Author's Note

The scene everyone's been waiting for, eh?

Chapter 5: The Game is Afoot

Flash Sentry had entered the Hall of the Septet early the day, hoping to get to start afresh after having a disappointing first day yesterday. He had taken Sunset’s words to heart and he knew what he was. He was a fighter and a perseverer. He was gonna stay, whether The Shallow was here or not.

And there she was at the table as he entered, flashing him a wicked smile and a wink as he walked down the short flight of steps to the hall.

Protectorate Sod, who was standing by the window, noted his arrival and turned around and stretched her arms out to her sides.

“Ah, Dark Sun! Welcome! We haven’t formerly been introduced! Ah’m Protectorate Sod, as you would already know and welcome to The Septet!” she ended with a rather cheery laugh and a tip of her stetson. “Ah trust you’ve already been introduced to some of the others.”

Flash noted that she seemed to be as he saw her on the news and that was a good start. But he wouldn’t let his guard down just yet.

“Good to finally be here, Protectorate Sod,” Flash returned the greeting.

The Shallow, from the end of the table where she was seated, gave him a wave. “G-Glad to see you’re still with us. Some-sometimes the new ones get washed out a little t-too quickly… Nice to know you haven’t gone down on everybody.”

“No.” Flash looked at her and his eyes began to emanate its orange glow. “I’m not going down anytime soon. I’ll be here to stay and make the most of it.”

Shallow didn’t say anything and simply flashed him a knowing smile as she placed a hand to her cheek.

Protectorate swung an arm playfully. “Now that’s the spirit, Dark Sun. That’s exactly what we need here. Someone willin’ to get out there and do what needs to be done.”

The Stetson wearing hero walked up to Flash and put a hand on his shoulder, giving him a charming smile. It was the same smile that she had worn on Flash’s old posters of The Septet and it practically screamed: Goodness and Righteousness. Oh, and Canterlot. A lot of Canterlot.

“That one’s yours, Dark Sun.” She flipped around and pulled out a chair from under the table. It was the same as all the other ones, but with a slight speck of mould growing under the left armrest.

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Protectorate Sod shook her head. “Poolfreezer carried that sprinkler of hers around. Sometimes it just drips on the chair. Nothin’ to worry about.”

“Um, yeah, I guess so.” Flash rested a hand on the chairs headrest. It was still cool to have a chair of his own in the Hall of the Septet.

Unfortunately, this position was just opposite of The Shallow, who still had her eyes locked on him like a predatory bird. Beside her, White Blanche sat there, toying with one of the many knives in her arsenal. Of course, she didn’t greet him.

On the other side of The Shallow was Refraction, who was seated there in her sleeveless dark blue suit, her body invisible, though Flash couldn’t forget seeing her in the restroom. She had on a pair of bright red glasses and she was in the process of sewing up something blue.

King Max was seated two chairs away from Flash and he looked like he was in the process of inspecting his muscles. Again. Beside Flash was Z-Truck, who was kicking back in her seat, her feet propped up on the table with a packet of Maltsneezers in her hands. So far, none of it looked out of the ordinary, maybe except for Shallow’s constant gaze.

“So, missions for the day.” Protectorate Sod returned to her seat and pulled her cape aside as she sat down. “Blanche, Vogel wants you down on the Tegucaballo Cartel job, Z-Truck, you’ve got that apology to do later this afternoon, so please, be sincere.”

Z-Truck blew a raspberry, then stuffed a Maltsneezer in her mouth. “Man, it’s that son of a witch’s fault for jumping into my path. You all know how awesome I am. He should’ve stayed on the pavement.”

“Yes, well, it can’t be helped now, can it?” King Max sniffed and leaned back in his seat. “If you want it to go away, you gotta make it a good one. dude.”

“Dark Sun!” Protectorate Sod turned and smiled at Flash. “Since you’re new here, Vogel’s thinkin’ to have ya do a little superhero team up. It also helps to boost your reception and that of Vogel’s. There’ll be a secret drug trade happenin’ at the docks tonight. You and The Shallow will be helpin’ the police nab them criminals and bring them to justice. But Shallow, before that, there’s another mission for you in the seas. I’ll need ya on it asap.”

Flash reluctantly looked across to The Shallow, who gave him a sultry look and licked her lips.

