Post by Daniel Schmuckler on May 18, 2015 20:46:01 GMT -4
Taylor walked into the PRT Building, a shining fortress of glass and steel.
In a small corner of her mind, she remembered a school assembly where a tall hero had proudly informed the students that they actually weren't windows, but instead were made of some more resilient tinker-made material.
The hero hadn't mentioned the real reason for the change: Ten years before, when the Slaughterhouse 9 terrorized Brockton Bay. Shatterbird.
People stared at Taylor-no, Bug, she was in costume- as she walked into the main lobby. On her left was a gift shop. She'd only been here once before, on another school event. She still had the Alexandria lunchbox she'd gotten from the gift shop somewhere in her house.
In front of Bug was the receptionist, who was the only person in the lobby who wasn't staring at Bug with a look of shock or awe.
Bug instigated the conversation.
"Hello," she checked the name tag, "Debra. I'm here to, uh..."
"Bug, right?" The receptionist smiled, "Fourth door on the right, take the stairs two levels and then the second on the left. But give one second."
Two highly armed guards stepped out of a nearby door.
"Alright, go ahead."
As she walked, Bug felt the bugs throughout the building. She placed a mosquito, fruit fly, or other tiny bug on every person inside or around the building. She knew where every person was. Now, four doors down, up the stairs two levels and second on the left... Bug felt through the room. She put more bugs in, tried to get a feel for it...
One table, five chairs, four people.
One, fat and in a wheelchair. That'd be Piggot.
Another, tall and fit, with a crossbow at her hip. Shadow Stalker.
Another woman, shorter but just as fit, with a weapon that kept disappearing. Miss Militia.
And one she didn't recognize, wearing a body covering suit that she could not get underneath.
She walked up to the door. It was time to enter. Now came the question: How did she want to carry herself? What should she say when she walked in? What is she going to do?
In a small corner of her mind, she remembered a school assembly where a tall hero had proudly informed the students that they actually weren't windows, but instead were made of some more resilient tinker-made material.
The hero hadn't mentioned the real reason for the change: Ten years before, when the Slaughterhouse 9 terrorized Brockton Bay. Shatterbird.
People stared at Taylor-no, Bug, she was in costume- as she walked into the main lobby. On her left was a gift shop. She'd only been here once before, on another school event. She still had the Alexandria lunchbox she'd gotten from the gift shop somewhere in her house.
In front of Bug was the receptionist, who was the only person in the lobby who wasn't staring at Bug with a look of shock or awe.
Bug instigated the conversation.
"Hello," she checked the name tag, "Debra. I'm here to, uh..."
"Bug, right?" The receptionist smiled, "Fourth door on the right, take the stairs two levels and then the second on the left. But give one second."
Two highly armed guards stepped out of a nearby door.
"Alright, go ahead."
As she walked, Bug felt the bugs throughout the building. She placed a mosquito, fruit fly, or other tiny bug on every person inside or around the building. She knew where every person was. Now, four doors down, up the stairs two levels and second on the left... Bug felt through the room. She put more bugs in, tried to get a feel for it...
One table, five chairs, four people.
One, fat and in a wheelchair. That'd be Piggot.
Another, tall and fit, with a crossbow at her hip. Shadow Stalker.
Another woman, shorter but just as fit, with a weapon that kept disappearing. Miss Militia.
And one she didn't recognize, wearing a body covering suit that she could not get underneath.
She walked up to the door. It was time to enter. Now came the question: How did she want to carry herself? What should she say when she walked in? What is she going to do?
