                Unseelie shook her head, poorly masking a twinge of annoyance. “We can make some guesses based on what we saw and heard, but calling anything a theory is giving it too much weight. Given that Iliana and Basil knew one another, and the brief conversation they had, my best shot in the dark is that they were both part of the rebellion. But their words also make sense if they were forced into killing by the Republic of Krezic during their time as test subjects. Even if either of those hunches is right about Basil, we don’t know that everyone they’re hunting has the exact same history. That’s one of the biggest problems we’re facing right now: we know so little about their country and how it came to be that there’s no way to substantiate any theories.”

                “I’ll reach out to some contacts to see what they can dig up, but there aren’t many people from United Avalon willing to talk,” Bayou said. “After what you witnessed today, I’m starting to see why.”

                From the corner of his eye, Brett could already see the hand go up. Angela wasn’t waving it or calling attention to herself, she was merely sitting there peacefully, waiting to be acknowledged. Unseelie noticed it too, visibly considering Bayou’s words for several moments before pointing to her intern.

                “Look, I know you didn’t love this idea, but us going to UA is still on the table.” Angela lowered her hand slightly, then used it to gesture to the other interns. “We could see what the place is like, find out the story that their people have been told about their freedom, and most importantly of all maybe figure out just who the hell Iliana really is. I get that you don’t want to send three interns off on their own-”

                “Angela, let me make this abundantly clear,” Unseelie interrupted. “Sending you three into a foreign nation alone would be irresponsible on more levels than I can count. Even if it is technically legal, you’d still be highly at risk, all the more so because you’d have to limit using your powers to avoid discovery. I cannot, and will not, entertain the idea of sending you three off alone to try and find information on foreign soil.”

                Unseelie paused, something in her eyes shifting as she did, before continuing. “However, it has become clear to me that we need to do something to better understand our situation. You three will be the easiest to have slip away for a couple of days without being noticed. I genuinely don’t intend to bring you around the diplomats again, so they shouldn’t catch on that you might be out of town. The rest of the team will need to stay here to avoid suspicion though. Which leaves me with only one viable option: I’m going to have to bring in someone else to act as your chaperone and guide during the trip.”

                 “Ooooh, are you bringing Titan back?” Angela asked. “I would love to storm United Avalon with that big ole bastard at our side.”

                “Strong as Titan might be, he’s not the most inconspicuous of people, even out of costume,” Bayou pointed out. “And given the nature of the mission, you’d be best suited by having a Subtlety Hero leading things. The point of this is not to start any manner of fight. It’s to get in and get out without being noticed. If no one even remembers you were there, that’s the best case scenario.”

                “I’m going to quietly reach out to some people I trust tonight. Hopefully within a day or two I’ll have someone who can give us the help we need. Until then, everyone is to go about business as normal. Bayou and the interns will continue hunting our killer, the rest of you are still on bodyguard rotation. Two of you will have to help cover the night shifts. I’ll still be there but even I need to catch some sleep. Otherwise I’m taking one of the slots at all times. The rest of you might be called on to follow us in secret if needed, we’ll see how much trouble the next visit causes.” Unseelie finished the orders and scanned the table, meeting the eyes of each one of her team members. “Does anyone have other questions?”

                “Tons,” Panic said. “But I don’t think you or anyone else here is going to have the answers. For right now it seems like you’re on the right track. We do the best we can to keep the city safe while figuring out what the hell is going on.”

                Unseelie stood for a moment longer, waiting to see if there would be more questions or comments, but when none came she took her seat at the table. “Everyone remember, we’re going to be playing a lot of things by ear in the days to come. Interns, pack your bags tonight, when the time to go arrives you’ll need to move fast. Everyone else, costumes at the ready and comms on at all times. Whatever direction this goes in, I want us to be prepared for it.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 54


                There wasn’t much Bloodfyre could imagine making the situation worse, but Iliana’s reply looked like it sent a shock through Unseelie, her already narrowed features flashing with fury. In a moment, Unseelie had crossed the room on a crash course for Iliana. Quick as she was, Steven had a shorter distance to cover, planting himself between the two women before they could clash. Unseelie didn’t brush him aside, yet, but Bloodfyre moved into a better flanking position just in case. It didn’t matter what the DVA or government said, if shit hit the fan he would have Unseelie’s back above all else.