“May we please talk about what we’re going to do about those crooks who’ve been selling ripoffs of the clothes I made?” Refraction asked, her glasses bobbing up and down as she sewed. “Those farming donkeys are pirating my hard work. I shall not stand for it.”

“Really, you’re concerned about your merch?” Z-Truck dropped her legs from the table. “I’ve gotta do this thing right, or I might lose points with the public and you’re worried about someone copying your design?”

“I’ll have you know, Z-Truck, my fashion designs are very important to me. Not anyone can just take them and start selling them under a different name.”

Flash sighed. He didn’t know what to do except to sit there and listen. This was not at all how he thought superheroes discussed their plans. He thought they would just go on out there to save people when they picked up crimes.

But at least what he would get to do tonight sounded important. He would be busting a drug trade and that was exactly what he wanted to do. To save lives and to bring bad guys to justice. The only problem with his mission was that he had to do it with The Shallow.

Flash’s eyes glowed again as he eyed the pink haired girl. If she tried anything, girl or not, he was going to give her a piece of his mind.

“Righty-o, spaghetti-o, Sunny.” Milly Mulcher stopped her van before the entrance to Vogel Tower. “‘Ere’s where you get off. Now, just stick to the plan and everything will fill itself out nicely, yeah? If ya need anything, well, don’t call me. It’ll be too late for that. Anything ya say on the phone in there, Vogel’s gonna know.”

Sunset Shimmer gulped and flipped the door open. The tower stood high above her head and she looked up to try and spot the ninety-ninth floor, which belonged to The Septet, but it was much too high to determine.

“Good luck in there, Sunny.” Mulcher gave her a thumbs up from inside the van. “You know how to get me once you’re outta there all safe and sound.”

And she was off, leaving Sunset alone in a strange new world. She still barely knew Mulcher, but somehow, that brutish woman was still better company than nothing.

Sunset slowly made her way into the building’s lobby, looking for signs of where to go. She had called yesterday evening to let Vogel know that she was willing to accept the compensation and to sign the non-disclosure agreements, but on the condition that Z-Truck apologize to her in the Hall of the Septet. The man on the other end of the phone accepted her proposal without even a moment’s pause, so here she was, trying to figure out how to get to reception.

The fiery haired girl followed a slew of business people over to a row of metal detectors and bag checks and each person was complying, going through and out on the other end like clockwork. It seemed they all were all used to this by now, but Sunset wasn’t.

Mulcher had warned her about the metal detectors and that was why she had swallowed the bug, but she still had a little part of her brain that doubted the detectors wouldn’t pick it up.

Eventually, her turn had come up and Sunset reluctantly walked through the metal detector, her whole body stiffening instinctively as she passed it by. Thankfully, no alarms were sounded and she managed to get into the building without incident.

The reception counter was easy to get to after that and there wasn’t really a queue for it, so Sunset got by relatively quickly before someone arrived to take her up to an elevator. The orange haired man had on a black and white suit and he had sunglasses on, even though they were indoors. Sunset didn’t want to look suspicious, so she made no sudden moves and waited as the elevator climbed higher and higher and higher, until her ears began to pop. She watched the number above the lift doors ascending very quickly and she fought the urge to reach up and cover her ears; these lifts sure were fast.

Fortunately, because they were moving so fast, they were soon at the ninety-ninth floor and the doors glided open without a sound, or at least, Sunset didn’t hear anything, but that was because she was trying to get her ears unstuck.

This floor was a single rounded corridor, filled with decorations of heroes present and past. Sunset had dreamed of walking the Hall of The Septet when she was younger, wanting to be among her heroes. It was sick that Pine Resin had to die for her to be here today and after what she’d learned from Mulcher, she wasn’t so sure if she still even considered them her heroes.

Perhaps if it was anything to go on, the old saying applied. Never meet your heroes.

A little woman with orange hair greeted her in the hall, introducing herself as Autumn Breeze. She didn’t look too pleased for Sunset to be here, but Sunset also wasn’t too pleased to be here.

“Just wait here. You can have a look around while you wait,” she told the fiery haired girl and left to go back out into the round corridor.

Sunset did as she was told and had a look around the room. This was it. This was actually the Hall of The Septet. It was bigger than she thought it would be and it was actually really well designed, with walls of monitors to keep an eye on the world and a really detailed mural painted in the middle of the ceiling.

Mulcher had told her to plant the bug under The Septet’s V shaped table, but with the man in the suit standing by the entrance, there was no way she was just going to barf it back out onto the marble floor in full view of him. She had to work out a plan on getting it out before she left the building or she was going to have a problem with Mulcher.

