Blades & Barriers: Chapter 45

                A lot of reporters had shown up for this. That might have surprised Angela earlier in the day, but after seeing the diplomats purchase an entire hotel and confess to using a network of detectives, Angela had learned not to underestimate their level of influence. She wondered how many of the people crowded into the room were there for the story and how many had come because their boss ordered them too, likely working off the directive of someone higher up in the company who’d gotten a generous donation. It didn’t really matter; there was nothing illegal about paying for exposure, hell that was the basis for all advertising. Still, the thought nagged at her. She didn’t love how skilled Iliana and Steven seemed to be at manipulating things behind the scenes. Especially when Angela’s own mentor was working as their guard.

                Not that things were going smoothly on that front. Unseelie and Iliana had hit a bit of a disagreement over whether or not the Heroes should be on camera. Unseelie had argued that if someone attacked the diplomats they needed nearby protection, while Iliana didn’t want to appear with anyone besides Steven on camera.

                “I’ve told you already, my people are cautious. If they see an American Hero up there with me, they’ll wonder if my statements are truly my own, or if you’re there to make sure I say what I was told,” Iliana explained.

                “I could just as easily threaten you from off-screen, that doesn’t even make sense,” Unseelie countered.

                “We are not dealing with logic today. Steven and I are fighting against fear and paranoia, both of them well-deserved. Yes, some will know that you being there means nothing implicit, and others will suspect me to be under duress regardless of who is with me, however for some your presence would make a difference. They must see us, two of their own people, by ourselves reaching out to them. It is what will compel them to trust us. Even if it means only connecting with one more of our people, I cannot risk losing that person. The entire building is under DVA supervision, and you will be only a few feet away. Let me do this job as it must be done, Unseelie. Trust me, as I trust you with our lives.”

                Angela genuinely wasn’t sure if Unseelie would go for it or not, until she slowly inched her head forward into a nod. “Fine. But if I see anything that looks suspicious, I’m jumping in.”

                “I have complete faith in your judgement.” Iliana touched Steven’s arm briefly, and together the two of them stepped out in front of the room of reporters, making their way to a table practically covered in microphones. It was the first time they’d been away from the diplomats since arrival, and Angela wasn’t inclined to waste the opportunity.

                “When you think it’s safe to talk, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you.” Angela kept her tone soft, but didn’t go into a full-blown whisper. She didn’t know if either of the diplomats were concealing an aspect of their power to enhance their hearing, and she didn’t want to risk tipping her hand.

                “Not to worry. We’re going to have a meeting after our shift is over. There are a few things I’d like to talk over as well,” Unseelie said. “We’re probably on the same boat.”

                “Really?” Angela couldn’t keep the surprise off her face. She hadn’t thought Unseelie noticed the deception.

                This time, it was Panic who replied. “Oh yeah, you caught it too? Iliana keeps pushing the idea of only her and Steven being on camera, saying the United Avalon refugees need to see the face of their own people. But the thing is, until Iliana took this job she was supposedly just another Super test subject. Steven too, if accounts are to be believed.”

                There was something there, a thread that if Angela pulled, she was pretty sure she could unravel. Since they only had so long to talk, though, it seemed more expedient to simply ask someone in the know. “What’s the issue there?”

                “Simple,” Unseelie said. “If Iliana and Steven were really no-name-Supers under the Republic of Krezic, why would any of their escaped countrymen recognize them? They could be actors hired by the new regime to play the part of diplomats.”

                “Crap, that’s right.” Now that Unseelie had pointed out the flaw in their mission, the rest fell quickly into place. “Which means that either they’re not really here for the reason they say, or they weren’t nobodies before the Republic of Krezic fell. Either way, we don’t know the whole story.”

                Panic grinned a little as Angela sorted things out. “Precisely.”

                “I guess that explains why Iliana might be hiding her real power.”

                It was a tad bit satisfying for Angela as both Panic and Unseelie turned to her, surprise on their faces, with the latter letting out a half-whispered reply. “Iliana is doing what now?”

*             *             *

                While most of the team didn’t like to be interrupted for anything short of an emergency during these hospital visits, Bayou had always made it a standing policy that he could be reached nearly anytime. Over the years that had led to many half-eaten meals, a handful of movies left only partially seen, and one particularly inconveniently timed interruption during a sexual encounter with a partner who, understandably, refused to ever take his calls again. But Bayou remained firm in his resolve to always be reachable, and he was working on training Gunk to follow the same path. Being a Subtlety Hero meant jumping on opportunities when they came, because often the windows were fleeting. That was why it was important to always be in the loop, and that was also why Bayou touched his earpiece and walked discreetly into the hallway midway through the hospital visit.

                He returned a few minutes later, carefully and diplomatically extricating Gunk from his current group of admirers and pulling the intern out of earshot. Once they were alone, Bayou broke down the situation for him.

                “I just had a message passed to me from Reina. She’s learned something we’ll be interested in and wants to meet, the sooner the better. I’m going, but if you wanted to stick around here that’s okay. I don’t need backup, you’ve already met her, and days like these really aren’t as frequent as we’d like. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to stay.”

                “No, I’m with you,” Gunk replied. “Nice as all this is, if I wanted people cheering for me I’d have gone the traditional Hero route. But I went Subtlety because I know where I excel, and it isn’t in places like this.”

                “Could have fooled me. The kids loved you.” Bayou had actually been a little surprised how well Gunk took to the children, most people needed a little time to get used to the situation.

                “I’ve had practice, enough that I don’t need more. What I could use is the experience of being at your side, seeing how you work at every opportunity. So count me on this, please.”

                “It’s your call,” Bayou told him. “If you want to come along, then that’s fine. I just didn’t want to make the choice for you. Everyone deserves a little time away from the fight now and again.”

                “If I get to that point, I’ll let you know.” Gunk tilted his head to the nearest exit sign, a colorful one pointing toward the elevators. “In the meantime, I think we’ve got some unsavory characters to meet up with.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 44

                It had been a very long time since Brett was in a hospital. While it was true that he’d ended up in his HCP’s infirmary a couple of times, those were only to recover from exhaustion and weren’t nearly the same experience as a full blown hospital visit. Growing up with a power that kept him safe made Brett immune to most of the common injuries of childhood. The last memory he could recall of being in a hospital was from early childhood, before his power had manifested. Brett had taken a tumble and hurt his arm, which needed X-rays. It was so far back that if he really focused, he could remember bits and pieces of his mother still there, standing alongside Hank Rhodes nervously waiting for the results.

                Brett tried not to look back at those memories too often.

                Thankfully, this experience was nothing like his other trip to a hospital. He’d been braced for a lot of sadness walking in, after all the idea of seeing children struck with illness didn’t seem like it would be a happy thing to witness, but he’d underestimated the crowd they were visiting. There was a lot of life left in these kids yet, and all of it seemed to come bursting to the top as soon as they laid eyes on the team of Heroes stepping through the doors of their ward. At least half a dozen swarmed on Bloodfyre immediately, and he scooped most of them up in a big, gentle hug before greeting the children by name. Bayou wasn’t kidding; Bloodfyre really must have spent loads of his time doing trips like these.

                While Bloodfyre was unquestionably the biggest draw of the group, Bayou and Hammerspace were both dealing with their own mini-mobs as well. With the initial wash of excitement passed, Brett noticed that not every child had leapt up to run over and greet the Heroes. Some were still in their beds, and judging from the number of tubes sticking out of them it seemed unlikely they’d be getting up anytime soon. There was no doubt in Brett’s mind that eventually Bloodfyre would make his way around to every one of these kids, but until he could Brett decided the best way to use his time was visiting with them. Since he and Justin were the newbies, they were in lower demand, so no one would be disappointed if they walked away from the main group.

                “Let’s go say hi to those kids,” Brett suggested. He glanced over to Justin, who was staring at the room with a half-focused expression. It was the first time he’d seen Justin zone out in any way, usually the guy was all about being on the ball, and the experience was unexpectedly disconcerting. “Gunk, did you hear me?”

                “Huh?” Justin blinked a few times and gave his head a quick shake. “Yeah… yeah. Sorry about that. You’ve got a good idea, let’s go greet some kids.”

                Before they’d even crossed the room, Gunk had shifted into his liquid form, eliciting “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd. He wasn’t done yet though, as the viscous goo produced a set of colorful balls and began to juggle between different undulating tentacles. Brett found the whole spectacle unsettling, but the children seemed to be entertained and that was all that mattered.

                A strange realization struck Brett as he watched Gunk cross the room while putting on his act: this was the first time he’d encountered a group of people that were genuinely happy to see him and his team. Even when they fought crime on patrol, the people they helped were usually scared and upset. These kids were genuinely overjoyed that the Heroes had shown up today, though. Brett hadn’t expected how hard that feeling would hit him, or realized how much he needed it. Today they were working without moral complexity or complication; they were simply trying to bring a little more joy into the world than had been there before. No wonder the other Heroes called this the good side of the job.

                Racking his brain for trick ideas, Brett followed Justin and his growing crowd of on-lookers to start cheering up the bedridden children.

*             *             *

                When Panic and Steven returned to the room, they weren’t alone. A couple of DVA agents had come with them, along with a few people who looked half-frantic and ready to collapse. These, as it turned out, were the production assistants from the various news services trying to coordinate the press conference. Given how little warning they’d gotten about this event, Angela could only imagine what a shitshow scramble setting it all up had been. Evidently they’d pulled it off, however, since they’d come to deal with Steven and Iliana’s makeup before heading down.

                Normally she imagined this was a process done somewhere a little more professional than a suite crowded with Heroes and DVA agents, but working with such high-profile people meant bending when necessary. A small team of make-up specialists, carefully watched over by the DVA agents, arrived and began doing basic foundation on both of the diplomats so that the lights wouldn’t wash them out. Whether they wanted anything more extensive was up to them, this was simply the basic layer needed to appear on television.

                Amidst all the bustle, Angela kept searching for an opportunity to covertly pass along her information to Unseelie. She didn’t like keeping a secret from her mentor, especially not one that might turn unexpectedly relevant at any moment. True, Iliana didn’t seem to be gearing up for an attack, but if she were planning an ambush wouldn’t that also be the case? Angela reminded herself for the fiftieth time that one bit of false information didn’t make Iliana a criminal or a monster, and besides that there weren’t even any worthwhile targets around the diplomats yet. Unless they were aiming to kill their Hero bodyguards, and even then there had to be easier ways to go about it. The whole situation was worrying, especially for a woman who wasn’t prone to playing a double-faced role. Charon had always been an upfront character to play: ass-kicking first, last, and all the way in between. She’d feel a lot better when she could finally pass her discovered secret along to someone with a little more experience.

                That chance didn’t come during make-up, however, and as the last bit was applied another assistant came to the room, rushing in and nearly getting tackled for her efforts, to tell everyone it was almost time to start.

                “Thank you,” Iliana said, rising from her chair. She hadn’t gotten much more than the make-up base done, perhaps with a touch of enhancement here and there. Given that her skin literally glowed, Angela could see why Iliana might not add a lot to it. The effect alone was already impressive enough. “Unseelie, are your people ready to go?”

                “Always and at a moment’s notice.” Unseelie’s reply was as quick as her promised response time. She locked eyes with Panic, who immediately headed into the hall. “Panic will check the first hallways and we’ll start heading down. Ready for your big moment on camera?”

                It may have been Angela’s imagination, but she thought there was a touch of mirth in Iliana’s smirk just before she replied. “And then some. I daresay I have been ready for this for a very long time.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 43

                 Reina stepped over the groaning body of a man with his hands pressed tightly to his stomach. He was covering some sort of wound, gunshot or knife remained to be seen, keeping the pressure on in hopes that he’d last until an ambulance arrived. She liked that, respected someone who could keep their cool even in the brief chaos of a shootout and the horror of seeing their insides try to escape. When this was over, depending on how things went, she might very well offer to patch him up.

                Other leaders maintained their authority through extravagant payments or making their minions afraid. For Reina’s money, however, there was nothing to ensure loyalty quite like salvation. Rescuing the lives of her employees was part of that, it was hard not to feel somewhat indebted when they were yanked back from the Grim Reaper’s clutches. The real chain to bind them was in what seemed like a kind gesture, however: Reina’s willingness to heal their families. Save a man from death, and she’d have earned gratitude. Save their child, spouse, or parent; breathe life into them when every other option seemed lost, and they’d follow her into the pits of Hell without so much as a second thought. And they always had someone who needed help, if not when she met them then at some point in their service. It was a dangerous world, filled with disease, tragedy, and never enough healers to go around.

                Ignoring the groaning man on the floor, Reina kept walking, making her way to a large gentleman who was not clutching any part of his anatomy. That probably had a lot to do with the fact that his limbs were either broken or bleeding from gunshot wounds. She could still save him, if she were quick and motivated, however Reina felt no compunction to be either of those things. While she still considered herself a doctor, there was a large difference in “doing no harm” and simply choosing not to act. She didn’t have to kill him, that part was already done, all she had to do was let it happen. Once, perhaps, Reina might have felt guilt about watching a man die. Nowadays, it didn’t even mess with her sleep schedule. She’d cut out plenty of cancerous tumors in her time, this was just one more incarnation of that.

                “I told you not to store, deal, or traffic in this neighborhood, didn’t I? I was kind about it, I really was. We had a nice dinner, I opened some good wine, and I let you know that I was fine with your enterprise so long as it didn’t spill into any of my protected territories. So why, Gustav, why did you push me on this? Did you think because I offered an olive branch first I wouldn’t be holding a blade in my other hand?”

                “You won’t… get away…”

                “With this,” Reina finished his sentence for him; she didn’t have time to dawdle. “Except I will. My workers are very efficient and extremely adept at using the styles and calling cards of other known criminals. In this case, I think the police will find that the attack matches all the hallmarks of Diego from the north side of town. With that and the well-known animosity between you two, it will be an open and shut case. They won’t be able to prove anything, sure, but they also won’t bother looking for other potential culprits. Now if we can get back to the matter at hand, why did you take a risk like this? I really want to know, I’m looking for constructive feedback, maybe my next negotiations won’t end up so unproductive.”

                “Will… you… save…” Gustav began to cough, spitting up blood in the process.

                “No, I can’t very well do that. Not after I went to all the trouble to get you here. But I can turn off your pain receptors and flood your brain with dopamine. You’ll still die, Gustav, that’s going to happen regardless. The only question is do you want to go slow and full of pain or numb and happy?”

                Reina waited patiently as Gustav finished coughing, checking her watch only once. They still had time. Not a lot, but enough to see what she could get out of this near-corpse. Finally, Gustav nodded and Reina reached over, laying a hand onto his exposed forearm. She did as promised, killing all pain signals his body was sending. While she was working, she also paralyzed most of him from the neck down, just in case he got any ideas about swinging with that broken body of his.

                “Oh god… oh my god that feels so much better.” Gustav was staring at the ceiling, looking like he’d glimpsed the face of the lord himself. “You really are good with that power.”

                “Maybe so, but you don’t have long for this world. I turned off the pain so you could talk, now get chatty. Tell me something good and you get the dopamine. Waste my time and I’ll not only turn the pain back on, I’ll crank it up to eleven.” Reina’s hand stayed near his arm, making the threat as obvious as possible.

