Chapter Text
“-yes we are now receiving more information. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s confirmed that… This has to be wrong. You’ve handed the wrong report- You’re sure? I- Give me a moment… Okay, folks, set whatever you're doing down. You’ll want to hear this. The Simurgh’s dead. No, you heard that right. The Simurgh is dead. Jack Jones is on the ground in New York right now where the Protectorate press secretary is briefing the nation. A joint team involving Legend, Chevalier, a Ward named Flechette, and an independent who made his debut in California a week ago are being given credit for killing the Simurgh in a city called Brockton Bay. This is not a joke. She. Is. Dead. Heh. She’s dead. Haha! Oh, hallelujah. I can’t beleive it- We’re sure this isn’t a joke? Really sure? He isn’t high or-”
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
“He’s leaving,” Missy whispered, staring at the ground.
Clockblocker nudged her in the side. “Hey. You don’t know that.”
Turning, she gave him a sour look, her helmet hiding her eyes the way Clockblocker’s helmet hid his face. “We’re quarantined. It’s over.” Glancing at the door behind which Legend and Saint had vanished, Missy whirled, her skirt flaring as she walked away. She- she didn’t want to be here anymore.
The bang made her jump as a door slammed open behind her with enough force to splinter wood. “-ink this through,” Legend’s voice echoed. “Please. Reconsider.”
“I have done much thinking already. I do not need to think more. There is work to be done!”
Missy stopped and turned, her eyes wide underneath the helmet.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------