Mulcher’s words echoed back in her head. “Oi, don’t be a farmin’ cock and make sure the bug’s planted firmly under the table. Don’t come back till you do.”

Yup. I’ll do my best not to be a farmin’ cock.

Sunset didn’t know what was up with that woman and such vulgarities, but at this point, she was too afraid to ask.

Sunset ran a hand along the table’s glass surface and then from somewhere outside the hall, she heard what sounded like a truck driving by at high speed and she flipped around to face the entrance. Autumn Breeze was walking back in with Z-Truck waltzing in behind her, a neutral expression on her blue face.

“Alright, here’s Z-Truck as per your request.” Autumn waved to the superheroine and smirked. “Z-Truck?”

“Yeah, uh, sorry about what happened to your boyfriend,” she started to say, but Sunset wasn’t hearing any of it.

In her mind, her ears rang and her vision blurred and turned red at the corners. This had been the woman to kill Pine that fateful day. She had been the one who said he jumped out into the street. She was the one who was making fun of his death at the club. Without realizing it, Sunset’s fists had clenched and she was picturing bloody murder in her mind.

She continued to glare at her, even after she finished talking, which then prompted her and Autumn Breeze to give each other confused looks.

Sunset scrunched up her face with one last bout of exertion and then suddenly, it was as though she calmed down. She grinned at Z-Truck and stretched her arm out.

“Hey, you know, no hard feelings. You guys save the day all the time. I’m sure it was just an accident.”

Sunset wanted to kick herself in both shins for saying that, but she knew she had to.

The heroine gave her a relieved-like look, as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, but Sunset knew what she really thought about it.

“Right, if that’s that, come on, Z-Truck, you’ve got some interviews to get to. Snails here will sort you through your paperwork,” Autumn Breeze said and ushered the superheroine away.

The man named Snails got out a folder from inside his suit and handed it over to Sunset. The girl held the weighty folder in her hands and frowned. There was going to be a lot of signing to do, but first…

“Hey, sorry, could I use the restroom first?” she asked the man.

She was directed to one end of the rounded corridor, where there were doors to the men’s restroom and the women’s. Sunset chose the women’s room, obviously, and went inside, looking around surreptitiously to make sure that she wasn’t being watched. When she was sure no one else was in the restroom, she popped into one of the many fancy cubicles, marveling inwardly at how clean and tidy everything was. Whoever was the cleaner, should they not know about what these heroes were actually like, got to honour to see The Septet everyday.

Locking the cubicle door behind her, Sunset held her hands to her stomach and started trying to force herself to retch. She stuck her finger down the back of her throat, attempting to trigger her gag reflex. With a sudden splatter, the contents of her stomach came splashing out into the toilet. Fortunately, she had not eaten anything the whole day, so most of it was water and bile. Then before it landed in the toilet water, Sunset caught the bug as it exited her mouth and wiped off her mouth and the tiny device and held it up to her eye. She didn’t think she was going to get it out that quickly, but she was thankful she did. It hurt to vomit on an empty stomach.

And then the device slipped from between her fingers from the wetness and Sunset scrambled to grab it, but it flipped in the air and bounced off her fingers, then her knee and then the floor before rolling out from under the cubicle door and into the middle of the restroom floor.

“What the hay…” Sunset pressed the flush button then unlocked the cubicle door. She scurried out and picked it up before looking around.

The restroom was still empty.

Sunset breathed a sigh of relief, then pocketed the device where her arm could easily reach it when she was signing the documents. Her heart beat heavily in her chest, her palms became sweaty and her knees threatened to buckle. This was it. This was the moment she had actually come all this way for. She had to succeed here. For Pine and for anyone else who suffered at the hands of careless supes.

As Sunset left the bathroom, the wall beside the sinks began to shimmer.

“Farmin’ nice work, Sunset!” Milly Mulcher cheered as she sped away from Vogel Tower. “And they didn’t suspect a thing?”

“Not that I know of.” Sunset Shimmer leaned back and finally took the time to breathe easy. “They were anxious to get rid of me.”

“Yeah public stunt like what Z-Truck did, they want it gone as quietly as possible to keep up their supe facade.” She clapped Sunset on the back while driving. “Ya did good, Sunny.”