                “What do you mean ‘no’?” Unseelie was keeping in control, even as her hands flexed into fists unconsciously.

                “I mean that I will not be providing an explanation for what just happened. I won’t insult you by pretending I didn’t know the man after we just had a conversation, but that’s not the same as reading you in on our entire situation. That information is classified by United Avalon, so it would hardly be the place of a mere diplomat to let you in on it.”

                Unseelie’s eyes wandered from Steven to Iliana, and then back to the dripping mound of metal in the center of the room. “He killed himself rather than talk to you. Basil killed himself rather than talk to you. I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you’re damn sure not just some diplomat. And if you don’t want to open up, I can’t force you. Not until I make my report and get DVA permission. But this trip is done. I’m getting you out of my city before sunset, so go back to your hotel and pack your shit.”

                “Throwing us out would be quite a feat,” Steven told her, holding firm mere inches from her face. “We didn’t commit any crimes here. You heard Iliana tell that man all we wanted was to talk. She can hardly be held accountable for how he chose to respond to that simple request. I’m sure the government that’s been so friendly to our budding nation will feel the same way.”

                As he watched the exchange, Bloodfyre felt his own anger starting to boil. Not just due to Steven’s words, but because of how right they were. What happened here was suspicious, no one would debate that. It wasn’t suspicious enough to cut diplomatic ties with a nation of Supers so close to their borders though. Maybe Iliana and Steven would have to explain themselves to people higher up the chain, however when the dust settled they’d almost certainly walk away with nothing more than a verbal slap on the wrist. They knew that without something concrete, they were untouchable.

                Unseelie seemed to reach a similar conclusion. The fight in her eyes dimmed as she let out a long breath and looked over to Bloodfyre. “We’ll make our report back at the base. Hopefully someone out there is willing to listen. As for you two, this bodyguard shtick is over. Find some other patsies to be your escorts. The Wayward Wraiths are out.”

                “Are you sure about that?” Gently, Iliana reached forward and grabbed Steven’s shoulder, moving him aside. That done, she stepped closer, looking Unseelie right in the eyes. “Think this through. We’re going to be here, in your town, until our job is done. What you just saw Basil do? That was nothing. The barest tip of his true power. I’ve watched him wield a tornado of tanks, firing the massive things like bullets from a gun. And he’s not the only one of our people with such capabilities. The next one might not decide to go quietly. They might opt to try killing us and whatever Hero escorts we have, with no concern for the collateral damage they cause or the bystanders caught in the conflict. As you’ve said, this is your town, Unseelie. Your people. Your streets. Is there anyone more qualified to protect Port Valins from destructive threats like Basil than you and your team?”

                There was a moment where Bloodfyre really thought Unseelie was about to slug an international diplomat right in her slightly glowing face. The tension in Unseelie’s fists sure spoke to an ass-whipping on the horizon. But Unseelie was nothing if not capable of keeping her judgement in spite of emotions, and slowly her hands loosened as she let out a long hiss of a breath.

                “I am still making my report. I am still going to do all I can to get you bastards thrown out of here. And even as I say that, I know it won’t make a difference, but you clearly want us to stay on the job. Much as I hate to admit it, you even have a point. If something like this is happening in Port Valins then I’m going to want to be there to make sure it stays as contained as possible. However, something like this will never happen again. If you want my team, then this was the first and last time you let us walk into a situation blind. Had I known what Basil could do, there were a lot of different ways I might have been able to save him, or stop him if he’s turned violent. You don’t want to read me in on classified history? I can deal with that. But from now on you will tell me and my people what sort of threats we’re walking in on. No more surprise powers.”

                It took longer than Bloodfyre would have liked, but eventually Iliana nodded her head in agreement. “Since that much information reveals little and helps you keep us, as well as the city, safe, I don’t mind providing it. Just be sure your team knows I won’t be answering follow-up questions.”

                “Don’t worry about my team; you’ll never need to deal with them. From now on I’m going to be present during every shift that involves you two leaving the hotel, and I’ll probably stay with you there as well. I’m not sure what in the hell you’re pulling, but I won’t risk my people any more than I absolutely have to. Get used to me, Iliana, because as of this evening I’m going to be a constant in your life.”

                “Why not until the evening?” Iliana asked.

