Unseelie didn’t linger after dinner, only pausing long enough to change clothes and have a brief conversation with her intern. After that, she was planning to be out the door, taking Panic and Hammerspace with her for the night shift. It was decided that keeping the Heroes with interns around for the evening made the most sense, just in case they came up with questions or concerns about the impending trip.
For Brett, he felt like he didn’t know enough to even be aware of what to ask. A cursory glance at the internet had shown him United Avalon boasted a largely tropical climate, meaning he had to dress for heat, but other than that he wasn’t really sure what to prepare for. Were they going to be walking into a militarized zone with armed men on every corner, or would it present the facade of a tourist mecca with cheap souvenirs and drinks all over the place? There were some tales from tourists online, most of which painted it as the latter. The thing was, United Avalon wasn’t high on many people’s travel destination lists thanks to the civil unrest, and the few who had gone there gave the clear impression that they’d been led along and kept in specific areas.
The one thing that did jump out at Brett in his research was the fact that every tourist was asked whether or not they had abilities before entering the country. All of the ones posting were evidently human, so he had no idea what happened to Supers who made the trip. Maybe they just weren’t talking about it, maybe they were avoiding the country altogether, or maybe… maybe they weren’t able to come back. Surely that was him being paranoid though. If Supers were vacationing in United Avalon and not returning, their friends and family would make a ruckus, right? Brett really liked to think so, but the longer he worked as a Hero the more aware he became of the dark sentiment many humans harbored toward those with powers. A Super going to the land of Supers and staying might be brushed off by a lot of humans in positions of the authority, the reports never making their way to the DVA.
Brett shook his head. That was crazy. Even if a few assholes out there held grudges, there was no way every Super who went to UA would vanish without someone noticing. And what was he basing this off of? The mere fact that no Supers were posting online about vacations to one spot. Working with Bayou and Gunk was expanding his horizons, but it was also starting to make him paranoid. Yes, the fact that there were only human accounts online was worth noting, however he needed to let the evidence tell him what the facts were, not try and force the facts to fit his wild theories. Right now, he knew too little to form a real hypothesis about anything. That was true of almost everything involving United Avalon, which was why they were going on this trip to start with.
The fact that they would be asked if they were human or Super was worth knowing though. If it affected how they were treated, or what they could do within the country, then they’d have to choose their answer carefully. Even more so, they’d need to think of ways to show their gifts without giving away their true identities as Heroes, because demonstrations would almost certainly be needed if they claimed to be Supers.
It was just one aspect of the trip, and Brett already found himself hung up with indecision. Shutting his laptop, he went back to packing for a while, getting every t-shirt and set of shorts he had into a single bag. This was more his speed, the doing rather than the dwelling. The heavy thinking was probably best left to the ones suited and trained for it, just like they’d leave taking hits to him. Brett still wanted to improve, to learn how to think more like Justin did when time allowed, but when the stakes were real he was more than happy to hand things off to the Subtlety Heroes.
* * *
“You are the strongest of the interns.” Unseelie stood in Angela’s room while the intern was seated in a computer chair, watching her teacher intently. “I don’t say that to flatter you, but because you’re far enough along to understand that such a title is also a burden. Gunk is wilier than you, and Barrier is tougher, yet neither of them can match your capacity for sheer pragmatism. Charon is a survivor, a killer, a ruthless warrior who will do almost anything to survive. Most Heroes need years of practice and training to deal the final blow when a situation demands it. Yet when the time to kill comes, you don’t hesitate. Truth be told, that is one of my least favorite traits about you.”
“If we’re being honest, same here,” Angela agreed. “I sort of wish I was more on the fence about it, more bothered by the morality. I don’t like killing, I don’t get any sort of pleasure from it. But every time it comes down to someone else or me surviving, it never feels like a hard choice. Killing comes naturally.”
“Given your pedigree, all the things you’ve seen so early in life, I can imagine such would be the natural course. Still, regardless of where the inclination comes from, it is part of what marks you as capable. Just try to remember that it is far from the only thing that makes you strong. During this trip, you will have a Hero as a guide; I meant that, however you will be on foreign soil in unfamiliar terrain with no easy exits. If anything should go wrong, if the guide is killed or the group is separated, Gunk and Barrier will look to you. I’m not sure even they know it yet, but they would. While I dearly hope it is years before you take up the mantle of true leadership, sometimes life is not so kind. Sometimes it is thrust upon us before we think ourselves ready.”
Unseelie stepped closer, kneeling slightly to look her intern dead in the eyes. “If it all goes awry, if your mission is compromised, then you will have only two objectives. Keep your team safe, and get home. I know you, Angela. I know the woman I agreed to take under my tutelage. I know that by giving you these commands, I risk seeing devastation in your wake. Survival is your greatest strength, even if the costs are high. So listen to me very carefully, and keep these words with you on the trip: there is no pain like burying the members of your team. None. And when they’re trusting you to lead, it’s all the worse. I don’t want you to hurt innocent people or take the sort of actions that tarnish what it is to be a Hero, but other than that I expect you to come home. All of you. If you have to make trouble to do so, if you have to break some rules, then as your team leader and teacher I will bear the responsibility for that. I find the idea far more preferable than putting more of my team in the ground. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am. I understand.” Angela considered the order carefully, measuring it against her own capabilities. “I don’t know that I’m strong enough to keep us all safe, but I’ll do everything I can. At the very least, I’ll bring back something to bury if it comes to that.”
“Much as I do like that you’re realistic in your goals, part of me hates that you’ve seen enough to gain such wisdom.” Unseelie patted her on the shoulder once before rising to her feet. “Just remember to look after one another. Beyond the tactics and the training, that is the core of what a team is. That is what will keep you all the safest.”