Chapter 2: Installation
Universe T
It was the big night. Chris had gotten his pep talk from Dennis and Missy, in which they spent most of the time arguing with each other. Chris had gotten dressed nicely, but not too nicely, as Missy had warned him that Taylor probably wouldn't dress up much. Chris had proposed they see True Grit on the advice of Dennis, who claimed that most workaholic heroes like Westerns, because 'They don't want to see a movie about capes, but really, deep down inside, they do. It's all they know.' There was one thing he couldn't prepare for though. His friends couldn't help, all his life experience was useless, and even if he had a Tinker device to help with the problem it would probably be too obvious to use.
Chris was picking Taylor up at her place. This meant he was going to meet her father.
He tried not to worry as he approached her house, but it really was a pretty intimidating situation. Not only did Taylor's dad work at the docks, but Taylor herself was taller than he was. He imagined her father as a hulking musclebound giant with all of Taylor's ruthless pragmatism and none of her friendly demeanor. Kid Win wasn't so confident against Brutes at the best of times, much less out of costume, so he was more than a little nervous as he rang the doorbell.
The man who opened the door was tall, but lanky, and not really intimidating. "Hi. Are you Chris? Taylor will probably be down in just a minute. Call me Danny."
"Hello Mr. H- Danny. I guess she probably already knows I'm here actually. I'm not even sure why I rang the bell," Chris joked lamely. Danny didn't react strongly, but his expression did dim a bit. Tough crowd.
"She finds out a lot of things these days. Sometimes I wish I knew as much about what she was doing," Danny muttered. "Sorry. Anyways, would you like some water?"
"We're probably going to get drinks at the movie." Chris decided right after he said it that this was a dumb thing to say, since he had nothing to do but talk and water would've been an excuse. As he flailed awkwardly Taylor came downstairs to rescue him.
She was wearing baggy blackened jeans and a light gray blouse. She had her hair down as usual, and he couldn't tell if there were any bugs in it, but he decided she was stunning either way. "Hi Chris, Dad. We should get going so we aren't late for the movie." She turned to her father. "Don't wait up, I might swing a patrol after."
"Right," Danny said. He had a pained look on his face. "Make sure she has fun Chris."
"Goodbye Dad." Taylor threw on a jacket, and then grabbed Chris' hand and guided him out the door. Chris wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but he supposed it was all OK since Taylor was holding his hand.
The movie theater they were going to wasn't all that far away, so they'd decided to walk. This part of town wasn't in very bad shape three weeks after Leviathan's assault, and it was deep enough in Undersider territory that there wasn't much to worry about from the Merchants here. Chris actually suspected they might have something do with the theater's rapid reopening, but declined to voice his suspicions in the hopes Taylor wouldn't be any more distracted than usual.
Taylor had a tendency to walk quickly, and Chris sort of felt like he was getting tugged along by her hand. He didn't exactly mind, and he wasn't out of shape, but he was still sort of happy that they only had a few blocks to go. She'd been quiet since they left the house, but she somehow seemed more relaxed than distracted so that was probably fine. She tended not to make much small talk at the best of times.
"Did you want to go to dinner after?" Taylor said. "The movie is two hours long, we'll probably be pretty hungry by the end even with popcorn." Apparently this was better than the best of times. Chris was encouraged.
"Yeah. I was thinking it made more sense to do the movie first so we didn't get there at the wrong time and have to wait." He had been worried about miscalculating how much time dinner would take and looking like an idiot.
"That's smart. This way definitely seems more efficient. I wonder why people usually call it 'dinner and a movie'." Taylor was definitely on board with the plan.
"It could be that it sounds better that way. Or maybe people don't want to ruin their dinners with snacky movie food?"
"That could be it. Adults don't want their kids to spoil dinner, so they purposely set out the order that way in all the stories." Taylor seemed happy with her slightly ridiculous conclusion, nodding her head and settling back into a comfortable silence.
Soon they arrived at the theater and got in line for tickets. Chris had been prepared to buy hers (Missy and Dennis had been in agreement on this), but Taylor sort of jumped ahead of him and bought her own ticket before he had the chance. After he got his ticket and they went inside, they decided they were hungry enough for drinks and some popcorn even with dinner after.