Once they got her signing the forms, Sunset simply got the bug out of her pocket and slipped it under the table as she signed away, with the suited man none the wiser. She actually hadn’t expected it to be that easy, but perhaps being such a powerful company, there were things that they would overlook. After all, how often would the public get to waltz around the Hall of The Septet?

“My FBI friends and me will be sure to put this bug to good use. See what else them supe cocks come up with.”

“Right.” Sunset looked at the cheque for forty-five thousand dollars in her hands. Other than this measly sum of money to keep her quiet, she felt she had done good. It had been like a moment from Wooden Cog, where she had to sneak around and steal the missile plans, but in this case, to plant a listening device. Stressing at first, but rewarding at the end. “So what happens now, Mulcher?”

“Well…” The woman sniffed and wiped her nose with a finger before cleaning it off on her tropical patterned shirt. “I guess I send ya home and you can kick back till I call ya again. Ya done good today and that’s all I needed help with at the moment.”

Sunset didn’t say no to that. After such a daring job, she felt she needed at least a few days to calm her nerves. It hadn’t even been this stressful back in the day when she had first arrived in this world to plan her eventual takeover of Equestria. Perhaps it was because school security stank and she never ever had to worry about being discovered.

“Ever brought any heroes to justice, Mulcher?” Sunset was curious. She’d never seen any of it on the news before, of superheroes abusing their powers and being caught.

“Yeah, of course.” The woman turned the wheel of the van and proceeded down the next street. “Even beat a couple of ‘em up, but ya gotta know, this ain’t knowledge we just let the news stations ‘ave.”

“No, I suppose not.”

In about fifteen minutes, Sunset looked out the window to find they had arrived outside her apartment and the sun was already on its way down, turning the sky into a bright and vibrant orange colour.

“Well, here’s where ya go back to normal life, Sunny Shimmer.” Mulcher leaned on the wheel and gazed up at the sky. “Should I ever need your help again, well, I know just where to find ya, don’t I? I do wonder what kind of juicy intel we’ll get from the bug now.”

“Yeah...” Sunset was about to leave when she remembered something. “Oh hey, Mulcher, you want to see something cool?”

The older woman watched and waited.

Sunset picked up the cheque and tore it down the middle. It wasn’t as clean as she had intended, but it didn’t really matter. She wasn’t going to accept money to forget about Pine.

Mulcher grinned as Sunset stuffed the halves of the cheque into her coat pocket and got out of the van. She gave her one last wave, then drove off down the road.

The fiery haired girl proceeded up to her apartment without a sound and fell face first on her couch and groaned into it. Now that her little mission had been completed, real life came back and hit her again. She was supposed to fly off with Pine to Manehattan today, but he had been taken from here in a blink of an eye.

Sunset wiped the tears from her eyes as she remembered his calming voice, the warmth of his body, the hot breath on her neck. She missed him. But she had done him good today. She had helped the FBI, and perhaps they could hear something that would help clear Pine’s name. After all, Z-Truck was a frequent member at the Hall of The Septet.

She didn’t know what more to do now, but she couldn’t give up on life. Pine wouldn’t want her to. Like she had told that Flash Sentry in the park, she couldn’t give up just like that. She had to live on for Pine. That meant getting a job. She did have expertise in technology, so it wouldn’t take her that long to find one, but that could wait till tomorrow.

With nothing more to do today, Sunset decided to boot up her television to play some Hola 4, to continue her adventures of the Hoplite known as Juan-Uno Uno Siete, in his quest to detonate a structure called a Hola, to stop an invading alien race.

She had only grabbed the controller to her Neighstation 7, when she heard her door shut. Sunset looked over there, but there was no one there, and she could swear that she had closed it earlier. Perhaps it had been one of her neighbours.

“Hello.”

Sunset, who had already gone back to her game, jumped and spun her head back towards the doorway, but she still saw no one there.

“I’m talking to you, darling.”

Suddenly she felt someone grab the side of her head and she was pushed into her coffee table, hitting the side of her head on the edge and pain immediately filled her head and her eyes shut from the sudden spike of pain. She was then thrown aside, where she landed beside her couch, her head bloody and her vision blurry.

“I saw what you were doing at the tower,” the voice said somewhere above her, then something round clattered to the ground beside her. Even though her vision was blurred, she could still recognize the object. It was the bug she had planted under The Septet’s table. “What on earth was that for? And who was that dreadful woman in the van with you?”