                Gustav swallowed as best he could to clear his throat. “I didn’t want to come into your turf, but I had too. Someone has been choking me out of the old territory on the west side. Not a rival or anything like that either. I don’t know what’s going on. My guys just started turning up dead in dumpsters. No demands, no warnings, nothing. I send some muscle to investigate: dead. More dealers: dead. There’s no one dealing there, it’s not about the turf. It’s like they just wanted us gone. You’re scary Reina, but you’re at least a person. Some unseen force killing my guys… how do you even fight that? I needed cash to get more recruits and supplies, so I took a risk. Bad risk, I guess.”

                “Bad risk,” Reina agreed. “Did you find out anything about whoever was cleaning up your men? Cops get involved?”

                A bloody snort escaped Gustav’s lips. “Yeah, I called the cops right after I called the Heroes, gave a nice long statement and everything. Fuck no; I handled that business in house. Never found out anything though, and I called in every favor I could for information. No one knows nothing, no one saw nothing. It’s like fighting a damn ghost.”

                “Mean fucking ghost.” In Reina’s experience, dead men rarely bothered with lying, and Gustav had never been that adept at deception in the first place, which put her in a strange position. She was going to have to accept that he was telling the truth, and that meant some crazy bastard, almost definitely a Super, was wiping out dealers left and right without leaving a scrap of evidence behind. That was some scary shit. Thankfully, she wasn’t as without hope as Gustav. Reina had other options, like a team of Heroes who had specifically asked her to keep them abreast of underworld trouble while they had diplomats in town. Hell, if she played this right she could get this ghost taken care of and have Bayou owe her a favor. It was never bad business to have a Hero in her debt.

                “Anything else?” She wasn’t expecting much, and Gustav didn’t surprise her. He just shook his head, neck wobbling a bit as he did. The guy was bleeding out, he didn’t have a many heartbeats left in this world. Gently, Reina reached down and kept her promise, forcing his brain to release so many chemicals Gustav probably wouldn’t even be able to understand he was dying, let alone be afraid of it.

                With him taken care of, she stood back up and surveyed the remainder of the room. Her people were almost done with cleanup, which was just as well. She needed to get home, shower, and then place a call. After all, Reina had to look presentable when she met with a Hero later on.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 42

                Babysitting diplomats was turning out to be roughly as exciting as Angela expected. Sure, the fact that one of them was keeping a secret made it mildly more interesting, and there was the potential to be attacked at any moment. Until any of that actually happened though, her job was to sit around, wait for the press conference to be set-up, and watch as Iliana and Steven reviewed page after page of documents. Part of her had wondered what it would be like, serving as envoy to another country. She’d even imagined herself in the role once or twice, exploring new cultures with a tinge of danger looming constantly in the air. Then she’d gotten a look at how the job actually went and her half-cobbled daydream withered on the spot. Hero work already had too much paperwork for Angela’s taste, which was a statement that depressed her more the longer she thought about it.

                Eventually Steven and Panic left the room to attend to some details and Iliana took a break from her pages. She walked over to the refreshment table, helping herself to a soda and carefully lowering herself into a seat near Angela. The composed, slightly-glowing woman took a tenative sip from her drink before letting out a soft belch moments later. Iliana flushed from her neck to her ears, turning the light on her skin a slightly crimson shade.

                “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t expecting that. We didn’t have these sorts of drinks when the Republic of Krezic was in charge.” Iliana moved the can like it was a bomb set to go off, gently setting it down on an end table before jerking her hand away.

                “No need to apologize. I’ve heard and done worse just this week.” Angela wasn’t entirely certain that this was comforting, or appropriate, but it was the only thing she could think to say in the moment. “I’m way more shocked that the old regime didn’t allow soda. That seems crazy. What about beer? Don’t tell me you guys never had any beer.”

                “The Republic itself had plenty of both beer and soda,” Iliana clarified. “What I meant is that we weren’t permitted any. Supers were kept under close observation, our diets among the many things that were constantly controlled.”

                “Oh. So, was that all Supers, or… you know what, never mind. I think I was about to go down a very undiplomatic road there, and I’m sorry for even getting close to it.”

                Iliana smiled, a strangely endearing gesture given what Angela already knew about her tendency to hide things, and carefully patted Angela on the arm. “It’s fine. You want to know if they did that to all the Supers, or just the ones they were experimenting on. In other words, you were about to ask if I was a test subject. It’s okay, Charon. You’re not the first to broach the subject, and you won’t be the last. I wouldn’t have been selected for this job unless I was comfortable talking about my past.”

                “That’s quite brave of you.” It was the first time Unseelie had joined the conversation, glancing over from her guard position near the door. Angela had a hunch that if she hadn’t backed off the questioning, Unseelie would have intervened. It was a lucky break that Iliana was being so cool about the near gaff.

                “Thank you, but I do not consider this bravery. Those working hard to build our new nation back home, rooting out the last of those loyal to the old government; they are the truly brave ones. I am only asked to talk and tell my story while living in luxury. Many jobs are far harder than my own.” Iliana paused, her hand creeping over and picking up the soda once more. “To answer the question you were too polite to ask, Charon, the short version of the truth is that yes, I was among the test subjects of the Republic of Krezic. Would you like to hear the longer version?”

                Angela’s eyes darted over to Unseelie, who gave her no expression in response. Iliana had opened the door, whether she wanted to walk through it or not was on Angela. Asking wouldn’t be rude, but it would probably end with her learning something uncomfortable. People didn’t typically provide off-ramps on conversations going to pleasant places. In the end, curiosity won out. Angela was the type to always prefer knowledge over ignorance, even when it made things more complicated.

                “If you’re comfortable sharing, then I’d like to hear the longer version,” Angela said.

                “Then I shall tell you. The truth is that under the Republic of Krezic every Super was considered a test subject. The only ones who lived in any sort of peace were those who managed to hide their powers from the moment they manifested, and even then the government forced Supers with detection abilities to try and root them out. I have met a handful of Supers who lived free during the old days, all of them with weak powers and careful natures. For the rest of us, we were usually scooped up within a week of gaining our gifts.” Iliana was strikingly calm as she spoke, no emotion or tremors creeping into her voice. This was her story, and she’d told it only the gods knew how many times over the years. With a wary expression, she took another sip of the soda, this time without the follow-up belch.

                Angela, on the other hand, was trying hard to stay collected as a fire of rage kindled inside her. She couldn’t imagine being hunted down like that, caged and experimented on because she could do something others couldn’t. Would she have gone peacefully, or died taking as many as possible with her? It was easy to say now, as the woman she’d grown into, but if she’d been child without her grandfather’s teachings it was impossible to guess. She was just grateful she hadn’t ever had to find out.

                “What about Powereds?” Unseelie asked from her spot near the door.

                For the first time in her tale, Iliana’s face flickered with sadness. “Powereds… those poor souls. They were the easiest to find, for obvious reasons, but few could actually be put to use by the government. They were considered the most expendable of test subjects, used for procedures with almost no chances of success. Supers were seen as valuable commodities to be researched or bent to the will of those in charge. Powereds were viewed as disposable, and treated thusly. When the revolution came, we freed all those who remained. There were horrendously few.”

                “No wonder it’s taking so much effort to convince the ones who left to come back,” Angela said. She was trying to keep her mind on the task at hand now, refusing to entertain images of her life, her family, if they’d been born in the same situation as Iliana’s people. Even if she didn’t fully trust the woman, there had to be some grains of truth in this story. The revolution itself and the UN’s investigation afterward confirmed the largest pieces of her tale.

                “It is a difficult task,” Iliana agreed. “And yet one that I must not fail on. So many of our people are out there scared, paranoid, looking over their shoulder at every turn. I need them to know that it’s finally okay to come back. They have somewhere they can be safe at long last. If it takes me the rest of my life, I won’t stop until every last one of my brothers and sisters knows that they have a home.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 41

                “Don’t bother changing out of costume,” Bloodfyre cautioned. “Either of you.” They’d just arrived back at base, their DVA loaner vanished as soon as she’d dropped them off, and Brett had yet to take even a single step in any direction.

                “We doing a team patrol today? All four of us walking the street, smiling at babies and scowling at evil-doers?” Justin seemed more excited than the situation really called for, until Brett remembered that he didn’t do that many patrols. Bayou was more of a working behind the scenes kind of Hero, so his apprentice had to be the same.

                “Not quite. We don’t often get days like this, where we have a reasonable certainty the odds of being called into battle are low, so it’s important we use it well.” Bloodfyre paused, and Brett’s mind filled the silence with possibilities. Would they be training? Hunting down a ruthless crook who’d evaded capture? Some sort of team tournament to see who the current strongest was?

                “I know that look,” Hammerspace said. “You’re going to the hospital.”

                “Way to ruin the surprise. I was going to wait until we got there to explain.” As a devoted intern and student, Brett would never accuse his mentor of pouting. Were Bloodfyre anyone else, however, Brett might have described his expression as at least pout-adjacent. “But yeah, Hammerspace is right. We’ve got the time to do some good, and we’re going to use it. I already had our agents put together a truck full of merch so we’ll have stuff to pass out. There are even a few Charon and Barrier pieces in the collection.”

                Bayou patted Justin on the back. “There will be some Gunk stuff coming soon as well. We just have to get you to a certain demand threshold to justify the first run. It happens slower for Subtlety Heroes, but we get there.”

                “Believe it or not, I’m okay with not being too well known yet,” Justin replied. “The way I see it, the less people who know about me, the better I must be doing my job. If I could retire with a history of doing good and no one knowing my name, I’d be the best Subtlety Hero of them all.”

                For a moment, Bayou looked a bit taken aback, then he was smiling once more. “There are rumors of a Hero, or maybe a group, who works like that, but no one I’ve talked to seems to know for sure. You may change your tune after this though. We see a lot of bad in this job, you’ve both been on it long enough to know that damn well, but there’s also a good side to it. Once you get a look at the faces of those kids being surprised by their Heroes you may decide you want a little notoriety after all.”

                “Wait, surprised? Don’t they know we’re coming?” Brett asked. “It seems like you’d have to coordinate with the staff ahead of time for this kind of event.”

                “Trust me, it’s better if no one knows until we’re there. For safety, as a starter, since there are some pieces of shit out there that would take a swing at Heroes even when we’re surrounded by sick kids. Then there’s the press. By the time we leave they’ll be clumping up at the entrance, and its fine to give them a few soundbites, but if they know we’re coming in advance they’ll sneak into the hospital and disturb the children. We’ve made arrangements with most of the local facilities and they’re okay with us doing drop-ins as long as it’s not too early or late.” Bloodfyre was grinning, not an uncommon sight as the man was more cheerful than his name implied, yet this time it was bigger than normal. Brighter too. Brett realized that this might be the first time since joining the team that he’d seen his mentor genuinely excited about something.

                “When we get there, follow Bloodfyre’s lead,” Bayou suggested. “He’s done more of these than any of us, and that’s without even counting the kids he’s met with for Dream Granters.”

                “He’s in second place for most Dream Granter visits. Can’t seem to catch up to that wrestler guy no matter how hard he tries though.” From the wry tone of Hammerspace’s voice and the smirk she threw Bloodfyre, it seemed this was a common point of teasing.

                “I’d beat him if I had the free time.” Bloodfyre replied so quickly that there was no denying he’d known the joke was coming. “And anyway, nobody is really losing in a contest like that.”

                “Except you. Because, you know, second place is still losing,” Hammerspace shot back.

                A creeping wall of green suddenly sprang up between the two, thick vines cutting off all but the barest glimpses between one another. All eyes turned to Bayou, who somehow managed to look surprised at the sudden growth despite the fact that the vines were coming from his hand. “Much as I’m sure we’d all love to watch you both bicker all day, perhaps you need reminding that our time until the next shift change isn’t infinite. Let’s get it in gear and show these rookies one of the bright spots of our world while there’s enough time to do it properly.”

                There was some grumbling from both parties, but neither Hammerspace nor Bloodfyre looked back at each other as the wall of vines withered and rotted into mere dust on the floor. “Much better,” Bayou said. “Bloodfyre, have your truck start heading over, we’ll meet them at the hospital soon. Gunk and Barrier, come help me carry some pots from my lab. I keep a supply of seeds that sprout into plants that give off therapeutic smells and those always go over big with patients and staff, so we need to bring as many as possible. Hammerspace… I guess just don’t antagonize Bloodfyre until he’s finished handling the truck issue. Everyone has five minutes and then we head out. Objections?”

                No one raised their hand or voice, so Bayou motioned for the interns to follow and headed off down a hallway. Brett and Justin stayed close, not daring to stray too far behind. As they walked, Justin elbowed Brett in the arm to get his attention. “You nervous?”

                “Not really. We’ve seen real action in the field already, after fighting criminal Supers trying to kill me the idea of being around sick kids doesn’t rate too highly on my fear-scale,” Brett replied.

                “Yeah, but criminals are easy. They hit you, you hit them, and eventually one of you stops. This is different. People are going to be looking at you expecting to be wowed and inspired, you’re a representative of the entire Hero community and everything you do or say reflects on Heroes as a whole, at least in the mind of whatever kid you’re talking too. Maybe it’s just me, but that seems like a lot of pressure.”

                “Well it didn’t until you framed it that way.” Brett closed his eyes and tried very hard not to think about the points Justin had raised. “Shit, why did you have to say all that?”

                “Seemed only fair that we both be have the jitters,” Justin explained. “And watch your mouth. If you curse in costume in front of a bunch of kids… between the team and the press I just can’t see a way that ends well.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 40

               Iliana was lying. Not about everything, at least not as far as Angela could tell, which might not be very well given what a good act Iliana had put on with that light show. Under different circumstances, Angela might have swallowed it without question; there was nothing about the woman that spoke of deceit. Honestly, Angela wasn’t even sure how she knew Iliana was lying. She’d never met someone besides her grandfather with powers so similar to her own, so this had her in uncharted waters.

               But Angela did know that the diplomat was lying, and there was no part of her that second-guessed what she’d sensed. When Iliana had tapped into her abilities, Angela had felt the depth of the woman’s reserves, the intensity of the light stored within her. She had no idea if she could utilize Iliana’s internal light the way she did the stuff that floated freely through the air, but she could still feel it. And holy damn, was there a lot of it to feel. In the brief glimpse Angela had gotten it had felt like standing outside on a cloudy day, when suddenly a break appeared and the sun shone on everything around her. It was only a few seconds long, yet in that span she’d seen something massive, maybe even incomprehensible, and then the clouds had hidden it away once more.

               There were, of course, any number of good reasons for a diplomat not to announce the full spectrum of their powers. Iliana might have been concerned that the human DVA agents would get startled, or the government might be fearful of letting someone with a dangerous gift entry into the country. Still, Iliana had made a big show of demonstrating what she and Steven could do, which made it curious that she’d keep so much tucked away. Unless the entire reason she’d done the demonstration was so that they’d think they knew what the duo was capable of while keeping their true potential hidden. It wasn’t a bad idea, actually. If not for her power tipping her off, Angela probably wouldn’t have question any of their show. Aside from light, Iliana radiated polite sincerity. In hindsight, that should have been the first sign she wasn’t to be trusted.

               Ultimately, Angela didn’t know for sure what to do with the information. There might be a perfectly harmless explanation, or something more sinister could be afoot. It wasn’t her job to decide what to do though; she wasn’t the leader of the team. When their shift ended, Angela would tell Unseelie what she’d discovered. How they proceeded from there would be up to her, and Angela was thankful for that. She considered herself great in a fight and good with people, but matters of secret powers and international diplomacy were still out of her depth. That was why she’d worked hard to get a mentor like Unseelie in the first place: to learn these lessons so that one day she would be capable of handling them.