Taylor scanned the menu as they waited in line. "It'll be cheaper if we share a big drink. Do you like ice tea?"
Chris didn't have a clue how she analyzed the menu to figure that out and also had never had ice tea before, but decided it was best to go along with her idea. "Sure." Maybe she would let him buy the food.
When they reached the end of the line, both walked up to the cashier together. Chris was about to say something, but suddenly was seized by doubt: should he order two medium popcorns or one larger popcorn?
It was actually a pretty complicated problem. Taylor had already suggested the big drink, which both meant that the big popcorn was probably also better (though if it was, why hadn't she said that too?) and that she didn't have a problem with sharing it, but he didn't know it was better because that involved both the sizes and the costs and he couldn't figure it out under all this stress. Besides that, would she think he was being too forward if he merged the other thing she hadn't declared mergable yet?
"We'll have a large iced tea and a large popcorn, please," Taylor said. And now Chris has missed his chance. At least she probably wouldn't get annoyed with him for spacing out, since she did that all the time too.
Taylor paid for things and grabbed the drink, but luckily seemed to accept the few dollars Chris had frantically grabbed out of his pocket with aplomb. He got the popcorn with his other hand, and before he quite knew what was happening Taylor grabbed his first, money-passing, hand again and took him across the floor at Taylor speed.
Chris wasn't sure how Taylor had even figured out where to go yet, but she seemed to sense his confusion and explained. "The letters this place uses in the movie signs stick out. Also the kids three places in front of us got tickets to it, and are already heading that way."
"Oh, that's clever," Chris replied. Once again, he was reminded her power never turned off, and that it was a very literal sixth sense for her. Maybe actually a primary sense.
Glancing at the popcorn he was carrying as Taylor took a sip of the soda (she'd gotten two straws), he wondered what the sanitation conditions of the food stand had been. Taylor would definitely know if there were bugs around, but would she care? If she didn't care, should he care? He didn't find himself that worried about the sanitation conditions of Taylor herself, and she was covered in bugs all the time.
His thoughts on the matter were interrupted when they reached the theater. It was already fairly dark inside, either because it was about to start or the building was still having some lightning issues, but Taylor's pace didn't slow at all and she quickly led Chris over to the block of seats on the side. She sort of scooted Chris into the back row and then sat down in the aisle seat. By the time Chris had sat down next to her, she had already plunked the ice tea down in the divider between them and was taking another sip of it.
Chris wasn't sure if she had homed in on the back row for the classic reason or not, but decided that it was fortunate either way. Dennis had been really insistent on the subject of getting seats in the back, but the way Taylor moved Chris hadn't even remembered that until they'd sat down. Maybe Missy had given her the same advice?
Universe S
Chris stared at the computer screen, glanced at the supplemental monitor to his right, and then stared at the first screen some more. It would be one thing if Armsmaster's program was entirely incomprehensible, but with the annotations by Dragon it was almost making some sense. The key word, unfortunately, being almost.
There was a perfunctory knock on the door, and before Chris even managed to spin around in his chair Dean was stepping in. "It seemed like you were looking for an excuse to be distracted. Anyways, it's past 1 AM. Spending another night at the office?" he joked.
Chris slumped in his chair. "I probably could use a break from chipping away at this brick wall. Better than math homework at least."
"Your reprieve from state mandated torture and your unconventional sleep schedule won't last much longer; word on the street is schools reopen next Wednesday," Dean said.
"You didn't hear that on the street. It was in the paper today." Almost more out of a sense of perversity than duty or interest, Chris spun back to look at the stubborn lines of code and the simulator running on the screens. Dean tended to wander away from eye contact during conversations anyway. "Why is it always a Wednesday? You'd think they would want to start with a full week."
The conversation trailed off awkwardly, as Chris stared his stare at the just barely indecipherable program and Dean lurked, ostensibly looking on with interest and actually floundering while he looked for the right words to raise a subject. "So. Shadow Stalker."
"Shadow Stalker," Chris agreed.