“I don’t… I don’t know…” Sunset tried to steady her vision, but she was still reeling from the blow to her head; her hand came from her head stained red.

She felt a foot press into her shoulder, then she felt breath on her face. “Who hired you? Who do you work for?”

“I-I don’t know!” Sunset squirmed and tried to dislodge the foot, but to no avail. “She was just my… my Super driver. She just got me from one point to the other. I don’t know her! I’m not working for anyone!”

There was a pause. “If you’re not working for anyone, then I can just snuff you right here and nobody will care. Do you know who you’re attempting to spy on?”

Sunset felt a knee smack into her cheek and then she was thrown again, this time over the coffee table, where she landed hard and then slid off on the other side, landing on her head.

“We’re The Septet! We’re earth’s strongest heroes. You don’t just farm with the strongest heroes, dear.”

Sunset made out her television being lifted off its table, then it was yanked clean of its plug, which now hung above the table, its wires raw and sparking. The television floated high above her head and it got closer and closer to her.

Is this it…? Am I going to die here…? Sunset felt sore all over. She couldn’t run. Her planting of the bug had all been for nothing. She hadn’t accomplished anything after all. I’m so sorry, Pine. I failed…

Sunset was about to let it all end, when something crashed through the window over her. She saw a figure kick into thin air and her television went flying back, crashing to the ground by her hallway.

Sunset groggily looked up to see Milly Mulcher standing there, a wicked grin plastered on her blue face.

“Had to use your neighbour’s to get to ya.” She helped Sunset to her feet. “Come on, ya gotta get out of here, Sunny. I’ll take care of this.”

“What…?” Sunset stumbled and looked as Mulcher lifted a red metal shoehorn to her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Gonna teach this supe a lesson. Now go on, get out of ‘ere.”

Sunset staggered away towards her kitchen, trying to get the emergency exit open, seeing as she would have to get by Refraction to get out the main door. She’d always kept the doorway clear, just in case she would ever have to use it. She never thought it would be to escape from a superhero, much less a member of The Septet.

She pried the door open, then took one step out before pausing. Mulcher had crashed through her window to save her. Could she just run off like that? What if she was in trouble? Sunset contemplated her choices. But what could she even do to help? She wasn’t an FBI agent, she was just… Sunset Shimmer. Would going back even accomplish anything.

Sunset groaned to herself. She didn’t know what she could do, but she knew what she had to do.

“Well, well, well…” Milly Mulcher smirked at the corner of her mouth and held her shoehorn in both hands as she looked at the hallway where the television had fallen. “If it ain’t the invisible cock.”

She walked closer, then lifted her shoehorn high and smashed it down hard enough to crack the television screen, but she didn’t feel it connect with anybody.

“Huh. I was sure you were there.”

And then she was suddenly kicked in the side and she flew back against the wall, dropping her weapon. Mulcher was quick to get up and readied her arms in front of herself. She didn’t know where Refraction was standing now, so she took a random swing at the air. She hit nothing, but then a fist connected with her face, and then another in her gut, making her double over before a hand grabbed her by the ponytail and threw her forward.

The woman got back up and straightened her brown skirt, then threw another punch. This time, something grabbed her wrist and twisted it to the side and she grunted in pain. She tried the other arm, but it was also grabbed. That was good. Now she knew the heroine would be right in front of her, judging from how her arms had grabbed her.

Building up the blood in her mouth from her injuries, Mulcher spat it all out straight in front of herself and she watched it splatter against nothing, eventually spreading off an invisible surface, forming facial features and then dropping around to reveal slender shoulders and arms.

“There you are.”

And Mulcher threw herself backwards and kicked both legs out, and when Refraction fell atop her feet, she brought her knees down, then kicked out hard and backwards, launching the heroine off of her and into the couch, knocking it over on its back.

Milly Mulcher approached Refraction as she got back on her feet, watching her bloodied face and arms as they got ready to attack again. She threw a punch, but Mulcher ducked and gave her a good one to the left side of her head, then the right, followed by a third to the neck.

Refraction staggered back a step, but then swiped Mulcher’s legs out from under her with a kick. The black haired woman went down and hit her head against the television.

“Ow. That was a solid knock to me uncle ned.” The woman spat out more blood and rubbed at the side of her head.

Bloody footprints appeared where she had spat out blood and began making their way towards her. Mulcher watched the invisible woman lower herself, who then picked up her red shoehorn.