               “How would you like to begin your mission?” Unseelie was speaking again now that the others were gone and they could all finally get down to business.

               Iliana looked over to Steven briefly before turning to Unseelie and Panic with her peaceful smile still fixed in place. “We’ll be holding a session with local media in a few hours, hopefully getting the word out will bring many of those we’re searching for to us. Until then, I think we’d like to rest and review our documentation. We’ve hired several private investigators over the last few months to run down as many leads as possible, so that’s where we’ll be starting the search tomorrow.”

               “I see. No one mentioned that you’d employed investigators,” Unseelie replied. There was something in her voice, not quite suspicion but a little less open friendliness than had been there before.

               Iliana either didn’t notice the minor shift in tone, which seemed unlikely given her job, or chose not to address it. “Yes, we’ve learned it’s best to work quietly whenever possible. Obviously for a trip like this such a thing is impossible, but in terms of gathering information we get much better results when the name United Avalon isn’t anywhere near the work. As a high profile personality, I’m sure you can understand the necessity of such methods.”

               She made a point. An official inquiry from United Avalon would be vetted and discussed through multiple levels of government, but slipping cash to a local private eye would get fast answers without too many questions. While Unseelie still probably wasn’t too happy about someone working on the sly in her town, her voice sounded friendlier when she spoke next.

               “There’s a lot to be said for working quietly, I suppose. Did you get many solid leads from your investigators?”

               “A few, though less than we’d hoped for,” Iliana admitted. “Reaching those burrowed in deep will be difficult. My dearest hope is that when they see us, talk with us, they’ll know we speak the truth and that it’s safe to come home. But The Republic of Krezic wielded deceit and misinformation freely as their weapon of choice, I fear just seeing me on camera will not be enough to truly assure all of our people. They’ll need to meet Steven and I in person, shake our hands, look in our eyes and know that we are earnest. Some will come after the story. Others we will have to search out. It’s our hope that the first group will give us leads to the second.”

               “We’ll make sure the message reaches as many people as possible. I’ve got a few friends in the media, and trust me when I say this is a story they plan to run with.” Panic looked quite reassuring, and for no small reason. As the team’s head of media coordination, she wasn’t blowing smoke. Even after only a few weeks with the Wayward Wraiths Angela had seen the amount of pull Panic had. She never seemed to throw her weight around either; favors were always done with a grin and a slap on the back. It was a style of diplomacy that Angela immediately admired and instantly knew she’d never be able to properly duplicate. Panic had an inherent likability that couldn’t be faked, at least not unless someone was a master manipulator.

               Steven stepped forward, drawing closer to Iliana and the team. “We appreciate any aid you can give. Though Iliana is focusing on the positive, you are all clearly smart enough to know what this sort of media saturation means. Anyone with cause, real or perceived, to attack United Avalon will know precisely where we are and how to reach us. Your jobs will not be easy ones, and we commend you for undertaking them.

               Unseelie waved him off immediately. “Like I said, keeping people safe is what Heroes do. Although, if you’ll permit me for saying so, I wish you’d reconsider your choice of location. A hotel like this has lots of other guests that might be collateral damage. We’d be happy to set you up a safe house or give you some rooms at our base to minimize civilian involvement, if you were open to the idea.”

               Steven opened his mouth to reply, but Iliana put a hand on his shoulder and spoke first. “Yes, we considered that possibility. That’s why we’re waiting until this afternoon to alert the press. That ensures that every other guest will have time to check out and be clear of this building. No one will be staying here but us until the mission is finished.”

               A long beat of silence filled the room as everyone pieced together what Iliana was telling them. “Hang on,” Panic said finally, “are you telling me that you rented all the rooms in this hotel and kicked everybody out?”

               “Certainly not, that would be wildly impractical,” Iliana replied. “We simply purchased the entire hotel outright. The details were finalized just before we came here, and right now the DVA is carrying out the transfer and evacuation. It was a bit of an expense, however we are guests in your country and it only seemed proper to risk as few civilian lives as possible.”

               Unseelie and Panic both took the news in stride, but Angela felt her eyes widen a bit at the realization that these two had bought a very expensive looking hotel on what sure felt like a whim. United Avalon, apparently, was not here to fuck around.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 39

                It was hard not to be a little nervous as the line moved forward and Brett’s turn drew closer. Fighting other Supers was one thing, he’d been trained for most of his life how to handle that sort of situation, but diplomacy and politics were completely different animals. As minds are prone to do, his brain tossing up scenarios of things he could say or do wrong, supplying them as fast as he shoved the old ones away. He got so swept up in the miasma of nerves that he almost didn’t notice that his turn had arrived and Iliana was staring at him. Thankfully, the sudden need to move put him on autopilot, keeping his brain from stumbling over itself.

                “It’s an honor to meet you ma’am. My name is Barrier.” He shook her hand carefully, meeting her eyes as he spoke. She was taller than he’d realized when sitting down, nearly as tall as him, and he wasn’t exactly a short fellow.

                “The honor is mine, Barrier. And please, no ma’am and no titles. Just Iliana.” Her grip was firm, practiced, the kind of handshake he’d expect someone seasoned in politics to give. When it ended he stepped over, moving to greet Steven while Justin took his place with Iliana.

                Steven’s handshake was about the same, but he had little else in common with Iliana. While his expression was neutral, there was a hardness to his eyes that was impossible to miss. This was a man who was on the lookout for trouble and suspected that anyone might be its agent. Despite the visible suspicion, his tone was perfectly controlled and polite when he spoke, clearly he’d put a lot of practice into this. “Nice to meet you, Barrier. Please take good care of Iliana and I.”

                “I’ll give it all I have,” Brett assured him.

                Those hard eyes looked him up and down a single time before meeting Brett’s gaze once more. “You seem well-trained and fit; I hope your gift has been adequately developed as well.”

                “Like all powers it’s not unbeatable, but it’s taken me far and I’ve worked hard to master it.”

                “He’s being modest; Barrier there is a real tough guy to put down.” Angela, who’d preceded Brett in line, had apparently decided that this was a situation where she should chime in. Brett glanced to the rest of the team, waiting for them to quiet her, but no one seemed bothered by the outburst. “I’ve fought him myself, and I guarantee his power is up to snuff.”

                “Is that so? Then I shall lean hard on you should a moment demand it, Barrier.” Steven released his hand and turned to Justin, who was the last member of the team making his introductions.

                Iliana stepped away from her fellow diplomat slightly, taking the attention of the suite with her as she moved. By the time Justin and Steven finished their greeting, she was standing in a central point where everyone could see her easily. She didn’t do anything to signal that she was about to speak, yet Brett knew it was coming all the same. Whether it was the shining skin or diplomatic training, the woman knew how to work a room.

                “While the exchange of names is an important aspect of a first meeting, in United Avalon it is also customary to share the nature of our gifts on such occasions. I understand that here you guard that information closely as a personal secret, however I ask that you indulge Steven and I as we display ours to you. If nothing else, it may be prudent to know what we are capable of in the event we come under attack.”

                Slowly, she raised her arms, the glow coming from them reflecting off a metal lamp on a nearby end table. “As you have no doubt guessed, my gift comes with a physical trait, a marking bestowed on some of our people. Though such is not always the case, for me it is an indicator of the power I possess, the ability to emit light at various intensities. I can fill a room with a gentle glow or make a flash so powerful it momentarily blinds those who see it.” Iliana’s hands turned, her palms facing the ceiling as beams of light shone from them, tight cylinders which grew wider until they cast a shine on everything nearby. The beams soon faded as Iliana lowered her arms.

                “Steven’s gift is more useful in dire situations, that is part of why he was selected for this position. He has the power to alter the velocity of any given object with a touch, sending it off at a direction and speed of his choosing. Steven, if you will?” Although Iliana phrased it as a question, the expectation of compliance was clear even to those who didn’t know the pair.

                Without any objection or hesitation, Steven walked over to the trash bin and picked out Angela’s finished soda can. He set it down on an end table, then did a quick scan of the room. With one finger, he reached out and barely grasped the can’s aluminum edge. Instantly it flew straight upward, banging softly into the ceiling before clattering back down to the floor. Steven reached down, picked the can up, and placed it back into the trash.

                “Thank you for sharing that with us,” Unseelie said, moving to the front of her team in a few steps. “As you’ve said, in our country Heroes don’t openly discuss the way our abilities work, and I appreciate your willingness to respect that. I assure you, we have gifts and training up to the task of keeping you both safe, and everyone here will fight to the last breath against any who try to attack you. Though I, like you, hope no violence will be necessary. Now that introductions are done, would you like some time to get settled, or would you prefer to begin discussing plans for the coming days?”

                “Our time is precious, as I know is yours, so I’d much rather get to work,” Iliana replied.

                Unseelie turned to Bayou. “Panic, Charon, and I will stay behind to start the first guard shift and make plans with our guests. Take the others back to base until it’s their shift, and make sure everyone is rested and ready when their turn comes. If I need you, I’ll call, so be prepared for that too. I don’t think anyone will make a move so soon, however that’s exactly what someone out there might want me to believe.”

                “We’ll be standing by if needed.” Bayou motioned to the others, who followed him over to the DVA agent with the tight ponytail.

                Brett took one last glance at the room, and the diplomats, before the teleporter could send them back to the base. As much as he was intrigued by these strangers from another land, something else drew his attention. It was fleeting, and only happened for a split-second just before the room vanished in another burst of red, but he saw a strange expression on Angela’s face, or rather the parts not covered by her mask. Once they vanished, however, he immediately began to doubt himself. He must have seen wrong, or he was projecting his own fears onto Angela, either explanation was more viable than him actually having seen her expression correctly.

                After all, what the hell could make someone like Angela DeSoto show a flash of genuine worry?

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 38

                In the weeks since he’d started work in Port Valins, Brett had gotten to see many parts of the city. Aside from the business districts where he and Bloodfyre first patrolled, there were downtown hubs full of shopping and restaurants, art districts with street performers and local exhibits, waterfront areas for commercial and recreational services, and a dozen more other places he’d merely gotten glimpses of. Thanks to all that touring, he was familiar with the area where the hotel they arrived at was located. It was an uptown district, one with lots of quaint shops meant to draw in tourists and entice them into spending more than was truly prudent. Brett had not, however, been inside this particular building during his patrols.

The splendor of the lobby alone had nearly caused him to break rank with the others, staring wide-eyed at the crystal chandeliers and ornate touches that screamed opulence at every turn. When they reached the elevators, he expected things to become somewhat mundane, yet more well-cared for perfection was waiting for him. Whoever owned this hotel, the Marque de Conrad, had both a curious taste in names and a passion for excellence. As they made their way into the suite where the diplomats would meet them, Brett wondered just how much it must cost to rent out a space like this. Was the government footing the bill, or did United Avalon’s diplomats have unexpectedly deep pockets? It was an interesting thought, but not one he had much chance to ponder. Once they arrived, things started happening quickly.

Unseelie and Danny talked with a couple of waiting DVA agents while the rest of the team made themselves comfortable on the variety of couches and chairs provided. The DVA was handling building security and sweeping the block constantly in case Humanity First tried another bombing attempt. From what Brett could glean during snippets of eavesdropping, the DVA was tasked with watching over the diplomats’ lodging and other logistics while the Heroes were expected to guard their bodies. That was why there would always be at least two Heroes at one given time, one to shadow each of the diplomats.

The chat went on for a while, occasionally dipping into tones lower than Brett could make out, before the other DVA agents finally left the suite. While Brett kept an eye on the door, waiting for the agents to return or the diplomats to show up, he turned to Justin to make small talk.

                “Any guesses on what we’re in for?”

                Justin was watching the door as well, though his eyes occasionally wandered off to scan the rest of the room and windows as well. “From what I’ve been able to read, people report that interacting with Supers from United Avalon, at least the ones they choose as diplomats, is generally a nice experience. They’re very polite and rarely quick to anger, although that’s probably more out of necessity than some inherent disposition. They’re in a tenuous situation, and they know it, so they’re doing their best to stay on other nations’ good sides.”

                That was a bit of an understatement as far as Brett could see. The rest of breakfast had been spent getting briefed on the general global position of United Avalon, and it was an unstable one at best. While they did have a high number of Supers and leading-edge research, they were still just one country with a limited population. Between the revolution and being ruled by Supers, they’d painted a huge target on themselves that a lot of human leaders were ready to take aim at. No one knew for sure whether the fledgling nation had enough power to make up for their smaller numbers in a war, and United Avalon hadn’t been making any aggressive moves to try and find out. They were playing nice with the biggest countries, forging alliances wherever possible, and that had kept the smaller threats at bay so far. Whether it would actually last was anyone’s guess.

                “So your professional estimation for how the international diplomats will be is that they’ll act polite? Wow, you Subtlety guys really live up to the reputation.” Angela had wandered over, scooping up a soda from the table laden down with various refreshments. She winked at Justin, letting him know her jab was meant in fun, then took a seat on the arm-rest of the couch he and Brett were sitting on. “My money says they’re strong. Real damn strong. Not sure if you noticed this tidbit in the briefings, but in none of the attacks on a UA representative has a person from United Avalon actually been killed. They get a few injuries here and there at the most. The only people who’ve died have been bystanders or security, which means these diplomats must be able to hold their own.”

                “That wasn’t in Unseelie’s briefing, but it was in one of the congressional reports filed after the last bombing. And to date, there have only been three injuries on a UA representative, the worst of which required six stitches before a healer could arrive.” Judging by Justin’s grin, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest by her challenge. “Are you trying to show me up?”

                “Just curious how on the ball you were,” Angela replied. “I’ve fought Barrier, so I know his strengths. I’m still figuring out everything you bring to the table.”

                “If you ever want to see for yourself, I wouldn’t mind a practice match in the-”

                A burst of red light flooded the room, momentarily blinding them all and cutting off Justin before he could finish. When it cleared, they could see three new figures standing in the center of the suite. The first was the easiest to identify: a DVA agent with her hair pulled into a ponytail so tight it had to be giving her a headache. The other two weren’t quite so easily placed, however.

                If Brett had seen them on the street, he’d have never imagined them to be a country’s representatives. For one thing, they were barely older than him, maybe in their mid-to-late twenties at the oldest. They were also dressed far more simply than he’d expected, the woman wearing a white dress that ran nearly to the floor while the man wore a white button-down shirt and gray slacks. As Brett blinked away the last of the crimson light burst, he saw there was a matching gray jacket draped over the man’s arm, so apparently he at least had the option of looking more formal.

                “Good morning.” The woman stepped forward, her eyes sweeping the room as she took in all of its occupants. When she moved, Brett realized there was a slight, yet unmistakable, glow coming from her skin, one he’d thought was an after-effect of the teleportation light moments earlier. No chance of pretending she was human with a trait like that, not unless they bundled her from head to toe. “My name is Iliana Caras and the gentleman with me is Steven Petinos, but I would love it if you would please call us just Iliana and Steven. I find I have enough formality in my life without adding it between those that I hope will be friends.”

                Unseelie stepped forward, shaking Iliana’s hand then Steven’s. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. My name is Unseelie, and this is my team. We’re honored to be chosen as your guards, and I promise we’re going to all we can to keep you safe during your visit.”

