A mechanic’s garage wasn’t an inherently dangerous place, aside from the possibility of self-injury with a tool, but one located in an area of Port Valins that was… economically depressed, had some risks to visiting. Most of those risks vanished from the street as soon as Unseelie and Bloodfyre stepped out of the armored limo. Some had been creeping closer, curious who would drive such a luxurious vehicle to this part of town even in the middle of the day. Others darted off as soon as they saw the vehicle arrive, assuming that anyone willing to drive something like that down here had the necessary power to keep it. But no one wanted to tangle with a Hero, especially someone like Bloodfyre. He wasn’t known for being especially brutal, but by virtue of his power’s destructive nature any confrontation with the Hero would almost certainly end with serious injury. Sometimes it was worth rolling the dice, just not when a Hero whose energy eroded flesh was on the scene.
It didn’t take long for Unseelie and Bloodfyre to sweep the area. Most of what they were doing was making their presence known, although they did scan for potential threats along the way. It would take a damn stupid criminal to make a run at two Heroes, or a Super who was very confident in their abilities. Both Heroes hoped that showing themselves would ensure the situation stayed peaceful. The best fight was one that never started.
Once that was done, they broke into pairs. Bloodfyre got the diplomats out of the limo while Unseelie moved inside the garage. Rumor of her arrival had clearly reached the owner and workers before she did, as a bald man with a stern expression was awaiting her inside the door.
“I don’t give a shit who the cops send, I don’t sell stolen parts and you won’t find any here.”
Unseelie was taken aback, though she kept her face neutral save for a mild expression of curiosity. “I beg your pardon?”
“That’s why you’re here, right? Trying to intimidate me? The cops think every garage down here is a chop shop just because this is where we can afford to do business. Well you show me your warrant and then you can search the place, but you won’t find shit. I run a clean business, and once this is done I’m calling my lawyer. Sending down a Hero just to scare me has to be intimidation.” He was staring her down, determined not to show any fear despite the fact that he had to know how powerful she was.
While she wasn’t completely sure what she’d just stepped into, Unseelie could put the pieces together easily enough. In the span of seconds she decided the best way to proceed here was diplomacy. Force was an option, often a useful one when people started a discussion off with this level of aggression, but it sounded like this man had already dealt with too much of people wielding their power against him. Kindness and understanding were the smarter option, unless he decided to escalate the situation. If that happened, her hands were tied, but she hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
Extending her hand, Unseelie gave the fuming man in front of her a rare public smile. “I think there’s a misunderstanding here. I wasn’t sent by the police, or anyone else, to search your shop. I’m just acting as security for someone who wanted to visit your establishment. My name is Unseelie, and I hope it will be a pleasure to meet you.”
He stared at her for a long moment, then at her hand, then at the workers who’d grouped up behind him. Begrudgingly, he finally accepted the handshake. “I know who you are. Everyone who lives here knows who you are. And I don’t trust you, but I’ll play along for now. My name is Basil Linard, and this is my garage. So tell me, Unseelie the Hero, what visitor do you have that wants to come to a place like this?”
“They should be in any moment, my associate was just waiting for me to let him know everything inside is safe. Which it is, by the way.” Unseelie had left her channel open so Bloodfyre could hear everything she said. Now that he knew they were clear to enter, he should be bringing the diplomats in. Although it was risky, she decided to add a little more clarification. Basil was already defensive; if he was going to react violently to a surprise then better it happened before Iliana and Steven were inside. “Perhaps you saw the press conference yesterday, about the diplomats from United Avalon. They’re the ones who wanted to come see you.”
The shift in mood wasn’t what she’d expected. Basil, the man who had faced down a renowned Hero without batting so much as an eye, took a step back. He was scared, and so were a lot of the other workers. That was odd. If they were just being offered safe passage home, what was there to fear? Maybe they really didn’t believe that United Avalon had taken control from the old republic and that they were about to be kidnapped. Or… maybe they knew exactly who was coming and were afraid of the diplomats. Basil’s eyes darted about, clearly making note of which exits were close enough to run to.
“Mr. Linard, is something wrong? I’ve been assured that the United Avalon diplomats are only here to-”
“All of you, run. I’ll hold them.” Basil’s fear had faded; in its place was a stern look of resolve. Without provoking him, Unseelie adjusted her stance. She had a hunch of where this was about to go and wanted to be ready to react. The other workers were standing still, looking at him in shock, until Basil whipped his head around and screamed at them. “Run!”
They broke, dashing out the back door, many staring at Basil until they were unable to see him any longer. Unseelie let them go, she didn’t have orders to pursue mechanics. Her only job right now was to keep the diplomats safe, and Basil seemed like the biggest threat at the moment.
“Mr. Linard, I’m not sure what’s happening, but I urge you not to do anything stupid. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
“The rest of them were failures. Tell her that. Tell her there’s nothing to get from them.” Basil raised his hands, and Unseelie noticed a few screws in the corner begin to shake. Was he telekinetic?
“Tell me yourself, Basil. I like the new surname, it fits you well. But keeping your first made you the easiest to find. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure it would be you.” Iliana had arrived with Steven next to her and Bloodfyre standing before them. “Listen to the Hero, we just want to talk. Don’t get you and your friends into more trouble than necessary.”
Basils’ eyes widened as he caught sight of her, his outstretched hands trembling slightly. Unseelie almost rushed him in that moment, until she caught site of a nearby car bumper shaking as well. He was on the edge, anything sudden could set him off, and without knowing his power it was impossible to say for certain if they’d be able to protect the diplomats.
“You look well, Iliana. Much better than when we were living in the dirt. Power suits you. It always did. Not me, though. I never wanted this.”
“That so? I remember you wielding yours quite effectively when the time came.” Iliana took a step slightly closer, and Bloodfyre moved himself between her and Basil. “We need you, Basil. All I want to do is talk. I swear it upon our very suffering.”
“I believe you,” Basil replied. “You would sit down with me, and talk, and when it was done I’d come with you. You’d make me believe it was necessary again. But eventually, I’d come to my senses and have to live with whatever I did. So please, leave my place of business now. Don’t force me to protect myself.”
Unseelie edged a hair closer. Whatever was about to go down, she’d need to act fast when it did. She just wished she had a better idea of the power Basil was wielding. Why hadn’t Iliana told them this man was a Super?
“What will you do, Basil? Kill a pair of Heroes just to try and take us out? Is that going to ease your guilt?” Iliana demanded.
“No. Nothing can ever wash the sins from my soul.” Basil’s eyes shut and he lowered his head, as if in surrender. “I only ask that God forgives me for what I must now do.”
The entire shop turned to chaos in an instant. Everything metal was suddenly airborne, whipping about at incredible speed. It was a wave of destruction, all crashing together and converging on a single point in the room. Unseelie tried her best to stop it, but it was too much. Even she was only one person, one person who could only block so much.
Finally, it ended. All the lights had been torn from their sockets, so only Bloodfyre’s brilliant red energy, wrapped carefully around Iliana and Steven, lit the room. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to see the aftermath of what Basil had done. Where he’d stood was a lump of fused metal, so tightly bonded that one couldn’t make out a trace of the man who’d previously occupied that spot. It was not, however, so perfectly sealed that blood couldn’t leak out, which was why a pool of red was rapidly spreading across the concrete floor.
Basil had killed himself. Violently, powerfully, and without any chance for them to stop him. He’d entombed his own body rather than talk to Iliana. Slowly, Unseelie turned to stare at the pair of diplomats.
“You two had better have a damn explanation for what just happened. And I. Mean. Now.”