“Just who the hay are you?” Refraction lifted Mulcher by the coat and tossed her back down. “We are The Septet! You don’t farm with The Septet, darling. Or we farm with you.”

Mulcher turned on her back and looked up at the invisible woman. Then behind her, she spotted Sunset Shimmer. The girl hadn’t run away. She was crouching by the other end of the couch, near the window, sneaking closer.

Oh? Brave lass, isn’t she?

“I’ll tell you who I am, ya moron.” Mulcher raised an eyebrow and smirked at the corner of her bloody mouth. “I’m the cock who’s gonna beat a supe who thinks she’s such a smart donkey.”

Refraction kicked her across the face and Mulcher fell back and groaned, then started laughing.

“What so funny?” The superheroine raised the shoehorn and pointed it at Mulcher. “Tell you what, darling. I’m going to count to three and when I do, you’re going to tell me who you are. And if you don’t, I’m going to find a new home for this shoehorn.”

“You know what?” Mulcher looked back up at her. “I’ll tell you who you are. You’re a farmin’ braindead waste of skull space. Refraction doesn’t even mean you’re reflective. It just means a your type o’ wave splittin’ up against an object.”

She looked at Sunset, who was now close enough to grab the exposed television cable. Mulcher returned her eyes to the invisible woman, then grinned madly as Sunset thrust the cable forward towards her posterior.

Sunset Shimmer pulled and pulled at the cable, but it wasn’t long enough. It couldn’t reach Refraction.

Just a little further! Sunset tugged on it, silently hoping that the superheroine wouldn’t turn around. If she were to see her now, she was probably going to die and Sunset really didn’t want that right now if she could help it.

And then from the front, Milly Mulcher suddenly pulled a foot back and launched it forward, getting Refraction probably somewhere in the abdomen. She fell back a step and Sunset thrust the wire up, feeling it squelch into something. She could now roughly picture the heroine’s butt and her hips as electricity began to pass through her body and sparks were even flying off of her in all directions and Sunset flinched and kept her head low, screaming as the superheroine began convulsing on the spot.

Sunset didn’t know how much electricity Refraction could take, but when she yanked the wire out of the heroine, she just fell to the side and over the coffee table, still twitching on the spot occasionally.

“Did I… Did I kill her?” Sunset put the wire down and breathed heavily. She’d never done such a brutal act in her life, not even when she was scheming to overthrow Princess Celestia. All she was going to do was lock her in a dungeon somewhere.

Mulcher pushed herself up and walked over to Refraction and dropped a knee on her chest. “Still breathin’.” Then she turned to Sunset and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Farmin’ A, Sunny! You shocked that super cock right up the twat! Now that’s what I call a shocking encounter.”

“Wait,” Sunset said as realization dawned on her face. “We just attacked a member of the Septet. We are going to be in so much trouble for this!”

“We?” Mulcher repeated. “You’re the one who shoved a ‘lectric cable up her purse.”

“Me?” Sunset spluttered. “You were fighting her more than me, Mulcher!”

“Well, whatever the case is, they’ll be comin’ for us now, like it or not.” Mulcher reached under Refraction and held her up by the shoulders. “Now come on, help me get ‘er in the back of my van.”

“Aren’t you with the FBI?” Sunset asked as she followed Mulcher downstairs to his van, helping him carry the unconscious woman. “Surely you have some pull with The Septet and Vogel, right?”

“Uh, well, about that...” Mulcher suddenly dropped the body and it got too heavy for Sunset to hold alone, so she too released her grip and it began to slide down the stairway to the bottom. “I’m not… technically FBI. Just said that to get your help.”

Sunset’s right eye twitched. “You-you-you… WHAT? Then what are you?!”

“Well, I’m part of a group who used to deal with supes like this,” Mulcher began and walked down the steps to where the body was resting at the bottom. “But I’ll fill you in once we get her to a secure location, yeah? They’ll be after you too now, after offing one of The Septet. You’ll be safer with me.”

Sunset didn’t know how true that was, but after everything that had happened, she figured she owed Mulcher somewhat, so going down the stairs, she decided to help the older woman out and see what happens. After everything that had happened, she was sore all over and she was sure her head was still bleeding.

“So where can we go?” Sunset grabbed Refraction around the legs again to help lift her.

“This supe’s gonna be a little tricky.” Mulcher sniffed. “But I know someone who can get just about any supe caged up real good…”