                “I told you: we have a report to make, and I don’t trust you out with anyone else. Besides, I need to bring my team up to speed on the new situation.” Unseelie broke their stare, walking over to the door and yanking it open. “Both of you get in the limo. We’re going back to the hotel where I can drop you off under DVA protection. I’ll be back this evening. If you don’t like it, complain to the DVA and get us taken off the job. I’d welcome an excuse to wash my hands of you both.”

                Iliana took Steven by the arm and began leading him outside. “No, I don’t think there will be any need for that. An afternoon alone isn’t so bad if it means keeping the best the town has to offer in our employ. And I’m sure we’ll need to make a few calls as well.”

                Together, the diplomats strolled outside, utterly unworried about being assaulted. Once they were out the door, Bloodfyre approached his leader.

                “Are we really staying with them after this?”

                “We have to,” Unseelie replied. “Unless you’d rather have them pulling this shit without us there to keep an eye on them. Friends close, enemies closer, you know the drill.”

                “I still don’t like it.”

                For a moment, the fire in Unseelie’s eyes flashed again. “Oh, we’re not going to just take it. We’ll be getting very proactive with this. That’s part of why I wanted to call a team meeting. There’s a lot to discuss and not much time to get things rolling.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 53

               A mechanic’s garage wasn’t an inherently dangerous place, aside from the possibility of self-injury with a tool, but one located in an area of Port Valins that was… economically depressed, had some risks to visiting. Most of those risks vanished from the street as soon as Unseelie and Bloodfyre stepped out of the armored limo. Some had been creeping closer, curious who would drive such a luxurious vehicle to this part of town even in the middle of the day. Others darted off as soon as they saw the vehicle arrive, assuming that anyone willing to drive something like that down here had the necessary power to keep it. But no one wanted to tangle with a Hero, especially someone like Bloodfyre. He wasn’t known for being especially brutal, but by virtue of his power’s destructive nature any confrontation with the Hero would almost certainly end with serious injury. Sometimes it was worth rolling the dice, just not when a Hero whose energy eroded flesh was on the scene.

               It didn’t take long for Unseelie and Bloodfyre to sweep the area. Most of what they were doing was making their presence known, although they did scan for potential threats along the way. It would take a damn stupid criminal to make a run at two Heroes, or a Super who was very confident in their abilities. Both Heroes hoped that showing themselves would ensure the situation stayed peaceful. The best fight was one that never started.

               Once that was done, they broke into pairs. Bloodfyre got the diplomats out of the limo while Unseelie moved inside the garage. Rumor of her arrival had clearly reached the owner and workers before she did, as a bald man with a stern expression was awaiting her inside the door.

               “I don’t give a shit who the cops send, I don’t sell stolen parts and you won’t find any here.”

               Unseelie was taken aback, though she kept her face neutral save for a mild expression of curiosity. “I beg your pardon?”

               “That’s why you’re here, right? Trying to intimidate me? The cops think every garage down here is a chop shop just because this is where we can afford to do business. Well you show me your warrant and then you can search the place, but you won’t find shit. I run a clean business, and once this is done I’m calling my lawyer. Sending down a Hero just to scare me has to be intimidation.” He was staring her down, determined not to show any fear despite the fact that he had to know how powerful she was.

               While she wasn’t completely sure what she’d just stepped into, Unseelie could put the pieces together easily enough. In the span of seconds she decided the best way to proceed here was diplomacy. Force was an option, often a useful one when people started a discussion off with this level of aggression, but it sounded like this man had already dealt with too much of people wielding their power against him. Kindness and understanding were the smarter option, unless he decided to escalate the situation. If that happened, her hands were tied, but she hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

               Extending her hand, Unseelie gave the fuming man in front of her a rare public smile. “I think there’s a misunderstanding here. I wasn’t sent by the police, or anyone else, to search your shop. I’m just acting as security for someone who wanted to visit your establishment. My name is Unseelie, and I hope it will be a pleasure to meet you.”

               He stared at her for a long moment, then at her hand, then at the workers who’d grouped up behind him. Begrudgingly, he finally accepted the handshake. “I know who you are. Everyone who lives here knows who you are. And I don’t trust you, but I’ll play along for now. My name is Basil Linard, and this is my garage. So tell me, Unseelie the Hero, what visitor do you have that wants to come to a place like this?”

