[b][u]Hi-Voltage[/b][/u]

[I]Whelp, nae aw thon is very good news.[/I] Not that he had expected much else. Like it or not, today was a wake up call. The League had gotten nutted, metaphorically, by Legion. Sure, the good guys got some hits in, but the Lightning-Slinger was willing to bet no one was high fiving each other and celebrating the score at the end of this one. Polaris and God knows who else out, Bluegrass and others dead, Furious captured, it was all a big ol’ fuck you. On top of that Marconi’s family was captured, which meant the Legion/Outfit war was certainly gonna escalate. Sore as he was, all this meant the Lightning-Slinger couldn’t slow down, not for one minute. There was too much work to be done. He thanked the orderly before heading on out. 

[I]But wha tae dae first? Ah could find Sonja and tha others, touch base wi them, or Zenith an tha other foonders, see were they want me next. Decsions, decsions.[/I] Before that he had a more important job to do though, He had to see Apogee, check on how she was doing. Sure, she was probably in fine physical shape, but after everything that had gone down in the prison he knew she’d be hurting. First she got a kicking from the bad guys, grim to be introduced to your limitations for anyone but especially so for someone who until recently thought they were invincible. Then she’d taken a life for the first time, and he knew that was a hard road to walk. She might not know it, but she needed to talk that stuff out, before it ate her up. Maybe she wouldn’t want to know, but he’d let her know he’d be there if she needed him. So he asked for directions and went looking for America’s strongest girl. 

[I][b]Morningstar[/I][/b]

Stalker went down just as Pariah called a close to the action. Morningstar darted in and grabbed the acrobat. She didn’t weigh much, and it was better taking her in than letting her stay out on the streets were she could prove further danger. 

Legion’s base going up in smoke was a great end to the mission, a nice little message that told the criminal enterprise that The League meant business. It would make them think twice before pulling their next stunt. 

They got back to the base and Pariah handed out new instructions. She was happy to find she’d be joining Sixgun in the field. Field work always beats desk work, the icing on the cake being the cowboy was just like her, a regular human in amongst all the craziness that was their lives in a super heroic world. It would be good working with him.

Better than it would be working with Vigilance to interrogate the prisoners anyway. Still, she had the job now and so she might as well get it over with. She turned to ask the zombie to help her, but he was already gone. With a sigh she turned back to her former mentors partner. 

“Looks like its me and you then. Who do you want to work on first? I’d suggest Villa, from reports she seemed close to Bishop, might have some useful intelligence.”