                “Thank you so kindly for the sentiment, though I dearly hope it won’t be necessary.” Iliana paused for a moment, letting out a delicate sigh. “However, given our previous experiences on these sorts of outings I fear it very well might be. I’m sorry for the disruption this must be causing to your city, Unseelie, and I will thank you for guarding us by handling this as expediently as possible.”

                “Don’t worry about us, it’s our job to keep people safe,” Unseelie assured her. “Now if the rest of my team would get over here, we can start doing some proper introductions.” She turned and stared at the rest of the Heroes, who quickly took the cue and headed over.

                Unseelie was not the sort of person one tended to keep waiting.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 37

                The weeks that followed were periods of calm interspersed with moments of sheer chaos. Brett continued to shadow Bloodfyre, learning more about how to interact with the public and handle patrols. He also drilled daily in his free time, working out and practicing to make sure he was ready when violence came, which it frequently did. There were more flare-ups between gangs, although Angela proved to be right: it was infrequent at best. More often they had to deal with Supers robbing people on the streets or causing destruction as part of a brawl. The fights were dangerous, especially given how many civilians tended to be in any given area, but the Wayward Wraiths were a veteran team with powerful members, and they knew how to suppress a situation quickly.

                If anything, the fights had actually been a bit easier than Brett was expecting. The HCP made it seem like death lurked around every corner, waiting for the slightest error to pounce on an unsuspecting Hero. Nothing they’d dealt with compared to the expansive, complex battles with the Sims that he’d fought all through senior year. That was, until the riot by the warehouse district.

                Riot probably wasn’t the right word for it, brawl or gang-fight would have worked better, but that’s not what Barrier had thought of when he and Bloodfyre first arrived on the scene. No, he took one look at the chaos and blood spraying from around them and all he could picture was a riot, people angry and lashing out in any direction possible. The team still handled it quickly, although Barrier noticed that he, Charon, and Gunk were all left to the sidelines more than usual. When the dust finally cleared, both Hammerspace and Bayou needed trips to the healers. That was the day Brett began to understand that the reason the HCP trained them to be ready for hell on earth wasn’t because it’s what they’d see every day, but rather so that when things did go completely sideways he and the other Heroes would be ready.

                It was two days after the riot, days that had been spent doing a lot of patrols and general PR work that ostensibly was meant to let everyone have some time to rest, when Unseelie made an announcement over breakfast.

                “Eat up everyone; word just came down through Danny: our diplomats from United Avalon are arriving in a couple of hours. We’re going to be guarding them in constant shifts starting from today until they depart. Eight hours at a time, two person teams, no exceptions. The DVA has allotted extra teleporters to other teams so they can cover for us while we handle this, we’ll only be called in if there is an extremely serious situation. When you’re not on a shift, feel free to rest, train, patrol, or whatever you like. It’s free time, use it well, we all know what a rare commodity that is.”

                Angela had a hand high in the air, swinging it about so frantically the momentum threated to pull her out of her chair. Unseelie stared at her for a while, pointedly making Angela wait before finally giving the nod that she should go ahead.

                “What about us?” No one was surprised by the question, only Brett and Justin looked over at Unseelie for the answer.

                “Interns will, as per usual, stay with their training Heroes at all times. That means when Bloodfyre, Bayou, and I work, you work. We’ll try to stagger it out when possible so that we spread around the extra manpower, however there’s bound to be a bit of doubling up here and there. Just make sure you use the additional bodies intelligently. And remember: this is a diplomatic mission with a lot of eyes on it. If we aren’t on top of our game there’s going to be hell to pay.”

                This time Justin raised his hand, without the theatrics, and Unseelie motioned for him to speak right away. “What exactly are we expected to do with them, anyway? Bodyguard is something of a broad description.”

                “You go wherever the diplomats want to go, do what they want to do, up until the moment there’s danger,” Unseelie told him. “At that point, you take control of the situation in whatever way will deescalate things and keep the diplomats safe. If that’s suppressing the threat, do it. If that’s getting them to safety, do that. We want any issues handled with as few people injured as possible, including civilians. The exact methods you use to achieve that goal will vary based on the situation and what Supers are on duty. Follow your teacher’s lead and you should be fine though. We’ve all handled this kind of work before.”

                “Do Heroes get handed a lot of bodyguard assignments?” Brett asked, forgetting to raise his hand.

                “More than some think we should.” Bloodfyre didn’t seem bothered by the announcement in the slightest; his attention was still on his omelet. “Most people will just hire private security firms with Supers trained for the work on their payroll. When you need to make a show of our nation’s support, though, there’s no beating the spectacle of having Heroes personally watch over someone.”

                “It’s political maneuvering as much as it is an actual necessity,” Panic explained. “United Avalon is a big, dangerous country that’s very close to our borders. Given that they have some of the leading research on Supers as well as a highly concentrated population of people with powers; it makes sense to court them as an ally if at all possible. They could be highly useful or incredibly dangerous, depending on how they feel about our nation.”

                “None of which concerns us.” Unseelie didn’t sound especially annoyed by the conversation’s digressing, yet her tone made it clear that it was time to listen once more. “We are going to do the job we’re given to the best of our abilities and let the suits worry about the politics. All you need to focus on is keeping people safe and avoiding any fights if even remotely possible. The rest is someone else’s problem.”

                She paused, waiting to see if anyone else would lift their arm or blurt out another observation. Upon encountering no speakers, Unseelie took her seat before continuing. “The first shift will be myself and Panic, but everyone is coming with me upon the diplomats’ arrival. They need to meet their team so that they know exactly who is going to be guarding them. That eliminates the possibility of someone pretending to be part of the team and tricking them into going somewhere dangerous.”

                Brett hadn’t even considered that idea, and it seemed pretty farfetched, but the rest of the older Heroes nodded along like it was solid thinking. Apparently this issue had come up before. He wolfed down his breakfast, hunger no longer crippled by a case of nerves. This was exciting, and Brett wanted to be ready as soon as the call came in.

                After all, he’d never met a Super from outside the U.S. before.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 36

                It was hard to say how long Brett had been in his room before the knock came. He hadn’t really been keeping track of time, mostly the evening had been spent staring at the ceiling and replaying the day’s events in his head. While there was ample time spent mentally reviewing his patrol with Bloodfyre and his first fight as a Hero, Brett also dedicated more than a few brain cells to the debriefing meeting and what he’d learned during it. Did humans really care so little for Supers that they’d rather see people with powers injured than Heroes given free access to government technology? It sounded crazy when he said it out loud, but the more Brett dwelled on the idea the more he thought back to the morning’s fender bender. The mood of the entire crowd had turned on the Super as soon as he showed his powers; they were chomping at the bit to distrust him. Brett had always known that normal humans were afraid of Supers, why wouldn’t they be? But this was something more, what he was seeing and people were describing sounded more like… well, hatred.

                The knock did succeed in momentarily forcing Brett out of his mental funk as he scrambled off the bed and lurched for the door. Supposedly they were done for the day, however all it took was one crook with powers to put them right back on the clock. Brett wasn’t going to slow his team down if they were needed, especially not on his first day. Whipping the door open, he almost didn’t recognize the woman standing before him. She was wearing a golden costume with a mask that covered the majority of her face while letting her blonde hair come spilling out the top. Brett blinked once, finally wrenching himself out of his thoughts enough to put the pieces together.


                “Charon, actually. Come on rookie, I’m not in armor but I am in costume, you know the rules. Speaking of, go suit up.”

                An apology withered on Brett’s tongue as he took in her words. “Is something up? Another gang fight?”

                Charon tilted her head back as she chuckled lightly under her breath. “No, nothing like that. Someone would have made an announcement, sending me room-to-room would be stupid inefficient. I just want to take you guys somewhere, a place where costumes are mandatory.”

                For the first time, Brett noticed that Justin had returned. He was hanging back behind Charon, still outfitted in his Gunk costume. The Subtlety Hero looked uninjured, which was a relief since he’d spent a day in the field with only Bayou for backup, though Gunk certainly didn’t seem as relaxed as he had that morning. Apparently his day had come with some ups and downs as well. Giving his teammate a quick nod, Brett shut the door again and changed into his Barrier outfit as quickly as possible. While the situation didn’t seem especially pressing, it was good to practice speed-changing whenever he could. No telling when an emergency might strike and every second would be vital.

                Barrier emerged a few minutes later, and Charon motioned for him to follow her. Gunk and he fell into step behind Charon, winding their way through the base to a set of stairs, which they began to climb upward. It took a short while for them to reach the top, where Charon pushed open a door to the roof. Waiting for them was a small table, three folding chairs, and a cooler stuffed with beers, sodas, and water.

                “Ta-da!” Charon held out her hands and wiggled her fingers, putting her all into the unveiling of what was obviously meant to be something special. Special to her, anyway. “I got permission for us to have a rookie hangout area. Somewhere we can come to decompress and talk stuff over, just us newbies.”

                “Lovely as this looks, wouldn’t it make more sense to hang out in one of our rooms?” Gunk asked. “It’s not visible, so we could skip the costumes, and we wouldn’t be exposed to the weather.”

                “But then we’d be cooped up in the same place we spend all of our time. Trust me, for days like this you want somewhere different, a spot to see new things and think new thoughts.” Charon paused, looking out from their rooftop to the sprawling city of Port Valins stretched out before them. “Besides, views like this are good for keeping perspective. It helps to remember that not everyone out there is an asshole.”

                Brett knew she was talking to him; it wasn’t as though she were trying to be subtle. And he realized she had a point, it just wasn’t one he especially felt like hearing at the moment. Instead of taking the obvious discussion cue, he decided this was a chance to finally clear the air on a different issue that had been bothering him.

                “Okay, seriously, what’s your deal? You’ve been at this for a few weeks longer than us, that’s it. Even if we assume that you’re learning a ton of stuff every day, you still can’t be that far ahead but you keep acting like a grizzled veteran trying to show us rookies through the paces. Do you just love being in charge or something?”

                It was, admittedly, not the most diplomatic way to raise the issue, but thankfully Gunk was nodding along beside Barrier so at least he wasn’t entirely alone. Charon looked at the two of them for several long moments, visibly assessing each one, before she walked over to the table and took a seat. Reaching down, Charon grabbed a beer from the cooler, created a golden bottle opener, and popped her drink’s top open as she motioned for the other two to sit. They did, and Gunk grabbed a soda, before Charon finally spoke.

                “Trust is a big part of this team. Unseelie said it, and I think she’s right on the money. So I’m going to tell you both something big, and I’m going to trust you to keep it to yourselves. I’m also going to trust you to believe me when I say that everything I have: my reputation, my skills, even my position on this team, I got because of what I can do, not who I am.” She took a long sip of beer, almost as though she were giving them a chance to react or protest, before continuing. “The reason I seem to have a lot of this Hero stuff down is because it’s not new to me. I’ve been surrounded by it since I was a kid. I’m the granddaughter of Captain Starlight, and he’s been helping me get ready for this job since my powers first manifested.”

                If he’d been asked a few seconds ago, Barrier would have said he was prepared for any answer Charon could provide. He would have been wrong, too. Despite the fact that he could feel his eyes getting so wide they had to look disturbing, Barrier couldn’t quite coax his face into a normal expression. Even Gunk looked taken aback, albeit not nearly as bad as Barrier.

                “Are you serious?” Barrier asked, finally marshalling some control of himself.

                “Very rarely, but on this occasion yes,” Charon replied. “It’s why I seem so many steps ahead of you guys in terms of comfort on the job and familiarity with how this all works. And it’s why I hope you’ll listen to me as we get deeper into this world. I’ve been around it almost all of my life; I’ve seen people burn out or go down on the job too many times. And I know the look in your eyes, Barrier. The one you had this afternoon, when you realized for the first time that part of the world hates you just because of what you can do.”

                Barrier turned to explain to Gunk, who was already waiting with a shake of his head. “Charon brought me up to speed. You didn’t realize how much resentment there was toward us from humans I take it?”

                It probably shouldn’t have been a shock to Barrier that someone specialized in Subtlety was already abreast of the situation. “I mean, I knew there were hate groups like Humanity First, but you always think of those people as the fringe lunatics on the outside. What Unseelie was talking about made it sound like everyday people just flat out didn’t care about anything that happens to us.”

                “Oh, they’ll care about us; we’re the brave Heroes who defend them,” Gunk corrected. “But other Supers, ones who haven’t dedicated their lives to keeping people safe, that’s another story. Those are just people, not civil servants, regular old everyday people except they have the power to do things no normal person ever will. Are you really surprised that there’s some level of hatred toward us from that? To be mundane in a world where you know the extraordinary is possible… I imagine it would be torturous.”

                “I never thought about it like that. My dad and I, we were always working with other Supers or Heroes. Since we moved so much, I grew up home-schooled, so I never had to deal with an angry public.” Looking back, Barrier had to wonder if it was really coincidence that nearly all of his social group had been Supers. Maybe his dad had been trying to protect him from how the world really felt about their kind.

                To their side, Charon stood from her chair and stepped away from the table, eyes trained on the city. Though neither knew why, Gunk and Barrier both followed her gaze to the sea of twinkling lights that was their town. “A lot of people are assholes, no question about it. And there are countless ones out there who would clap the same amount if you died as if you saved an orphanage, just because there would be one less Super in the world. But they aren’t the reason we do this job. Out there, right now, there are moms busting their ass to make rent, children worrying about homework, other people in their twenties drinking beer and trying to figure out if they’re on the right career path. Just normal folks going about their lives, not wanting to hurt anyone. And if we aren’t there, a lot of them would probably get roasted alive by some Super with fire powers and a god complex. We do this because we don’t know who’s nice and who’s a dick, who deserves to live and who doesn’t. We save as many as we can because that’s the job we’ve chosen. Even if they hate you for the sin of existing, you still have to protect them. There’s a reason they call the people who can do this gig Heroes.”

                “That was lovely,” Gunk said. “Unexpectedly sincere, too.”

                “I try to have one open and honest moment per month. So don’t hold your breath for another for a few weeks.” She turned back and looked at Barrier, who had to admit he did feel a bit better. “You going to be okay with this? Can you make peace with watching over people, even knowing that some would stab you in the back given half a chance?”

                It was a good question, one that Barrier had been turning over all night even if he’d never voiced it. He had to face it though, because to ignore the issue would only give it strength. Looking out at the city, he imagined all those people Charon had talked about, the normal ones going about their lives, stuck in a world where some people randomly were gifted with tremendous power and the only comfort normal humans had was knowing that there were others, people like him, who would keep the powerless safe. That was the job he’d signed up for, and whether he was loved or hated didn’t change the fact that he could do tangible good with his abilities.

                “I think I’ll be okay,” Barrier declared at last. “Just need to wrap my head around this.”

                “Wrap fast. The job keeps on coming whether you’re ready or not.” Charon lifted the remains of her drink high and toasted to her teammates. “Congratulations on getting through your first days, by the way. Chug a beer and get lots of sleep, things aren’t going to slow down tomorrow. Welcome to the life.”

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Blades & Barriers: Chapter 35

                Angela hadn’t lied: debriefs sucked. Brett kept alert and attentive as Danny took down statements from the entire team, cross-checking to make sure everyone’s memory was as accurate as possible while he catalogued the progression of events in the fight. At first, it was kind of interesting to hear everyone’s respective vantage point from their own portion of the battle, but as more and more sections crossed over it got repetitive very quickly. Even his own retelling wasn’t all that thrilling, Brett was too worried about remembering every detail to enjoy savoring the moments of his first official Hero battle.