               “They should be in any moment, my associate was just waiting for me to let him know everything inside is safe. Which it is, by the way.” Unseelie had left her channel open so Bloodfyre could hear everything she said. Now that he knew they were clear to enter, he should be bringing the diplomats in. Although it was risky, she decided to add a little more clarification. Basil was already defensive; if he was going to react violently to a surprise then better it happened before Iliana and Steven were inside. “Perhaps you saw the press conference yesterday, about the diplomats from United Avalon. They’re the ones who wanted to come see you.”

               The shift in mood wasn’t what she’d expected. Basil, the man who had faced down a renowned Hero without batting so much as an eye, took a step back. He was scared, and so were a lot of the other workers. That was odd. If they were just being offered safe passage home, what was there to fear? Maybe they really didn’t believe that United Avalon had taken control from the old republic and that they were about to be kidnapped. Or… maybe they knew exactly who was coming and were afraid of the diplomats. Basil’s eyes darted about, clearly making note of which exits were close enough to run to.

               “Mr. Linard, is something wrong? I’ve been assured that the United Avalon diplomats are only here to-”

               “All of you, run. I’ll hold them.” Basil’s fear had faded; in its place was a stern look of resolve. Without provoking him, Unseelie adjusted her stance. She had a hunch of where this was about to go and wanted to be ready to react. The other workers were standing still, looking at him in shock, until Basil whipped his head around and screamed at them. “Run!”

               They broke, dashing out the back door, many staring at Basil until they were unable to see him any longer. Unseelie let them go, she didn’t have orders to pursue mechanics. Her only job right now was to keep the diplomats safe, and Basil seemed like the biggest threat at the moment.

               “Mr. Linard, I’m not sure what’s happening, but I urge you not to do anything stupid. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

               “The rest of them were failures. Tell her that. Tell her there’s nothing to get from them.” Basil raised his hands, and Unseelie noticed a few screws in the corner begin to shake. Was he telekinetic?

               “Tell me yourself, Basil. I like the new surname, it fits you well. But keeping your first made you the easiest to find. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure it would be you.” Iliana had arrived with Steven next to her and Bloodfyre standing before them. “Listen to the Hero, we just want to talk. Don’t get you and your friends into more trouble than necessary.”

               Basils’ eyes widened as he caught sight of her, his outstretched hands trembling slightly. Unseelie almost rushed him in that moment, until she caught site of a nearby car bumper shaking as well. He was on the edge, anything sudden could set him off, and without knowing his power it was impossible to say for certain if they’d be able to protect the diplomats.

               “You look well, Iliana. Much better than when we were living in the dirt. Power suits you. It always did. Not me, though. I never wanted this.”

               “That so? I remember you wielding yours quite effectively when the time came.” Iliana took a step slightly closer, and Bloodfyre moved himself between her and Basil. “We need you, Basil. All I want to do is talk. I swear it upon our very suffering.”

               “I believe you,” Basil replied. “You would sit down with me, and talk, and when it was done I’d come with you. You’d make me believe it was necessary again. But eventually, I’d come to my senses and have to live with whatever I did. So please, leave my place of business now. Don’t force me to protect myself.”

               Unseelie edged a hair closer. Whatever was about to go down, she’d need to act fast when it did. She just wished she had a better idea of the power Basil was wielding. Why hadn’t Iliana told them this man was a Super?

               “What will you do, Basil? Kill a pair of Heroes just to try and take us out? Is that going to ease your guilt?” Iliana demanded.

               “No. Nothing can ever wash the sins from my soul.” Basil’s eyes shut and he lowered his head, as if in surrender. “I only ask that God forgives me for what I must now do.”

               The entire shop turned to chaos in an instant. Everything metal was suddenly airborne, whipping about at incredible speed. It was a wave of destruction, all crashing together and converging on a single point in the room. Unseelie tried her best to stop it, but it was too much. Even she was only one person, one person who could only block so much.

               Finally, it ended. All the lights had been torn from their sockets, so only Bloodfyre’s brilliant red energy, wrapped carefully around Iliana and Steven, lit the room. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to see the aftermath of what Basil had done. Where he’d stood was a lump of fused metal, so tightly bonded that one couldn’t make out a trace of the man who’d previously occupied that spot. It was not, however, so perfectly sealed that blood couldn’t leak out, which was why a pool of red was rapidly spreading across the concrete floor.