"You like her. You like-her-like-her," Dean stated. "She's … well -"
"I know," Chris said grimly. "It's hopeless, because Sophia likes crossbows, not boys. Because I'm a loser and she's a cool kid. Because our astrological signs don't match. Because she has a 3-rated Breaker power of all things and she's badass enough to make it really work, and I'm a Tinker and I'm still barely useful. Because -"
"No, actually," Dean said, interrupting another of Chris' self-bashing diatribes. "She does sort of like you. Maybe like-you-like-you even. She's just sort of all-around crazy, is the thing." He paused, and smiled a little. "I thought I should probably warn you. Don't tell her I told you though. About the like-like thing, not the crazy thing. She might kill me or something."
Chris smiled, the code still didn't make sense, but really, who cared? "Sure Dean, you're really one to talk about not dating crazy girls."
* * *
This patrol was already going better than the last one. Kid Win hadn't gotten much out of his prediction program yet, but it was strangely effective at helping him follow Shadow Stalker's erratic movements on patrol. The helpful arrows lit up intermittently in the overlay on his visor, letting him use his speed to stay fairly near her.
She wasn't even objecting to Kid Win's rather clumsy social move, and in fact struck up a sort of conversation, "So. That girl from last time with the bat. What did you think of her?"
Did Shadow Stalker know her? Was she trying to set him up? Was she jealous? Kid Win cast blindly for a good answer, "Err, she was pretty young wasn't she? It was impressive that she held her own so well, actually."
Shadow Stalker nodded in the corner of his eye. It appeared his answer was acceptable, if for unclear reasons. They moved across the beaten up city quickly and quietly for another minute or so, their paths diverging for a bit as his prediction program spat out a couple bad guesses.
Their paths converged again, and Shadow Stalker asked, "What about the people that don't fight back? The ones just letting scum like the Merchants walk all over them?"
This was a harder question, but it told him more too. Kid Win recalled some things Sophia had said in the past when trying to formulate an answer. "Sometimes people don't fight because they know they can't win. That's sort of the reason the Government pays heroes, I think."
Shadow Stalker's body language started to take a more negative cast, but then Kid Win continued, "I don't think that logic works in a situation like this though. All the controls that society usually puts on capes, all the unwritten rules they expect them to follow, nobody pays attention to them in chaos like this. You have to fight people like the Merchants even if you know you can't win, because they won't show you any mercy if you give up. People who don't fight back at all now just make the criminals bolder, and make things harder for people like us to fix."
Shadow Stalker said nothing for a while after that, even though Kid Win managed to maintain reasonable speaking distance. She spoke again after another few blocks. "So people fighting like that, are they just prey, acting on instinct to defend the herd? Or are they something more, fighting for themselves?"
Kid Win said, "When we fought Leviathan, we didn't really think we could win. Hold him off at best, get slaughtered at worst. It's a lot like how it must've been for that girl in the alley. Maybe to Leviathan we were all prey, but I know that every shot I took, I wanted to take a piece out of him."
Shadow Stalker replied more quickly this time, seeming to be on more familiar ground, "Everything wants to climb the food chain. It's the natural order. If you can hurt an Endbringer, prove you can be stronger, that stays with you forever."
After that, Shadow Stalker sped up ahead of him, changing from her bouncy moonwalk to lower, quicker jumps. She weaved in and out of alleys, across streets, around, over, and even through buildings. It was a challenging pace even with his improved hoverboard, and he pushed it to match her maneuvers, relying on his prediction software not to lose her on blind turns.
Kid Win knew this was her top speed, and she'd never used it on patrol with him before. They couldn't be as careful now, watching every dark corner of the route, but he felt that their punishing speed had a value all its own. The criminals would flinch in fear at their blitzkrieg approach, and even the civilians might appreciate the aerial show they were putting on.
Shadow Stalker was really pressing herself. On the rare occasions Kid Win got close enough, he could hear her breathing heavily, see the exertion in her frame. For him it was more a mental challenge of flawless piloting, but it was tiring all the same, and the physical control technique he used on the hoverboard meant he got a workout all the same. The wind raced at him through the night air as she climbed in front of him to the taller buildings downtown.