                “…and then Bloodfyre came over, told them that since they’d surrendered they would have their injuries healed, and incapacitated them.”

                “Incapacitated is a general term, Barrier.” Danny’s tone was gentle, even as he interrupted. It was obvious he’d been through this countless times and knew how to massage the details from a Hero’s memory without being combative. “What exactly did Bloodfyre do? For the record.”

                There was a moment where Brett almost hesitated, his eyes darting to Bloodfyre who nodded calmly. In the heat of battle, crippling an enemy had seemed somewhat natural, but now that they were in the peace and safety of the base’s office it suddenly felt excessive. It had happened though, and as a Hero it was Brett’s duty to report that honestly.

                “He used his energy to corrode sections of their ankles. There was no blood, just holes in their legs to keep them from running or wielding their powers efficiently.”

                Danny scribbled some notes into his binder of pages, seemingly unbothered by the events Brett was describing. “Okay, and what happened next?”

                “Danny, I think we might need to take a quick pause here.” Unseelie, who’d been letting Danny have full run of the room since the team arrived, stood from her chair. The team’s attention instantly snapped to her, save for Brett who was still watching Danny as the DVA agent let out a resigned sigh and set down his pen. “Given Barrier’s expression and the way he paused before describing Bloodfyre’s capture, it seems prudent to make sure he’s okay with and understands what just happened. Barrier, are you perhaps wondering why Bloodfyre had to use such a… invasive technique to hold our prisoners?”

                It seemed there was no ducking his head and skirting this one, which in truth Brett wasn’t even sure he wanted to do. This was his job now, and what he’d seen did trouble him, so Unseelie was probably right: better to talk it over openly in hopes of better understanding why it happened. “The thought did occur to me. I mean, the DVA seemed to have a lot of less painful ways to restrain a Super. Why not use those?”

                “Multiple reasons,” Unseelie said. “Some of them are pragmatic, like the fact that much of the equipment used is heavy or delicate, so carting it around requires special tools. Or there’s the simple truth that restraints only tend to work on Supers once they’ve already been knocked out or had their spirits broken. Otherwise you’re just asking for someone to kill an innocent DVA agent by playing possum. But, real as those issues are, they aren’t the true reason the DVA doesn’t let us handle the restraining equipment. That, Barrier, is a simple matter of trust. As in, the DVA doesn’t trust Heroes to play with their toys.”

                “A great over-simplification of a complex series of checks-and-balances.” Danny seemed still cheerful, yet a bit resigned, as if he were too accustomed to this fight to really be bothered by it. “Barrier, did you know that for a long time people with the ability to create brilliant pieces of technology were not considered to be Supers? Thus, they were ineligible to work as Heroes.”

                Brett nodded, not quite certain how essential he really was to the discussion taking place. “There was a kid a few grades below me who talked about that once when flying around on homemade rocket skates. So what?”

                “So, just because they weren’t seen as Supers didn’t mean they weren’t still producing useful innovations that people with money were willing to pay for. People like the government and the DVA,” Danny explained. “Technology has long been the other side of the equation for dealing with Supers. Heroes have their powers, the DVA has technology to restrain or immobilize Supers. There was a fear, rightfully placed or not, that giving the Heroes everything would make them too strong, leave humans with no recourse if they turned against us. The separation of duties is baked into the structure of Hero work: you fight, we capture, you wound, we jail.”

                That… couldn’t possibly be right. It spoke to a deep, fundamental distrust between the DVA and the Heroes who worked for them, yet as Brett scanned the room he found no one disputing Danny’s story. “How is that okay? Aside from forcing Bloodfyre to carve up people’s ankles to keep them down, we’re on the same team. The DVA and the Heroes are a united front, why keep our capabilities limited like that?”

                “What we do doesn’t matter as much as how we’re seen.” It was Bloodfyre who spoke this time, looking across the table to meet his student’s eyes. “You know that, so I think you can figure out why it’s important the DVA and the Heroes always appear to be a perfectly united front. If anyone ever asks you why we don’t handle the capturing, by the way, you tell them it’s so Heroes have their time freed up to respond to more people in need of help.”

                “As for why it happens, you answered your own question: to keep us limited.” Angela seemed unbothered by any of the discussion, perhaps because she’d heard it before. “From the beginning, that’s been half of what the DVA struggles with. They need us, but they don’t fully trust us. We’re different, and even if we’re on their side no one is ever confident we’ll stay that way. There was some discussion, a while back, about maybe allowing Heroes access to more capture-tech. Unfortunately, that was right before United Avalon had their Super revolution. When the dust settled from that event, no one was willing to hand us an ounce more power than we already had.”

                That was a lot to take in. Brett wished Justin was back from his outing with Bayou, it would have been nice to have another rookie (one who didn’t seem oddly jaded to a world she should just be settling into) around as a gauge for what the right reaction should be. The DVA didn’t trust them, which sucked, and in doing so it limited their access to tools that would have made the job easier. On the criminals, if not the Heroes themselves.

                “And everyone is okay with that? I mean, Bloodfyre cored out people’s ankles because no one wants to give us whatever the Super-version of handcuffs are, and that’s not a big deal?”

                “If he’d done it to a human, it might have been,” Unseelie admitted. “But the general public doesn’t care what happens to Supers as long as we’re entertaining humans, protecting humans, or incarcerated. We’re seen as the outsiders trespassing on their ‘normal’ world, and I’d advise you to find peace with that truth as soon as you can. It will make you a Hero better prepared to deal with the public.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 34

                “They’re an independent nation, how much bad blood can they have all the way over here?” Bayou didn’t actually sound skeptical of Reina’s assessment, more curious than anything. He seemed to trust her more than Gunk was expecting, or at least he put on a front that he did.

                “Are you kidding me? Without even taking into account the hate groups like Humanity First who have some serious issues with an entire nation of Supers declaring their independence, there’s still the fact that when they threw a revolution they overturned a boat that was making a lot of unsavory people tons of money. The Republic of Krezic was into some shady shit, and that sort of illegal enterprise requires more than just local goons to get things done. Port Valins was a huge hub for them, with tons of our criminals helping with the smuggling of drugs, weapons, and Supers.”

                Bayou stiffened at the word “Supers” and opened his mouth, but before he had a chance to say anything Reina cut him off.

                “Not from this country. Between the DVA, the Heroes, and the people working in the underground it’s damn near impossible to kidnap a Super and get them past a border,” Reina explained. “But other countries aren’t quite so protective of their variant human assets, or are willing to sell them off for a nice price. And given how much experimenting the former republic was doing, they needed fresh test subjects. Some people from the old crime syndicate made a lot of money dummying up fake papers for ships passing through and re-supplying them on the sly. A few would even meet the original vessels at sea, take hold of their cargo, and then bring it to the republic themselves. There were plenty of countries that tripped red flags when they headed in that direction, but American ships always sailed on without pause. Anyway, all the business dried up when the revolution happened, so there’s plenty of people out there with an axe to grind over that, plus they might be afraid that some of those people they helped move may want revenge. In both cases, a preemptive strike is best.”

                Although Bayou still looked a bit bothered, his body had relaxed during Reina’s explanation. “If it’s the old syndicate, we tossed a lot of them in jail last year.”

                “You took out the leadership, but grunts can bear grudges too. And there were a lot of grunts who had their cushy gigs ripped out from under them when United Avalon was formed.” Reina pulled a phone from her pocket and began scrolling through something unseen on her screen. “However, most of the grunts are just that: humans who can swing a fist and hold a gun. If United Avalon is sending over Supers, and why wouldn’t they, I doubt any of local crooks will be able to do much more than piss and moan when it shows up on the news. Don’t offer them any easy opportunities, and they won’t be much of an issue. They just won’t be any help either.”

                “Humanity First is our bigger obstacle,” Bayou agreed. “But I was hoping I wouldn’t have to worry too much about Port Valins’ criminal underbelly taking some shots too.”

                “My people won’t be a problem. We’ve got bigger fish to fry anyway, plus you know me well enough to be damned well aware I’d never touch human trafficking. So you’ll get no trouble from us, but we’re only one part of the city. If I hear anything, I’ll reach out in the usual way.” Reina finished typing on her phone and slipped it back into her pocket, standing from her seat and stretching her back. “Much as I’ve loved our little meeting, I am on a tight schedule so I had to go ahead and order a car.”

                That took Gunk by surprise. He’d expected someone like Reina to roll around in a heavily fortified vehicle, probably flanked by some of her muscle. The more he thought about it, though, the more using a ride-share service fit her. She didn’t look or act like a criminal, so why would she travel like one? If she was trying to maintain a civilian identity then ordering cars was one more way to fortify that persona. Of course, it did leave her vulnerable to attack from a rival criminal, but surely she’d taken that into consideration. Gunk was going to have to learn a lot more about this woman, and fast, if he ever wanted to deal with her as an equal the way Bayou did.

                “Of course. Thanks for taking the time to see us. I brought the usual payment.” Bayou reached into his pocket and produced a modest bag of what looked like ground up blue herbs. “Non-chemical anesthesia that no one should be allergic too, as requested. You remember the dosage?”

                Reina carefully took the bag from Bayou. “No, we’ve only been at this for years; please explain it to me for the fiftieth time.” She tucked the blue herbs into a coat pocket that she buttoned shut, clearly taking no chances with her goods. Once they were secure, she looked over to Gunk. “Don’t worry, your teacher isn’t dealing drugs. Well, not fun ones, anyway. My power is useful, but it hurts like a bastard, and adding chemicals to someone’s system makes the work more complicated. So I give people this while I work on them instead. No pain, no chemical complications, just an easy surgery.”

                “Interesting. So you’re a doctor for criminals, I take it? Someone they go see when they can’t risk visiting a hospital?” Gunk didn’t really need clarification, he knew he’d hit it spot on by the look in Reina’s eyes. That did explain why she didn’t have to worry about security too much though. No crook would attack someone with her power who was willing to work discreetly; they’d just be cutting off one of their own options next time they got hurt. Plus, other criminals were bound to take such actions personally. People had a habit of favoring those who saved their lives.

                “Look at that, he’s more than a tight body suit and curious eyes. There’s a brain in there too. Bring him along next time, Bayou. I might want to see more of this new Hero named Gunk.” Reina smiled at him, and it felt genuinely pleasant, though Gunk still didn’t trust her. There was a reason she was doing this kind of work instead of helping people in a real hospital, after all.

                Blaring electronic music came from Reina’s pocket, a tune that was familiar to Gunk but he couldn’t immediately place, as she grabbed her phone and picked up. “Uh huh. Yeah, you’re at the right place. We’ll be out there in a minute.” Without saying goodbye, she hung up and tilted her head toward and open door. “Tony! The car’s here. Grab two people and let’s go, the others can meet us.”

                The sounds of shuffling feet came from the other side of the building as Reina headed for a door. “Lovely to see you as always, Bayou, and a pleasure to meet you, Gunk. I’ll look forward to the next time you need a little information. Until then, take care of yourselves.” Then she was through the door and gone, with a stampede of unseen feet following from another exit. It took less than a minute for silence to descend as Gunk and Bayou were the only people left in the building.

                “She was… interesting,” Gunk said at last.

                “Reina is her own brand of everything,” Bayou replied. “But never, not for a moment, should you underestimate her. That woman is one of the most competent, dangerous people in all of Port Valins. If she were ambitious, she’d have all the crime in this city under her thumb in a month. She’s worse than ambitious, though, she’s smart. Reina plays just nice enough with Heroes and local law enforcement to be left alone, and holds back enough info to keep her clients happy. While everyone else fights around her, Reina found a way to stay untouched.”

                “Is it bad that I sort of admire that?” Gunk asked. He wouldn’t have said such a thing around other Heroes, but Bayou was a Subtlety specialist like him.

                Bayou shook his head. “Not at all. You should admire good work when you see it. See it, analyze it, and learn from it. One day, you’ll be the one attending these meetings all by yourself, and the more you’ve taken in the better prepared you’ll be.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 33

                Having spent a large portion of his childhood in rural Alabama thanks to his father’s outreach work, Gunk was quite familiar with the sight of guns. It was just part of life in the country, people had them in their trucks, homes, and sometimes outhouses in case a particularly impressive buck wandered into view while one was midway through their morning constitutional. Initially, the sight of such frequent firearms had scared him, but over time he’d adjusted to them as just another normal facet of life. The people who had them tended to be well-practiced in how to use their weapons, and in all the years he’d lived there Justin has never seen so much as a close call happen due to a gun.

                However, he was beginning to re-discover his discomfort with firearms as he looked around the room he and Bayou were in. There were dozens of guns out on display, some shoved hastily into the waistlines of pants, others lying out in the open, almost as if they were trying to taunt the Heroes into calling them out on clearly unlicensed weapons. Honestly, Gunk was more worried for the criminals around him than he or Bayou though. There was no way they had any firearms with a high enough caliber to punch through Bayou’s flora-defense, and shooting into a pile of sentient goo had as much effect as kicking it: none. But the overall lack of basic gun-safety being practiced made him wonder how many people in this room had already been taken to the ER for accidentally shooting themselves in the leg, and how many more were destined for that journey before they ended up dead or in prison.

                “I still don’t like that you brought someone new.” This voice came from a man with a shaven, tattooed head and a scowl that looked so perfectly stern Gunk was positive the guy practiced it in the mirror daily.

                “You can feel free to not like it all you want, Tony. But in case you haven’t noticed, I’m in a career where retirement can come swiftly and unexpectedly, so sometimes it pays to have a backup contact you can work with. Reina already knows he’s tagging along, so if you’ve got an issue take it up with her.” Bayou managed to still sound friendly, despite the fact that he was verbally dressing down a man stacked with muscle and holding a lot of guns.

                From what Gunk had gathered, Reina was the boss of this particular outfit, and the woman they were currently waiting for. Bayou hadn’t said much about her, only that Gunk should be polite at all times. Most of the morning had been spent passing messages along through seemingly innocuous and random people on the streets, only to eventually be directed to this worn-out old building that Gunk was almost certain used to be a big-box store, one of the brands that didn’t manage to stay afloat. He was curious about who this woman was, and why Bayou hadn’t bothered covering himself in plants before the meeting. They were both in costume, identities well-concealed, yet neither looked like they were planning on battle. Gunk understood the need to appear peaceful in these sorts of situations; he just would have preferred knowing at exactly what point diplomacy was going to end. For that, he’d just have to watch Bayou and take his cues. Such was the learning method of Subtlety students.

                A loud bang echoed through the building, causing a lot of hands to dip precariously close to those guns before realizing it was just a door slamming. Seconds later, a tall woman whose heels only made her look larger strode into the room. She took one look at Bayou and clapped her hands together, striding over gracefully and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

                “Bayou! So good to hear from you out of the blue. And you brought a new friend along too.” The woman, whom Gunk easily deduced was Reina, was friendlier than he’d expected. She practically radiated warmth, and when she looked over and smiled it was hard not to instantly be charmed. Gunk immediately distrusted her, although he grinned right back and shook her hand. Reina wasn’t the only one who knew how to put on an amiable front.

                “This one is a bit lean I think, next time we meet I’ll have Tony whip up some of his famous cupcakes to put a little meat on those bones. Tell me, new Hero, what do you go by?” Reina had given over her full attention now, and as her eyes moved so did those of every crook in the room.

                “Gunk, ma’am. They call me Gunk.”