               Basil had killed himself. Violently, powerfully, and without any chance for them to stop him. He’d entombed his own body rather than talk to Iliana. Slowly, Unseelie turned to stare at the pair of diplomats.

               “You two had better have a damn explanation for what just happened. And I. Mean. Now.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 52

                Gunk got as close as he dared to the remains of the body as he examined the cuts that had turned a man in a snakeskin jacket into mere meaty chunks. He obviously couldn’t touch anything, this was a murder scene and the police would need to go over it in pristine condition. They still had time to kill as they waited for Barrier and Charon though, so he used the wait to try and figure out what had cause the slices. Every cut was clean, almost inhumanly so, creating a perfect separation from the other pieces of the body. Something was off, however, and it didn’t take long to figure out what. There was almost no blood around the body, or sprayed along the alley walls. Craning his neck to examine a stump, Gunk caught the slight scent of seared meat. Strange. The body didn’t show many telltale signs of being burned, but the wounds had been cauterized as they were made. Not perfectly, however. A few pieces were still dripping, meaning the cut-and-sear technique probably required some manner of focus or concentration. If nothing else, the lack of blood did explain why it was so easy to hide the murders. No blood meant that once the remains were tossed, there wasn’t a crime scene for people to stumble across.

                Finally standing back to full height, Gunk stretched his back and noticed Bayou watching him with a curious look. “Sorry, did I get too close?”

                “No, I’d have stopped you if that were the case. I’m more surprised that you were able to get so near a fresh corpse without any ill-effect. Truthfully I was expecting you to come up after a few seconds, green in the face and looking for a trash can.”

                “Nah, I’ve seen much worse than this.” Gunk paused, realizing how that sort of statement sounded without context, and hurried to clarify. “Pretty much everyone in my family is a doctor of some sort. I spent my childhood getting groomed for that career, going off to special classes and camps to learn the trade. Even shadowed my dad for the summer after freshman year, when he was still trying to talk me into giving up this Hero thing and taking on the family trade.”

                “Seems like an easier path that training to be a Hero,” Bayou said.

                That part was hard to argue with, so Gunk didn’t bother trying. “I’m sure it would have been. But medicine can only do so much, it’s harder to save someone once they’re already hurt. I decided I’d rather be on the proactive side, keeping them from ever needing a doctor in the first place. And honestly, I don’t know if I can handle the sense of helplessness a doctor feels when there’s nothing they can do to save a patient. At least here, there’s always another punch to throw.”

                The mood had grown quickly somber, and Gunk realized he’d opened up perhaps a bit too much in response to a simple remark. It was habit with Bayou, when dealing with his mentor he made it policy to be as forthcoming as possible, but this probably wasn’t the right time or place for that kind of discussion. Luckily, Barrier and Charon chose that moment to jog into view from another alley, dressed in full costume and both properly shielded.

                “You didn’t chase our killer?” Charon asked, barely stopping before she started her probe.

                “We don’t know which way the murderer went, or their capabilities, or whether they were leading us into a trap. So no, shockingly we didn’t charge blindly off leaving a crime scene open to tampering.” Bayou didn’t linger on Charon long, his words had said enough. Instead, he turned to Gunk. “And while we waited for the police to arrive, it seems Gunk has figured out something interesting. Judging from the faces he made while studying the corpse, anyway.”

                Barrier and Charon both looked to the ground, where the body lingered. With a quick hop, Barrier jumped a few feet away, while Charon seemed undisturbed by the sight. Instead, she hunkered down and got slightly closer, keeping the same safe distance that Gunk had.

                “Huh. That’s weird. I know a thing or two about dismemberment and there should be more blood. A lot more blood.”

                “If you look at the stumps and take a sniff, you’ll see some signs of cauterization,” Gunk told her. “My best guess is that we’re dealing with a Super who has some manner of heat based abilities. They could be using them to turn a normal blade into a burning weapon, or creating a weapon out of fire itself, or some other method we haven’t considered. There’s not enough to go on yet for anything conclusive, but those wounds definitely point to some kind of heat being in play.”

                “What if it’s a tech-Super who built a weapon?” Barrier asked. “Wouldn’t that account for the cauterized cuts?”