She seemed to tire slightly, and Kid Win was making up distance when she flipped herself onto the highest roof in the area, temporarily passing out of sight. The hoverboard whined as he ascended at a steep angle, and he fell into a bit of a stall as he crested the roof.
The sight that greeted him on the roof gave him a shock. Instead of her powering over the other side as he expected, she was waiting near the edge, her mask taken off and discarded on the ground. Taking advantage of his confusion, she pulled him off his hoverboard and ripped off his own mask, bringing them both down hard onto the gravel rooftop and letting his ride glide to a stop nearby.
Chris landed on top of Sophia, straddling her as her penetrating eyes stared right into his. Far above the rest of city and any watching eyes, she panted out "Are you a predator?"
Chris kissed her, and in the space of three heartbeats she kissed him back hard, flipped him over onto his back, and grinded into him over the loose rocks.
Universe T
After dinner, Taylor decided she wanted to go on that late patrol after all, and Chris was walking with her toward the PRT HQ. She kept up her typical pace, but Chris felt more used to it now, and besides holding hands with her was nice.
Over the course of the movie and dinner, Chris had slowly come to a realization that should've been obvious, in hindsight. Taylor liked to take the lead. She would plan routes, order things, talk to people, and handle checks. She'd even been the one to put her arm around his shoulder first in the movie theater, accompanied by a chaste kiss on the cheek and a whispered comment that nobody was watching.
It was remarkably liberating. Chris often worried about making mistakes or doing the wrong thing, and worse, getting called out on it and embarrassed. Taylor was content to lead him around and direct events without needing much input, and administrated away all the little obstacles that came up without even thinking about it much or coming out of her distant persona.
Up until the end of dinner, Taylor was so hard to read that he hadn't been sure she was enjoying herself, but between her less-than-chaste after dinner kiss and the enthusiastic way she decided on the late patrol, Chris rested easy knowing that things were going well.
With seeming spontaneity, Taylor asked, "Do you want to jog the rest of the way? It's good to keep in shape."
Chris was a little leery of the remaining distance, but nodded his head in agreement as she released his hand and started powering down the block. With dinner still in his stomach it was an effort to get started, but the nice view of a bouncing Taylor from behind certainly didn't hurt.
As they reached the secret PRT entrance Chris was wheezing for breath, but he had kept up with Taylor the whole way. Taylor looked more collected but was glistening with sweat; her damp top made for a hypnotizing but not-quite-explicit view in the pale light of the garage. Taylor didn't seem to notice Chris' trouble making eye contact as she activated the door and moved them into the passageway.
After they entered the Ward's inner sanctum, Taylor took a bit longer to change, leaving Kid Win to chat with Clockblocker as he did some pre-outing tuning on his hoverboard. Kid Win was pretty sure Clockblocker had taken mission control tonight solely because he expected this would happen and wanted to spy on their date.
With a sly edge to his voice, Clockblocker asked, "So, did things go well? You sat in the back at the movies like I said right?"
"It was really fun." Kid Win neglected to answer the comment about the back row. He felt that maybe he should say more, but he was still a little tired, and focused on cleaning the drive coil properly anyway.
He needn't have worried, as he'd given Clockblocker all he needed. "Really fun, you say? Is that Chris-ese for lots of kissing in the back of the movie or did you steal second base too?"
At this point, the swarm that had been subtly gathering in control interjected,
"You know I can hear you, right Dennis?" Clockblocker jumped, startled, while Kid Win just snickered a bit. Somehow, the bizarre combination of buzzes and clicks wasn't as startling anymore. He'd gotten sort of inured to insect creepiness over the course of the movie, feeling the bugs nesting in Taylor's hair as she cuddled up to him.
Weaver appeared in person before Clockblocker managed to recover his composure, and he said to her, "You know my intentions are entirely noble right? I just want to make sure that your activity is going well, and that there won't be any tensions on the team."
Weaver didn't visibly react, but a tiny bit of bug overlay crept into her reply, "Not tense at all. We're absolutely relaxed." She grabbed Kid Win's hand confidently as he put his hoverboard under his arm, and continued in her normal voice, "So do you want to take off from the roof?"