                Her nose wrinkled slightly, and for a second Gunk thought she was going to show disgust. Instead, her whole face pinched as she let out a series of short, sputtering laughs. They were incredibly undignified, which only made them feel more sincere, and even finished with a snort at the end. “Sorry, sorry, I know I shouldn’t laugh. But I’ve been around Heroes for a long time now, so I’ve figured out that when they look like a pushover and have a name that silly; it means they’ve got nothing to prove. You’ve marked yourself as ridiculous to the masses and dangerous to those with any sense, and I do love the humor in such theatrics. This is an interesting one, Bayou. He’s got honest eyes and a liar’s smile. I approve, for now.”

                At her words, the tension in the room eased considerably. Gunk trusted his mentor, but it was hard not to wonder what would have happened if Reina hadn’t given her approval. There was probably a plan in place for that, right?

                “Everyone, go find some work to do. I’ve got guests, and it would be rude to have you all eavesdropping.” Reina clapped her hands together once more, and without a moment’s hesitation every flunkie in the room headed quickly for an exit. Whatever her demeanor might be, she obviously had complete control of her people.

                Once the room was empty, save for the pair of Heroes and Reina, she rummaged around behind a few boxes and pulled out a small rolling chair. Taking a seat, Reina looked at the both of them once more. “Alright, the kids are gone so we can ease off on the showmanship a little. How have you been, Bayou? I saw the news a few weeks back, it looked like you were still favoring your knee. Want me to take a look at it?”

                “I’ve seen a few healers since then, it’s back in tip-top shape. I’m just getting older, things break down in the field more easily,” Bayou replied.

                “Pfft. DVA healers no doubt. A quick patch-job here and there, no serious attention to the underlying issues. I bet I could rework the base composition to give you at least another couple of good years out of that knee, instead of you needing a heal after every fight.” Reina seemed genuinely annoyed by Bayou’s issues, a transition in attitude Gunk found curious.

                Bayou took notice of his trainee’s confusion. “Aside from her less-than legal operations, Reina is also a Super, and a former doctor. You’ve no doubt met Supers who can manipulate certain elements before, like my own control over plants. She is in a similar vein, only her medium is flesh. Reina isn’t just some a healer who forces injuries to fix themselves, she actually controls every aspect of a body she’s touching. She can knit bone, regrow nerves, even change the very way certain parts of a body work together.”

                “It’s harder to use than standard healing, but the flip side is that once I learned how anatomy worked, I was able to be far more precise than nearly any healer out there,” Reina added. “If you need a boo-boo patched, the DVA can cover you. If you need to negate long-term damage and scarring to a spine that’s seen countless battles, I’m one of the few options out there.”

                “And you run a criminal organization?” It was a risky move, and Gunk knew that going in, but he took it anyway. If he was to be seen as an equal to Bayou in her eyes, it wasn’t enough to take what he was given. Asking the uncomfortable questions now would establish a precedent for further down the line.

                Reina’s buoyant smile didn’t waver, though she did toss a brief glance to Bayou. “He’s a bold one, isn’t he? Yes, Gunk, I work on the wrong side of the law. I don’t expect a Hero to grasp this, but sometimes the law is too slow to keep up with what’s right. And that’s all we’ll say on the matter for now, because interesting as you are, I don’t trust you yet. Bayou, if you’re not going to take me up on the offer for help with your knee, maybe it’s better we cut to the chase. Do you need something, or was this meeting just to show off your new rookie?”

                “I need something,” Bayou replied, a little more upfront than Gunk might have been given the situation. “Specifically, I need to know about anyone who might have a grudge against diplomats from United Avalon.”

                A long whistle came from Reina’s pursed lips. “I hope you brought a lot of paper, because that’s going to be a long list to take down.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 32

                Barrier was surprised how quickly the DVA agents managed to get every defeated criminal secured and transported out of the wharf. Clearly, it was an art that the Department of Variant Humans had honed and refined to near-perfect precision, and that effort showed in their efficiency. Within fifteen minutes of the fight ending everyone who wasn’t wearing a mask had been slapped into some manner of restraint device, with the more dangerous ones being teleported out while the lower-risk threats were piled into vans.

                Stranger than the reaction speed, however, was the overall demeanor of everyone present. Barrier’s whole body was tingling with adrenaline, yet most everyone else seemed stoic, even a little bored at times, by the prospect of taking down an entire gang of Supers. He marveled at that as he watched the criminals being loaded and processed, taking note of the way Bloodfyre relayed who had and hadn’t surrendered to a DVA agent who scribbled the notes onto a clipboard.

                “They’re getting a lot of these.”

                The voice didn’t make him jump, he was too well-trained for that, but Barrier did glance over his shoulder to find Charon standing there. She gleamed in the early afternoon sunlight, shining bright for all to see. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen her costume outside the armor; it was definitely her favorite look, and for good reason. Just like Unseelie had commanded him to keep a shield up at all times, she was almost certainly under similar orders.

                “A lot of what?” Barrier asked. He still watched the proceedings carefully, but his curiosity was too strong to ignore Charon entirely. Plus, they were teammates, so there was no good reason to give her the cold shoulder.

                “A lot of gangs.” Charon stepped closer, coming right to Barrier’s side. “You were wondering why everyone seems so chill about a big gang fight breaking out in public like this, right?”

                Barrier nodded. “How’d you know?”

                “Because it’s the obvious question to ask, and you’ve never struck me as stupid,” Charon replied. “I wondered the same thing when I first started, so I talked to Unseelie about it. Turns out there’s a power vacuum in Port Valins these days. There were a few big bosses centralizing everything under their control, but an organized effort of the DVA, FBI, and local Heroes managed to get enough evidence to put them away. So now every upstart and Super with half a scrap of ambition is marshalling their forces to try and take the vacant territory.”

                That did explain a lot. Barrier had seen that the people they’d fought had some power, but few of them used any sort of teamwork or coordination. It had been a brawl, a mad scramble, the sort of fight one expected from strangers hurled together, not people who were used to working alongside one another. “How often do these things happen?”

                Charon shrugged, her armor rattling lightly as she did. “That we catch? I think one every two weeks was the last average Bayou had. But this is a big city, with tons of empty marshes and land outside the urban areas. They’ve found evidence of bloody fights that happened far enough away that nobody noticed. If there isn’t anyone to call the cops, then the cops can’t call the Heroes, and so on.”

                “I’m surprised I haven’t heard about this on the news.” Barrier had been reading a lot about Port Valins before heading over, and nothing like what she was describing had popped up. He’d have damn sure remembered something like that.

                “You’ve probably seen the fights get reported, but most of them are quick blurbs because they play out like this one. Crooks start some dumb shit, Heroes shut it down immediately. Not much out of the ordinary there, it’s only when you’ve got your boots on the ground and take into account the fights we don’t see that the pattern becomes obvious.” Charon stretched out her armored hand, and a circle of golden metal appeared in it. “There’s a void in this city, and right now it’s a tug-of-war. Criminals trying to fill it, Heroes and cops trying to keep it empty.”

                “If all the fights go like this, then it seems like we’re doing well.” Barrier paused, looking at the large metal ring she was holding out. “But these aren’t the real threat, are they? We have to worry about the ones smart enough to actually make plans and work in the shadows, the idiots fighting in the streets are just something to clean up.”

                “See, what did I say? Not stupid at all.” She opened her hand and the metal ring dissolved into a brief, unexpectedly lovely, glow of light.

                Barrier glanced over to watch the advanced mind being helped into one of the vans. True to his word, the man in the green coat wasn’t resisting, not that he could have managed much of a fight with the finger-sized holes in his ankles. It would have taken incredible mental fortitude to fight through that pain, and the addition of the bulky collar the DVA had slapped on him was probably some sort of deterrent as well. Boss. The bald guy had called him Boss, but really he was just someone with a little power, a lot of ambition, and enough charisma to pull together other like-minded Supers. That made for a dangerous combination, sure, however it was the sort of danger that was obvious, like a truck speeding down a road toward you. Barrier had been through more than enough fights to know that it was the threats that took you by surprise that were often the most dangerous.

                “Do we have any sort of information on the people making moves covertly?” Barrier asked.

                “Here and there. Bayou has been cultivating contacts with some of the weaker elements of the criminal community. People, mostly humans, who don’t want to be caught up in the fights of beings stronger than them. From what he says, it’s been slow-going, but hey, maybe they’ll have pick up a few juicy tidbits while doing the United Avalon prep work and come back with good news tonight.”

                In all the commotion and chaos of the fight, Barrier had nearly forgotten that Bayou and Gunk weren’t with them. Well, Unseelie had said upfront that she wasn’t going to pull them off their assignment unless it was necessary, and that fight had been well-handled from start to finish. “Poor Gunk, he’s going to be sad he missed all the action.”

                Charon’s armored head turned more directly toward Barrier, and he realized she was staring at him from under it. “You didn’t have any friends in the Subtlety discipline, did you?”

                “Not especially,” Barrier admitted. “Why?”

                “It’s okay,” Charon said. “I didn’t either. But after talking with Bayou these past few weeks, I’ve learned one thing for sure: Subtlety Heroes very rarely have boring tasks. I imagine Gunk is having quite the first day on the job.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 31

                Barrier darted around a cement wall, nearly colliding with Charon as she came bolting out from the inside of the warehouse. They fell into pace next to one another, several steps behind Bloodfyre, as they turned another corner to where Unseelie was fighting. The sight of what awaited them nearly caused Barrier to stop in surprise, only training and the moving forms of his teammates keeping his feet working properly.

                At least a dozen people were on the ground, some with cuts, others who looked to be knocked clean-out. The conscious ones were in the grips of Panic’s power, which made the smell of the area almost intolerable. Barrier was going to have to invest in nose-plugs pretty soon, especially if he was going to be dealing with this in close-quarters combat at some point. Still, striking as the stink was, it had nothing on Unseelie.

                Her skin was sparkling in the early afternoon light, as was the twinkling blade in her hand, as she wove her way around the final three criminals trying to attack her. Barrier had seen a lot of fights, both in his HCP days and when learning from his father, but there was something almost mystical about the way Unseelie moved. So much grace, so much certainty, like she knew every step the attackers would make and for her this was all some choreographed dance. Had she been holding back that much against Bloodfyre and Bayou, or were her teammates really that much stronger than the common crooks they were fighting today? Whatever the case, it was clear at a glance that she had this battle sewn up, even if two of her three opponents hadn’t been losing their last meals from both ends.

                A quick slice of the blade took out the hamstring of a vomiting man with spikes growing from his skin, and another swing of the sword took down a woman who was desperately trying to run at an accelerated speed while soiling herself. That just left one more opponent, a shifter whose snake-like form was apparently immune to Panic’s influence.

                “Be ready,” Bloodfyre cautioned, stepping back to be closer to Barrier and Charon. “One on one, against an opponent like that, we’re more likely to get in the way than help. But if things go south, we need to be ready to jump in. As much as Unseelie is strong and skilled, in the field you can never take victory for granted. One surprise is all that’s needed for a safe situation to turn deadly.”

                Barrier glanced over at Charon, who’d materialized a pair of axes in her hands. It was impossible to see her face through the golden helm covering her head, so he had no idea how she felt watching this fight. Probably excited, knowing Angela, although she sure looked ready to spring into action the moment she was needed. With all the smiles and casual attitude she showed out of costume, it was easy to forget that she never would have made it so far if she didn’t at least take combat seriously.

                A streak of movement drew Barrier’s attention back to the fight. The snake-shifter was a lot faster than he looked; he closed the gap between he and Unseelie with impressive speed, jaws opened and fangs extended as he prepared to take a chunk out of her. Before they could snap down, however, the sharp tip of her blade pressed against his mouth. She’d seen the attack coming and been ready for it, turning her sword into a trap. Before the shifter could backpedal, Unseelie grabbed the back of his thick scaly neck, drawing blood with the edges of her diamond nails.

                “Unshift and surrender now. If you try to bite, you’ll impale your brain on this sword, and if you try to run I’ll dig in deep and tear out a piece of your spine. All your friends and enemies are finished; you’re the last one standing. Reward yourself for that feat by skipping a trip to the hospital.” Her voice was calm, almost reassuring, really. It sounded more like she was trying to talk someone off a ledge than get them to give up. The way she said it, it was like she’d done him a favor by beating him. Now he didn’t have to feel compelled to fight anymore.

                “Swooor.” The noise that came out of the shifter’s mouth was a half-choked gurgle. It sounded like gibberish to Barrier, but as Unseelie pulled her blade a few inches back the pieces fell into place. He was saying “sword” as best he could with one jammed in his mouth, because if he shifted as things were he’d end up with the blade halfway down his throat.

                As soon as Unseelie moved the weapon, the snake-man began to shift. In seconds there was no sign of scales or fangs, just a bald guy around Barrier’s age, staring at the Heroes around him with unmasked fear in his eyes. “You really beat both crews?”

                “Kid, this was nothing to us.” Bloodfyre took a step forward; his own gruff voice a stark contrast to Unseelie’s warm one. It was interesting to Barrier the way his teacher shifted to fill various roles depending on what the situation demanded. Before, he’d been a cautious voice of reason, but now he was acting as the bad cop to counter Unseelie’s gentle approach. “Unseelie or I could have stopped you all by ourselves. The only reason we bothered calling the rest of the team in is because nothing good was on TV. Think about that when your time in prison is over and people start calling on you to use that power of yours for crime again. Remember that we wiped out all of you without even breaking a sweat.”

                Except that there absolutely had been sweating. Bloodfyre was acting like they’d rolled through flippantly, when in fact every inch of the operation had been carefully communicated and safety was considered at all times. But that, Barrier was starting to understand, wasn’t what the world needed to see. Heroes had to appear unbeatable, like forces of nature governed only by the DVA and their duty to the people. Because if no one thought they could beat the Heroes, then maybe they wouldn’t try. Or even better, maybe they’d avoid getting into crime at all since they didn’t think they could get away with it.

                It was beginning to occur to Barrier that maybe he should have taken a few theatre classes during his time in college. They might have been good preparation for this job. Then again, Bloodfyre was doing the heavy lifting in terms of acting, so maybe each team just deferred to whoever had the most talent for it. It was something to hope for, at least.

                The sound of sirens caught Barrier’s attention, as a half-dozen black and white DVA vans began pulling onto the scene. From inside came men and women wearing coveralls while hefting around sizable briefcases. One stopped at the nearest cluster of injured, but conscious, crooks and started pulling various cuffs and headbands from within the briefcase.

                “DVA is here for cleanup,” Unseelie announced. “Panic and Hammerspace, you two are dismissed back to your normal schedules. Bloodfyre and I will stick around with our interns until everyone is secured, that’s more than enough Heroes for the job. Barrier, our task now is to make sure no one gets any crazy ideas about attacking DVA agents or bolting for freedom. Keep your eyes peeled. Generally by this point they’re too hurt or tired to fight, but we’ve always got to be alert.”

                “And after that, you get to enjoy your first DVA debriefing,” Charon said, slapping Barrier on the back of his shield. “Word to the wise: bring snacks. Sometimes those things can really drag on.”

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 30

                A huge shifter that looked like a bear-raccoon hybrid came bolting out from behind a stack of knocked over shipping containers, clearly intent on catching Bloodfyre from the rear. Instead, it nearly ran right into Barrier, who was trailing behind his teacher as instructed. For a moment, the beast seemed uncertain which target to go after, but after the initial hesitation passed it decided that the nearest Hero would make for the best prey. Rearing back, it slammed a heavy paw directly into Barrier’s torso… where it stopped cold as it made contact with his shield.