                Gunk shook his head. “The inconsistencies on some cuts make it unlikely. If this were a tool that a tech-Super built, I’d expect it to work the same during the whole process, especially after they’ve had time to fine-tune it over so many kills already. The fact that some spots didn’t sear speaks to an element of concentration. Basically: tools function the same over repeated use, but a human element has the potential for more mistakes. This is all conjecture; of course, it could be something totally out of left field. Right now all we can do is examine the evidence and play the odds.”

                “That is very astute, Gunk. Well-reasoned indeed.” Bayou walked over and hunkered down next to them, doing an examination of his own. From some distance, they could dimly hear the sounds of sirens approaching. It wouldn’t be long now before the police arrived to take over, freeing the Heroes up for whatever next step Bayou had in mind. “You missed one thing though.”

                Hefting himself up, Bayou walked over to a wall in the alley and pointed to a small section of brick. Everyone clustered near him, straining to get a view. It took a few seconds, but eventually they could see what he was pointed at. It was tiny, less than half-an-inch at most, a small nick in the wall that had been melted.

                “How hot does something have to be to melt brick like that?” Barrier asked.

                “Very,” Gunk replied. “Very hot. Especially to do this sort of damage in the span of a moment, which is presumably how long it made contact with the wall. This looks like our killer stabbed the victim a little too hard and caught a bare tip of the wall. It’s odd though, anything this hot should have left more blatant burns on the wounds.”

                Bayou pointed to the victim’s remains. “There are parts of the body we can’t see without moving it, more may get uncovered when the police arrive. However, between this and the inconsistent cauterization, we can safely conclude that the Super in question is using a method that swings wildly in temperature over short amounts of time.”

                “Cool,” Charon said. “So what does that tell us?”

                “On its own, very little,” Bayou replied. “But now that we know one of our killer’s hunting grounds, we can start setting up surveillance. And thanks to this crime scene, we now know that our top priority should be looking for sudden, unexplained thermal spikes. Whatever tool they are using to make these kills, it should stand out like a beacon when in use. This, my interns, is the first step toward capturing our rogue Super. And we found it by patiently waiting and watching, rather than storming onto a scene.”

                Leaning over slightly, Barrier whispered in Gunk’s ear. “I think I’m starting to see the appeal of Subtlety.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 51

                “It’s a pity the interns couldn’t make it; they were quite delightful young Heroes.” Iliana was smiling placidly from the other side of the limo, looking for all the world like she was making polite conversation. Which she really might be, Bloodfyre had to remind himself. They’d found reasons to be suspicious, but that wasn’t the same as full-blown proof of criminal plans. While this job made the people who did it more paranoid with every passing year, Bloodfyre tried to remember that most people told fibs not because of grand schemes but out of petty desires or insecurities. Iliana was probably such an example. At the very least, he should treat her that way until he had proof to the contrary.

                “It is a shame,” Unseelie agreed. “Sadly, manpower was needed elsewhere. We are trying to keep abreast of any potential threats to your safety during the visit, and that means a lot of bodies to look into possible issues.”

                “Anything we should be aware of?” Steven didn’t speak much, Bloodfyre had noticed, and when he did it was always related to the job they were doing or their security. It certainly wasn’t a crime to shy away from small talk, Bloodfyre himself appreciated the comfort of silence, however it was an odd trait to find in an international diplomat. Talking was, ostensibly, a big part of the job.

                Unseelie shook her head. “Nothing substantial yet. Just a few rumors about potential Super-involvement in the disputes about what people control what territory. The police have the overall situation largely in hand, but it’s not unheard of for people to try and buy up Supers as muscle in these situations, so we’re taking every report of potential Supers very seriously. The interns are helping run down one of those cases. Hopefully it will turn out to be just more bluster.”

                Of the many traits Bloodfyre admired about Unseelie, her tendency toward truthfulness was among the highest on the list. That wasn’t to say she never told a fib, anyone keeping a secret identity was going to have to fudge the truth here and there, but as a whole she rarely resorted to such tactics unless truly necessary. Even in her explanation to Iliana, Unseelie had said only true things. She’d shifted the context and left out a few details, but her words had all been honest and accurate. Probably a good policy when dealing with international diplomats. If this did turn into trouble, they had to worry about the possibility that the government would side with UA over the Wayward Wraiths. Heroes were important, especially ones with a reputation like their team, but Bloodfyre didn’t imagine for a moment that they’d be seen as more valuable than an entire country of Supers to ally with.

