lung, meet rewind

[msrewind]

She gets the note just before lunch. She's in the PHQ in less than twenty minutes, then she knocks on Piggot's door politely.

Comments

[thinkering]

"Wouldn't be too hard to get."

[mrglam]

"No, indeed not, especially if we were broadcasting bots' vision to tactically relevant people here in the PHQ."

[thinkering]

"Of course then we'd have to be authorized to take potshots at the S9."

[mrglam]

"They all have a kill order on their heads, I'm pretty sure we're authorized pretty much whatever's not immediately and obviously terrible."

[thinkering]

"I mean authorized in terms of risk-taking, not in terms of desired results."

[mrglam]

"Oh, yeah. I mean, they will invariably attack either Brockton Bay or wherever the next Endbringer attacks, after I Siberian giant monster butt."

[thinkering]

"Yeah, then we're probably good to go."

[mrglam]

"I can probably have something mechanically plausible if I design some sort of black box machine at the edges of the wires. It might help if some tinker actually comes up with a layout or something."

[thinkering]

"Not quite my area, but maybe I could finagle it."

[mrglam]

"Finagling is fine, it's what my power runs on, it's just, stuff that works even badly on its own is easier to make work than literal magic."

[thinkering]

"Fair enough."

[mrglam]

"Which leaves only the Siberian and Jack himself to deal with. And it still makes no sense that Jack can manage to survive."

[thinkering]

"Yeah. It might be something I cut through like butter but it might not."

[mrglam]

"I wonder if I can convince Piggot or Armsmaster to give me access to the classified info on the Nine..."

[thinkering]

"Good luck," she snorts. "Better luck in five and a half months, probably."

[mrglam]

"In five and a half months they'll already have attacked wherever they'll attack after I Siberian an Endbringer's butt."

[thinkering]

"Yeah, there's that. Go through Armsmaster," she recommends. "Make it all very dry and strategic."

[mrglam]

"Yeah, probably best way. He might still be irritated with me for not having told him about being able to Siberian stuff in the first place..."

[thinkering]

"Maybe, yeah. Still not as bad as Piggot directly."

[mrglam]

"Probably not," he agrees.

[thinkering]

She stretches and starts putting her clothes on.

[mrglam]

"Awwww, is my birthday over already?"

[thinkering]

"Were you not done?" she asks, pausing. "We were lying around talking about the Slaughterhouse Nine, I didn't think that was a nude activity."

[mrglam]

"Refractory period. Boy-me has one of those."

[thinkering]

"So you're not done and I should not wear a shirt."