                “Be grateful,” Barrier said as he stepped in, expanding his shield-hand and getting a firm grip on the shifter’s left leg. “If you’d tried that with Bloodfyre your arm would have been disintegrated.” A quick squeeze, a series of pops from the leg, and suddenly the bear-raccoon creature was collapsed onto the ground, whimpering in pain. “Stay down. If you try and move, the only thing you’ll accomplish is to get both of your legs broken, or worse.”

                Barrier darted away from the shifter, hurrying to catch up with Bloodfyre, who’d dropped two assailants in the time Barrier had been dealing with his. It took a hard run to close the gap, which made it nice to know that all the cardio drilling they’d done in the HCP wasn’t just to drum people out. On a battlefield, being able to move quickly and frequently was a necessary skill. Linger too long in any one place, and you became a sitting target.

                Chatter ran through his ear as Barrier darted across an open section of the wharf, keeping a steady distance from Bloodfyre. Most of it was about the fight inside, so he listened as closely as he could in case anything impacted the outer battle, but for the most part focused on his portion of the fight. Important as coordination was, it was still vital that he not get so blinded by the big picture that he missed the small warning signs.

                Warning signs like the shadows that appeared on the ground to his right, seconds before three barrels came slamming down into his back. They bounced harmlessly off the shield, of course, but Barrier still stopped in his tracks, spinning around to scout the area. If the advanced mind was throwing shots that precise, they had to be making visual contact. Sure enough, Barrier caught sight of a man in a green coat ducking behind a large pile of rope near more containers.

                “Hey team, I think I’ve got eyes on the advanced mind.”

                “As I recall, your shield keeps you from being lifted or moved by telekinesis, correct?” Unseelie sounded calm, despite the fact that there were explosions and gunshots coming from her direction.

                “Yes ma’am,” Barrier replied.

                “Then you’re the one best suited to take them out. Can you handle that, Barrier?”

                “I’ll sure do my best.” Barrier turned and began racing toward the pile of rope where the advanced mind had ducked. It was a trap; obviously, the crook couldn’t really have been more blatant about it. That was fine though. Barrier was a brute force Hero, his role had always been taking the dangerous positions and springing the traps. Dashing around the corner, he was unsurprised to find that not only was the advanced mind waiting there with a cluster of barrels, but there were two more people flanking him. A short woman with orange hair and matching eyes, as well as a large guy whose head was either bald or shaved.

                “Classic combo, right?” The advanced mind was grinning; he clearly thought he had Barrier dead-to-rights. “Strongman, blaster, and advanced mind. And you Heroes don’t think we learn anything from watching you. Now just back down and let us get away. Nobody needs to get hurt.”

                “You’re kind of stealing my lines here,” Barrier replied. “Surrender now and you can go to prison, not a hospital.”

                “Feeling pretty good with that energy of yours I take it. It did a nice job of stopping physical objects, but I wonder if it can really take the heat?” The advanced mind had barely gotten the word “heat” out before the woman with orange hair struck, firing a pair of flaming beams from her eyes directly into Barrier’s chest. It was an impressive display, which made it all more satisfying to see the surprise on their faces as Barrier stepped forward, unaffected.

                He let the shock linger for just a moment, then attacked, racing forward and expanding his shield. The right hand he wrapped around the woman’s face, stopping her beams before they could do any more damage, and the left he used to grab both of her legs. With an ability that destructive he couldn’t afford to take chances, so he squeezed them both until he heard the telltale pops, then set her down onto the concrete softly.

                “As a matter of fact, my shield can take quite a bit.”

                Barrier turned to face the advanced mind, but the big guy had leapt between them. He grabbed ahold of Barrier’s shoulders and yelled back to the advanced mind. “Run boss!”

                Boss, huh? Well, that made it all the more important that they not let this criminal escape. Using his already giant shield-hand, Barrier brushed aside the strongman’s grip and took hold of his shoulder. Rather than try and snap his limbs, however, Barrier just lifted him up and carried him along as he chased after the already fleeing form of the advanced mind. The large Super smashed his fists against the glowing hand holding him aloft, but he wasn’t able to so much as budge it. Short of someone like Titan, it would take more than raw strength to beat Barrier’s power.

                As he ran, the advanced mind began to fling things into Barrier’s path, most of which he simply plowed through. This guy was pretty skilled, and he was quick, but a little bit of talent was no match for the training Barrier had been through. He closed the gap in seconds, grabbing the advanced mind by the legs and lifting him upside down into the air along with his strongman friend.

                “Shit, looks like you got me.” The crook raised his hands, which actually made them point at the ground, and put on a wide smile. “I surrender, Hero. I will go without objection or resistance. You have bested me, and I accept my defeat.”

                For the first time since the fight had started, Barrier hesitated. What should he do now? When one of the HCP’s robot enemies, a Sim, gave up then that was that. But this guy could claim to quit, then go running again the moment Barrier let him go to help the others. So should he break the man’s legs? That felt like excessive force for someone who was surrendering.

                Thankfully, he was saved by the wisdom of someone more experienced. Bloodfyre stepped into view, having apparently raced over, and thrust two fingers coated in red energy through the advanced mind’s left ankle. “Your surrender has been noted, and once incarcerated you’ll be entitled to healing for your injuries.” The glowing red hand moved over and jammed through the other ankle, eliciting a small squeal of pain from the advanced mind, who was otherwise remaining stoic. He turned to the strongman, who had paled visibly at the display.

                “How about you? Surrender and healing, or resistance and a hospital?”

                “I’ll take the surrender.” There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation in the large crook’s reply.

                “Good call,” Bloodfyre said. “If you’d given up without fighting, this wouldn’t be necessary, but since you attacked a Hero we can’t exactly trust you to play nice. Surrender means this is a temporary measure, although it is a painful one.”

                Despite the fact that Bloodfyre was speaking to the criminals, Barrier knew the words were really for him. This was how to deal with Supers who attacked and then surrendered, they were incapacitated but not left on their own for recovery. The technique seemed a bit brutal as Barrier watched his teacher burn through another set of ankles, however it wasn’t as if they could just take people who’d attacked them at their word. Maybe when he was more experienced, he’d be able to think of a better way. For right now, however, they still had a fight to finish.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 29

                Shifters were a common type of Super; some speculated them to be the most-common type of all, although it was hard to get an accurate census with so many other countries refusing to share data about their variant-humans. When she was in college, Angela had two in her HCP class, four if one counted all those present during freshman year, which she didn’t. Since graduating and becoming Charon, she’d dealt with at least a dozen or so. Gangs were a big issue in Port Valins, and most shifters tended to be good muscle. Most were animalistic, replicating the look and abilities from some section of nature. Others were a little more peculiar, though. She’d considered the shifter who took the form of what looked like a concrete scarecrow to be the oddest of the bunch, up until today. Now there was a new contender for that crown, and it was the scuttling creature whose body seemed to be entirely composed of clawed hands.

                “I wish you all could see this, it looks like Lovecraft designed a Super. Damn thing is freaky as hell,” Charon said, nimbly avoiding a blow from the rolling mass of hands. It was as strong as it was unsettling, which meant every blow left chunks in the concrete floor knocked away.

                “Freaky and with no stomach, which means Panic can’t slow it down.” Hammerspace opened a portal overhead as she spoke, letting a torrent of rubber bullets rain down on the hand monster. As she did, Charon threw a few blades into the mix, mentally weaving them around to chop away some of those arms, hoping to reveal a gooey punchable center. Unfortunately, the limbs had barely hit the ground before new ones were growing in their place. Fucking thing had an impressive regenerative capacity.

                Charon took a few steps back, surveying the inside of the warehouse. Every other member of the gang who’d been inside was either knocked out, seriously injured, or full-on trampled. The hand-shifter wasn’t particularly careful as it thrashed about, smashing down on allies as it tried to crush the Hero in golden armor. Right now, the thing was contained, but if it broke out then it could cause serious trouble in a populated area. And that regenerative capacity was making non-lethal neutralization look less and less viable. While no one had said it out loud yet, the truth of what needed to be done was growing clearer by the second. Still, she didn’t want to resort to killing just yet. Not when there was another option yet to be tested.

                “Dispatch, I’m requesting permission to escalate against my target. Regeneration like we’re seeing is bound to sap the Super’s stamina. I’d like to start lopping off limbs at a high rate, forcing it to heal and hopefully tiring the thing out. There is a risk I’ll do too much too fast and kill it, though.”

                “Do you need any help in there?” Unseelie asked. As her mentor, she was privy to every conversation Charon had with Dispatch, even when the comms weren’t set on team communication mode.

                “I’m fine, just getting proper clearance before I let loose. This thing is annoying, not difficult. I’ll clean up here and come help you all outside.”

                “Don’t worry about it too much,” Panic’s voice said. “Since the interior is done I’m getting in position to hit the outer forces.”

                Good, if Panic was there too then they’d have an easy go of it. With a new Hero on the team, they needed to stack the odds in their favor. Teamwork and synergy were going to be off with this new element, and every layer of safety they added minimized the chances of someone getting hurt.

                “Charon, your request for escalation has been authorized.” Dispatch sounded calm, as always, which was a nice influence to have when staring at a creature composed entirely of limbs. “With the strength and regeneration your team has reported, it is conditionally assumed to be Demolition Class. Given your proximity to population, you are to stop it with non-lethal means if possible; however, it cannot be permitted to escape.”

                “Got it. Play nice if I can, but if push comes to shove I do the job,” Charon replied. She then looked over at the hand-shifter, who was tilting toward her, preparing for another charge. Part of her wondered how the thing could even see, but that was a question for when the work was done. “Hey you! I don’t know if you can hear me without ears, but we’re done screwing around. Shift back and surrender right now, or I have to get rough with you. The kind of rough that doesn’t heal back.”

                The hands started to… wave? No, they were shaking. Was this thing laughing at her? It was impossible to tell, not that it mattered anyway. Her enemy hadn’t shifted back to human form, and that was the only gesture that would have changed how Charon had to proceed. All around her blades began to form. She brought it up to a dozen, then began to spin them rapidly as they floated in mid-air. Charon could call and control more, but it was smart to leave herself with options if things went south. No sense in over-committing to an attack and leaving herself vulnerable.

                “Well, can’t say I didn’t warn you.” Charon made a quick motion with her hand and the whirling blades shot forward, just as the hand-shifter began charging toward her once more. Her blades met its flesh in a series of wet, squishing sounds as arm after arm tumbled to the ground. It was tough, getting through those arms took more effort than it should have. Too bad for the shifter, a big part of Charon’s training under Unseelie was learning to hone every weapon she created, making them as sharp and deadly as possible.

                The first round of limbs were on the ground before Charon had finished getting out of the hand-shifter’s path, and while a new batch was already growing from the stumps she didn’t slow down her assault in the slightest. Arm after arm slapped to the concrete as the blades continued making passes. A couple of the blades were knocked aside by some of the clawed fists bashing into them, but the efforts only delayed the inevitable.

                By the time she was on her fourth pass, Charon noticed that the rate of new arms growing back had begun to slow down. Thank goodness, this thing did have a limit. She continued to press her attack, no longer worrying about having to dodge as all of the shifter’s attention had gone to trying to swat away the spinning blades hacking away at it. Charon’s focus was rapt, never wavering from her enemy. If one of the other crooks woke up, she had to trust Hammerspace to cover her. This was going to take every ounce of concentration to time correctly.

                Finally, the moment came. The hand-shifter seemed to shudder, a brief spasm that ran through all the remaining limbs, of which there were significantly fewer. As soon as she saw that tremor, Charon dismissed the weapons in a shower of glowing light. It was a good thing she did, since seconds later the hands all collapsed in on themselves, reforming into a human woman who fell onto the rough concrete.

                Charon raced over to check her condition. The woman had a plethora of cuts all over her body, but none of them looked more than skin-deep. Without pausing, Charon created a new golden object, this one a collar around the unconscious woman’s neck with a sharp edge inside.

                “Dispatch, shifter has been rendered unconscious. I also dropped a blade-collar on her, so if she tries to shift again she’ll decapitate herself the minute she starts to grow. We probably need something a little less lethal for long-term incarceration.”

                “DVA agents will arrive momentarily for transportation, they’ve been briefed to bring necessary equipment,” Dispatch said.

                A small sigh of relief left Charon’s lips before she turned and began running toward the nearest door. The fight wasn’t over yet; her team would be counting on her to enter the fray. Rest would come when the job was done, and not a moment before.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 28

                Barrier was halfway through his hot dog, which was nearly tolerable when drowned out by enough ketchup and mustard, when Dispatch’s voice suddenly rang in his ear.

                “Barrier and Bloodfyre, we have confirmed Super conflict taking place in Port Valins. Most of your team is already there, and your DVA rep will be appearing in several seconds to transport you. Please prepare for teleportation.”

                Bloodfyre never missed a moment, dropping the rest of his food into a nearby trash can and dismissing the red energy around his left arm. “Barrier, can you do a partial removal of your shield?”

                “Sorry, but no, it’s all or nothing.”

                “Danny needs physical contact to transport someone, so I want you to drop it as soon as he appears and then bring it back the moment we’re back on solid ground. He knows not to drop us into a hot zone before we’re ready, but the landscape of a battlefield is always shifting.”

                “Barrier, Unseelie has requested a team connection through the comms, do you accept?” Dispatch asked.

                For a second, Barrier started to nod, then realized she couldn’t see him. “Yes Dispatch, I accept.”

                A slight click echoed through his ear, and then the next sound Barrier heard was Unseelie’s voice. “Alright, looks like we’ve got the other two on the comms. Barrier and Bloodfyre, this is going to be suppression work. We’ve got two start-up gangs vying for control, and they let themselves end up in a full-blown brawl. Most of the Supers have records, so Dispatch has confirmed that all known Supers are in the Standard class. So far confirmed we have a low-end advanced mind, a strongman, some people throwing energy, and a few shifters. That said, there are a couple of gang members we don’t know the full abilities of, so be ready to adapt as needed. Barrier, stay with your teacher and do as he says. If I need to pull you off of him, then I’ll tell you, otherwise you two work as a unit.”

                The air nearby rippled as Danny suddenly appeared. He looked tired, sweat dripping down his face and staining the collar of his shirt. That said, the man never hesitated, reaching for Bloodfyre and Barrier, who remembered just in time to drop his shield. Without a word, Danny leapt them through space, dropping the bottom out of Barrier’s stomach. A new scene snapped into reality around them and for the second time in two days Barrier vomited, although this instance had nothing to do with Panic. He still remembered to put his shield back up, however. The last thing he wanted was to be caught vulnerable in such a position. It was a quick release, and when it was done he felt better. Barrier turned back to find that Danny was already gone, and Bloodfyre was checking their position.

                While they could hear the sounds of battle from nearby, Danny had dropped them off behind a stack of shipping containers. It allowed them a few precious moments to assess the current layout of the battlefield before they were fully in the fray. Bloodfyre peeked around the corner for several seconds, then turned back to Barrier.

                “Looks like mostly Standard class out here. I can see two of the shifters and it sounds like someone is throwing energy. Remember: on Standard class we only kill if absolutely necessary. They were smart at least, they picked an isolated area so we won’t have to kill them if they risk endangering civilians. Your best bet is to go for the legs, take out their mobility and their concentration in one go. I’m leading the charge, you’re watching my back, making sure no one tries to flank me or plays possum and then goes for a shot from behind. I’m going to be working quick, so keep up. Are you okay?”