                “And what if it’s not just bluster?” Iliana asked. “What if it does turn out to be a threat?”

                “Then I have full confidence they will handle it. Bayou is one of the most skilled, capable Heroes I’ve ever worked with, and all of our interns this year bring amazing gifts to the team. It would take an incredibly powerful Super to defeat all of them, especially working together.”

                A flash of surprise flickered across Iliana’s face. “Interesting. Most Heroes I’ve met, they would have said there was no threat that could defeat their team. But you do consider it a possibility?”

                “Of course. No matter how good Bayou is or how gifted those interns are, there will always be Supers with enough raw power to overcome it. Maybe through luck, force, or wit, but it could be done. There have been Supers who could wipe out entire cities, I’d be foolish to think there was no threat my team couldn’t face. Even if we were all together, working at our best, it’s possible that we could lose.”

                “Not exactly the most reassuring thing to hear right before we’re about to go strolling around what I’m told is a rough neighborhood,” Steven pointed out.

                “Assuming victory as a given is a dangerous mindset, one that is often short-lived.” Unseelie wasn’t giving ground; her voice was as sure and confident as ever. “Every threat has the potential to be the last one we face. If I forgot that, assumed we were so powerful that nothing could beat us, I would grow lax. My surety would sow the seeds of our defeat. Better to know that death is always there, waiting with scythe in hand for the moment I over-estimate myself or my team. We fight smart, hard, and careful, and that’s why our team has such a good record. I’d think you’d prefer bodyguards who took every threat seriously, rather than ones who made needless mistakes.”

                Bloodfyre’s eyes wandered to Steven, taking in the man’s expression. Did he know about Unseelie’s past? It wasn’t exactly a secret, few things that Heroes did ever were for an abundance of reasons, but it also wasn’t something that got talked about a lot. Those questions had gotten dangerously close to the tragedy of Unseelie’s own internship, and while she might be okay talking about it Bloodfyre resented seeing this near-stranger pick at her mental scab.

                Thankfully, Iliana stepped back in, retaking control of the conversation in short order. “I, for one, absolutely appreciate that, Unseelie. To that topic, are there strategies you’d like us to have in place if something does happen? Maybe a code word to have us jump behind the car or run out of sight?”

                “When things go crazy, people tend to forget codes they haven’t had drilled into them. Just listen to Bloodfyre and me, do exactly what we say, and keep your heads down. I truly hope no one out here will be dumb enough to step up against two Heroes with reputations like ours, but there’s no accounting for people’s stupidity. If a problem does occur, we’ll work to handle it as quickly as possible. But, and this part is really important, if you see either of us get killed then you need to bolt. Call the DVA, I’m sure within minutes they’ll have agents and more Heroes teleported in to help, but do it while running. Anyone strong enough to kill us is going to be dangerous, and the further you are from them the better the chances you’ll survive.”

                Despite the slight nod of her head, Iliana seemed conflicted. “I must confess, it goes against the grain of my nature to entertain the idea of leaving someone behind like that. Especially when you’ll have put yourself in harm’s way for our sake in the first place.”

                This time, it was Bloodfyre who replied. “Don’t think of it as running; think of it as protecting the mission. Given our level of training and experience, anyone who can kill us will probably make short work of you two. Better you flee and call in backup to help whichever one of us is still alive at that point. And even if it fails and we’re both dead, if you’re alive it will mean we went down completing our mission. Death is awful, for the ones left behind as much as those lost, and it’s a lot worse when you see someone go out failing to do their job. At least when Heroes die as part of a successful mission, it feels like they went out accomplishing something. So you running wouldn’t just be for your sake, it would be for the ones mourning us as well.”

                “I shall endeavor to keep that in mind if peril appears, although I dearly hope no such situation presents itself,” Iliana said. “If today leads to nothing more than kind words and telling our people they can come home, I would be quite happy.”

                The limo began to slow down, easing to a stop. Through the window, Bloodfyre could see the stares that the vehicle was getting, but this was the armored car that Iliana and Steven had purchased, so they had to make do with it. Together, he and Unseelie exchanged a look before grabbing the door handles.

                “Both of you wait here for a moment,” Unseelie said. “Bloodfyre and I will do a quick sweep, and if everything looks clear then you can exit and we’ll get this job underway.”