Chris agreed and they left a bemused Clockblocker behind, entering the stairwell. He asked, "So you wanted to do this patrol entirely aerially? We haven't done any flying together since ..."
"Leviathan," she finished. "Yeah, that was pretty hectic, which is why I want to get a better feel for things in the air on the unofficial trip tonight."
Looking into the skyline from the roof of the PRT building, Brockton Bay somehow seemed majestic and mysterious instead of beaten up and flooded. The patches of darkness where power hadn't been restored contrasted with the shine off the remaining water pools.
Kid Win explained as he started up his board and climbed on, "It should be easier with you behind and holding onto me like last time. Its tricky for other people to understand how to balance properly on this thing even with the antigrav assist."
Weaver nodded and climbed on behind him, looping her arms around his chest. Before the stability and power improvements he'd made before Leviathan doing something like this would be pretty unwise, but now the hoverboard had the brute force to handle two people easily.
He took off slowly, swooping into a patrolling route as Weaver got used to the hoverboard again. He supposed that limiting his speed also let her build up a better swarm, so he tried to acclimate her to flying by making gentle S-curves that wouldn't push her control bubble forward that quickly.
After ten minutes or so, Weaver spoke up, "Staying on my feet isn't as hard as I expected." She was still motionless, holding onto Kid Win pretty tightly from behind, but his arms were free, and he supposed she didn't have any need to actually move or even look down during this sort of patrol. It was a pretty good situation.
"The antigravity sort of pins you to the hoverboard; instead of a tendency to topple down you have a tendency to topple back up to a standing position." They'd done much rougher maneuvers while evading Leviathan and she hadn't fallen off, so he figured that feature was probably working as intended and this was pretty safe.
"Hey, do you want to see something cool? Head over to that wetter area." She clarified her intent by turning him slightly from behind, and it was pretty clear what she was talking about from the glare of lights over the standing water.
Kid Win complied, wondering if the cool thing would be a bunch of criminals screaming in pain as she subdued them from blocks away. He supposed that she might use the net on one of them at least.
As they glided over though, he didn't hear anything, and she didn't seem to want to course correct to a more specific path. When they'd reached the center of the wet area, Taylor simply said, "Fireflies."
Around them, the sky lit up, flashing in time like a neon sign. She explained, "The population exploded here because of the stagnant water, and there are enough to do a lot of signaling and cool effects." She formed spirals of light around them, seemed to unwind them into vast wings, and then dissolved them into a huge halo.
"You can write with these too, right? I guess it might not be too useful since you can already talk with them, but maybe you could make maps."
"Yes, and more. Look at this." Just in front of them, a street map encompassing Taylor's range appeared, outlining roads and buildings in flashing light. As they drifted forward the map scrolled to show the changing area, and people both outside and inside were represented by fireflies that started pulsing at a faster frequency to differentiate them from walls.
"This is really amazing. You should keep a bunch of these at the base so you can keep using this trick." In a way, Kid Win was jealous that for Weaver to make a new useful thing, she didn't have to labor in the workshop for days or weeks and then spend all the effort to get it past review. She just had to have the idea, and do it, and there it was. It was just the Tinker's dilemma, he decided.
"Yeah, I'm gathering up some mated females and I'm going to try to maintain a population. Maybe if we circle around -", Taylor cut off in mid sentence, and Kid Win heard the generalized buzzing amp up slightly.
She moved her right arm from his chest to pick up her communicator, calling into Clockblocker. She made her announcement to both of them at the same time. "Bodies. Three of them, and it's bad. At Maple and Cross, Southwest side of the Docks. The old church there." As she spoke, a new trio of fireflies appeared near the front edge of her scrolling map and pulsed rapidly there.
After a pause he heard Clockblocker say, "Check it out. You should be getting Velocity as backup in a minute or so."
"Ok, " she replied. Then, to Kid Win, "Let's go. Fast. We can deal with the fireflies later." They sped up too quickly for the fireflies in the map to keep up and it disintegrated as they left them behind.