                “I’m good.” And that was, surprisingly, the truth. Everything they’d been doing since arrival had been new for Barrier, which made it imposing and scary, but battle was a different beast. He knew how to fight. It was what he’d worked at, excelled at, and even if Angela had shaken his confidence he still had faith in his training. With no civilians around to worry about, this was like the simulated combat scenarios he’d drilled countless times. Mistakes might be made, he wasn’t so arrogant as to think he was perfect, but Barrier was back on familiar ground.

                “Glad to hear it. Stay on-”

                The crunch of metal was the only warning they had before one of the higher up shipping containers came tumbling forward on a crash course for where they were standing. Barrier snapped into movement on pure reflex, lifting his shield’s arms while expanding his hands as wide as he could in the limited time. It wasn’t enough for him to be unharmed, he had to catch a wide enough section to protect Bloodfyre as well. The metal came slamming down onto the two translucent blue palms of his expanded shield, halting the container before it could hit either them or the concrete. Barrier glanced over at Bloodfyre, only to discover that his teacher was burning brightly with red energy, so intense that the concrete beneath his feet was eroding and the part of the shipping container overhead was beginning to disintegrate.

                “Nice reflexes,” Bloodfyre said. “Can you set that thing down?”

                “Sure.” Barrier tilted his hands slightly, sending the container sliding off to the other side of them where it crashed heavily to the ground. “What was that?”

                “Advanced mind. Probably heard us planning to enter the fight and tried to stop us before we even got a shot. Partly our fault for standing still so long in the first place. Come on, let’s move. The plan doesn’t change, although if you see anybody using telekinesis let me know. I always feel a lot better when an enemy with the power to read minds is off the battlefield.”

                “Won’t the advanced mind know we’re looking for them?”

                “Probably, but that doesn’t change anything for us. We have to stop all the criminal Supers, which means deep down they all know we’re coming for them.” Bloodfyre dashed forward, out of the containers, and Barrier hurried to keep up. “Unseelie, we are on the field. Where do you need us?”

                “Panic has most of the ones inside the warehouse affected; Hammerspace and Charon are picking them off. I could use a little help thinning the herd out by the docks though.”

                Bloodfyre adjusted his position slightly, and Barrier followed the lead. “We’re on our way, Unseelie. Make sure to leave enough of them so we can properly train the rookie.”  

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 27

                It wasn’t until the police statements were taken and both drivers had left the scene, one heading to work and the other off to a hospital, that Barrier felt his nerves slacken a touch. He’d been braced for something to go wrong through all of the follow-up, the discussion with police, the EMTs checking over the big man’s broken hand, and the crowd gathering to watch. With every new element, he’d shifted himself slightly, making sure he could protect the greatest number of people at a moment’s notice if things spiraled out of control. Although, he’d never moved himself to a place where he wouldn’t be able to shield the children. There was minimizing overall damage, and then there was basic human decency.

                Bloodfyre finished speaking with the last of the police officers, shaking hands and posing for a picture with one of the younger cops before jogging over to Barrier. “Okay, the situation is recorded and diffused, so we’re free to get back on patrol.” He paused, looking up at a nearby lamppost with a hanging clock. “Or maybe we should go ahead and grab lunch, then head back out. No sense in starting a new route only to break halfway through.”

                Now that his nerves were finally beginning to settle, Barrier could feel the emptiness in his stomach that his meager offering of breakfast had failed to quell. Lunch sounded like a good idea, and there were a few spots he’d been dying to try out. Before he could toss out suggestions, Bloodfyre had pulled out his phone and opened an app that looked like a gameshow wheel with the names of local restaurants on it.

                “Cross your fingers for a good one,” Bloodfyre advised. He pressed a button on the side and the wheel began to spin, turning and turning until it slowed, and then halted with the arrow at the top resting on a name Barrier couldn’t quite make out. Bloodfyre, however, could see it clearly, and his mouth turned downward in an unmistakable frown. “Well crap. Looks like we’re doing hot dogs. And not even nice ones, either.”

                Barrier watched as Bloodfyre put the phone away, putting together what had just happened. “You pick your lunch spots at random?”

                “Sadly, yes.” Bloodfyre checked the nearby street signs, then began to lead Barrier south. “If even we don’t know where we’re going to be eating, it makes it impossible for someone else to predict. That minimizes the chances of someone ambushing or poisoning us when we stop in to grab food.”

                “Poison?” Barrier’s eyes went a bit wide in his mask. He’d always known such a thing was possible, but Bloodfyre made it sound like he dodged cyanide in his dishes daily.

                They reached a crossroads, and Bloodfyre turned left. “Oh yeah, that was popular for a while. Doesn’t work on every Hero, but you can kill a lot of us by attacking the stomach. The DVA and the Heroes cracked down on establishments that enabled it though, so now we generally only have to worry about a crook or Hero hater sneaking into the kitchen to poison our dishes. Hence the randomizing food choice app. And we don’t tend to eat out a whole lot.”

                Bloodfyre paused their trip, looking Barrier over carefully. “How are you holding up so far? It’s been a peaceful morning for the most part, but that last situation had the potential to get hairy. You made the right call setting yourself up to be a shield, by the way. I’m fairly confident I could have brought that Super down, but knowing you were there to stop collateral damage would have made the whole process a lot easier.”

                “Thank you,” Barrier said. “And I feel like I’m doing okay. Way less nervous than this morning, at any rate. But the car wreck was… odd. I’ve been thinking over it, and I’m still not sure who was really in the wrong. I mean technically, the Super didn’t break any laws, but somehow the whole thing felt unsettling.”

                “Hang on now, we don’t know that.” Bloodfyre halted, checking the nearby addresses before continuing. “The Super said that the big fellow caused the wreck. Neither you or I have seen the tape. For all we know, it was the Super’s fault and he was baiting the other guy into taking a swing. Once you assault someone, people tend to take your word a little less credibly. At the end of the day, all we can do is trust the cops to gather the evidence and the judges to dole out appropriate sentences. Always remember, we’re one cog in a large machine with lots of checks and balances. When Heroes forget that, when they start thinking of themselves as the whole machine, things rarely end well.”

                “But don’t we…” Barrier’s words puttered off, as he swung his head around to make sure there were no civilians nearby to overhear this part. It wasn’t a secret by any means, just as it also wasn’t the sort of thing he wanted to be overheard discussing. “Don’t we kill people, when we have too?”

                Bloodfyre’s steps came to a slow halt as he nodded, doing an area sweep of his own. “Yes, we do. Not easily or freely, however that is part of the job. Even then, though, we are not the judge and jury. The DVA assesses the threat, feeds us the information through Dispatch, and makes the call on whether permanent neutralization is necessary. There are exceptions, sometimes in battle saving your own life or the lives of others means making a snap call with lethal consequences, but you’d better believe we’re held accountable for that kind of thing. Heroes have lost their titles and their freedom over playing the ‘self-defense’ card a little too loosely. The Hero system is just that: a system. While it’s not a perfect one, it does try and balance the sanctity of life with the good of the many. Heroes are at our best when we’re doing our part within that system.”

                In a way, the concept was reassuring. HCP training, aside from the team events, was a lonely endeavor. Everyone he knew and cared about was his competition, leaving a division between even the closest of friendships. The idea of all Heroes being part of one big team, which served as part of a greater crime-fighting community at large, made the whole career feel a little bit less solitary.

                “I think I get it,” Barrier said. “It’ll probably take a while before I really grasp all of this, but I’m starting to wrap my head around it.”

                “Don’t rush it. There are people who’ve been doing this job for a decade and are still trying to figure out their role or make peace with what it demands of you. Today, for example, the job is demanding that we eat some genuinely subpar hot dogs from that street vendor over there.” Bloodfyre pointed to an old, beaten-up cart with a faded sign atop it’s tattered umbrella.

                Hungry as he was, Barrier began the seriously consider skipping lunch.

Blades & Barriers: Chapter 26

                When he first saw it, Barrier barely registered the accident. A pair of sedans were pulled off to the side on a busy street, in an area with lots of businesses and traffic. At most, Barrier took it to be a small fender bender. One person had gunned it a little too hard and smacked the other’s bumper. His eyes skimmed past the people standing outside their cars, until Bloodfyre abruptly changed course and started heading that way.

                It was only once they got closer that Barrier picked up on the details that had been so easy to miss from far off. The way one driver was visibly more aggravated than the other, the pedestrian crowd purposefully parting to give them both wide breadth, the pair of small children’s heads in the back seat of the front car. How had Bloodfyre caught all that with a single look from so far away? Barrier’s HCP training had taught him to look for details on a battlefield, sure, but this was just a bunch of people powering through a daily commute. Yet Bloodfyre had caught the warning signs quickly, and put himself on an immediate route to help. It was easy to let one’s focus slip during patrol, without the tension and risk of battle all around. Barrier made a note that he needed to work on that as well. Already he’d compiled a sizable list of areas to improve, and they hadn’t even made it to lunch time yet.

                No one was yelling as they drew close. The man driving the green sedan who’d been hit was leaning forward, nearly dwarfing the smaller driver of a gray car with a now dented front bumper. The lack of screams should have been a good sign, but Barrier realized it wasn’t the moment he got a good look at the larger man’s face. It was red and pinched, veins in his thick neck bulging. This wasn’t a case of anger that would flash quickly and then pass away with equal speed. He was pissed, and from the way he was glaring down at the smaller driver, this whole situation was going to end in violence if they didn’t intervene.

                “Gentlemen, how’s everyone’s day going?” Bloodfyre brightened his energy somehow, making it more ostentatious and drawing in the few eyes that weren’t already on him. “Looks like somebody was riding the bumper a little too closely. First things first, is anyone hurt or in need of medical attention?”

                Despite the fact that he was clearly talking to the men, Bloodfyre actually faced the back of the green car and gave a wide smile to the children’s heads that had swiveled around to get a good look at him. He knew how to dial back the scary when he wanted, and given the way he looked that was pretty impressive. Both kids dropped out of sight, only for the tops of their heads and eyes to pop back into view a few seconds later.

                “I’m fine, but my children were in the backseat when this son of a bitch slammed into us.” The driver of the green car, a man who looked like he’d rather chop off a leg than skip a day at the gym, spat the words out toward the gray sedan’s pilot. Something told Barrier that he wouldn’t be quite so aggressive in speaking to Bloodfyre directly.

                “Well, I can certainly understand your concern. Would you like me to call in some medical personnel to check them over?”

                Giggles were coming from the backseat as the kids shuffled around, looking at Bloodfyre and occasionally glancing to the blue shield surrounding Barrier. If they were hurt, it sure didn’t seem like it, but there was total sincerity on Bloodfyre’s face as he asked about calling for medical aid.

                “No… I think they’re okay,” the bigger man said. “We got lucky this time. But I’m not letting this asshole off the hook so easily; he could have done some real damage.”

                “Look, you swerved into my lane, cut me off, and then slammed on your brakes. Get pissed and yell all you want, there are traffic cameras and witnesses all over who are going to back up my story as soon as the real cops arrive. Drop the fake outrage and just take the hit to your insurance.”

                It was the first time they’d heard the smaller man talk, and immediately Barrier knew something was wrong. A guy with his frame shouldn’t be that calm with a slab of muscle looming over him. There should have been some semblance of nerves or worry in the tone, but it was absent. He seemed completely cool and collected, more bored than anything else. Bloodfyre noticed it too, nodding for Barrier to step closer to the two men.

                “Oh what? Now that there are Heroes around you’ve suddenly got a pair?” The bigger man whirled in place, hunching over to cast a literal shadow over his opponent.

                “No, now I’ve got real witnesses if you try anything stupid. I wasn’t going to rely on these others to back my story, true or not. You people always stick together.”

                There was something venomous about the way the smaller man said “you people.” It came with a pall of hatred and dislike that Barrier had usually only heard when he and his family had traveled to a handful of small, backward, towns as a child. Given that both of the drivers were Caucasian though, it didn’t seem to be meant racially. Barrier wasn’t really sure what the intent was, but whatever it had been the big man didn’t care for the tone. Despite his kids and two Heroes both bearing witness, he reared back and slammed his fist into the smaller man’s face.

                Barrier knew the sound of bones breaking too well to mistake the noise for anything else. The hand was shattered, small bits of white sticking out amidst the sea of red. As the large man tried to pull his broken hand back, the small one snagged him by the forearm.

                “Hold on, that was assault. You think I’m letting you just walk away from this?” He squeezed, and Barrier heard another pop from within the muscular forearm. “You’re staying right here and I’m pressing charges.”

                “Assault? You’re a fucking Super! You should have told me, you have to tell people that sort of shit.” Broken hand or no, the big man wasn’t crying or tearing up, but he was staring at the small, seemingly weak hand that had his arm in an iron grip.

                “I don’t have to tell you dick. Maybe don’t go around hitting people who look weaker than you.”

                “Enough.” Barrier had barely looked away, and Bloodfyre had shifted position. He was behind the smaller man, a hand momentarily absent of burning red energy resting on the driver’s shoulder. The voice he was using was nothing like the cheerful and friendly tones he’d employed so far. He sounded cold and hard, wielding the voice of a man who knew violence like an old bedfellow and wasn’t afraid to roll in the sheets with her right now if the mood struck. “He hit you, we all saw it, but if you keep gripping that hard you’re going to do lasting damage. Let him go, now.”

                “I have the right to defend myself.”

                “Which you exercised by not getting out of the way,” Bloodfyre shot back. “I watched your eyes; we both know you could have dodged that punch. At this moment, you’re still in the clear. Push the situation in anyway, escalate things the slightest bit, and the law ceases to be on your side. That means I have to stop you.”

                The words hung there for a long moment as Barrier shifted his own position slightly. Given the durability and strength this Super had shown, he wasn’t sure he could move fast enough to save the muscular man. His children, on the other hand, were another story. Barrier would widen his shield at the slightest movement, making sure they weren’t caught in any ensuing battles. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that.

                With a grunt of annoyance, the small man released his grip, and the large one darted backward quickly. Bloodfyre didn’t exactly sigh in relief, but his eyes did seem a bit less tense. “Barrier, put the man in his car and take the keys to make sure he doesn’t try to flee a crime scene. We’re all staying put until the police arrive to take an official report. Dispatch will route an ambulance to our location as quickly as possible to get him some treatment. As for you, sir, you’re going to stay right here with me until this situation is wrapped up.”

                The Super shook his head, looking at Bloodfyre with unconcealed disgust. “He pulls in front of me, causes an accident, and hits me in the face, but you’re acting like I’m the criminal. I expect it from his kind by now, however I’d hoped one of my own people would be different.”

                “I’m not putting you under arrest,” Bloodfyre said, voice still calm and careful. “Just stay quiet, and don’t give anyone a reason to fear you. You’ve got the law on your side. Be smart, shut up, and keep it that way until the cops get here.”

                Barrier was helping the man into the green sedan, the children’s giggling suddenly gone as they stared in terror at their father’s mangled hand. The big guy had been in the wrong; there was no question about it. He’d attacked someone who looked smaller and weaker because he could. But as Barrier yanked the keys from the ignition and took a quick scan of the crowd’s fearful faces, he had a feeling no one would really remember it that way.