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A Systematic Tale: The Hero 36
🕑 Added 2025-08-27 08:05:08 +0000 UTCChapter 36:
– Silas –
I woke up the next morning tangled up in a sweaty, sticky mess of limbs, the warmth of their skin pressing close all around me. Sunlight filtered through Vicky’s bedroom curtains. I shifted slightly, and felt the gentle, satisfied ache throughout my entire body, a reminder of last night's intense activities.
Amy's head rested on my shoulder, her hair messy and damp, strands clinging softly to her flushed cheek. Her bare chest rose and fell steadily, her breathing deep and calm, a tiny smile curving the edges of her lips. She looked utterly peaceful, and something inside me softened at the sight.
On my other side, Vicky's golden hair was sprawled out across my arm and the pillow. Her naked body was pressed close, her thigh thrown carelessly over mine, a warm weight I didn't mind at all. Her breath tickled my neck.
I ran my fingertips lightly down Vicky's back, savoring the smooth feel of her skin, the subtle shiver my touch caused even in her sleep. Amy murmured softly against my chest, stirring slightly but not waking. I glanced down at her, unable to stop the quiet smile spreading across my face.
My body felt amazing, a deep sense of satisfaction that went beyond physical pleasure—it was pride, confidence, and something deeper I couldn't quite name yet.
Last night had changed things, it wasn’t just about the sex—though damn, that part had been incredible. But there was something more, a closeness, a new bond forming between the three of us.
Finally, after a long peaceful moment, Vicky stirred next to me, her eyes fluttering open to meet mine. She gave me a lazy, satisfied smile and stretched her limbs, arching against me like a cat waking from a nap.
"Morning, hero," she purred sleepily, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder. "Sleep well?"
"Best sleep I've ever had," I replied truthfully—and yes I was grinning.
Amy shifted at my other side, mumbling quietly as she slowly woke, eyes blinking open as she took in our entwined bodies. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink again, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she cuddled closer, burrowing her face against my chest. "Mmm…me too," Amy said softly, voice muffled against my skin.
I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering hungrily over both sisters' gorgeous, naked bodies as they slowly sat up beside me.
The sheets slipped down their curves. Vicky stretched luxuriously, arching her back in a way that made every toned muscle stand out beautifully, her golden hair cascading like silk over her shoulders and breasts. Her eyes met mine, and she flashed a wicked, playful grin that made my heart race.
Amy was more reserved, but no less captivating. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, her messy red hair framing her flushed cheeks and soft freckles perfectly. Her smaller, perky breasts rose and fell steadily as she took a deep breath, the pink blush on her pale skin only enhancing her natural charm. She glanced at me shyly, catching my gaze before quickly looking away, though the subtle, pleased smile at the corners of her lips told me she was enjoying my attention.
I reached out, trailing my fingers down the soft curve of Vicky's waist, feeling her shiver lightly at my touch.
"Enjoying the view?" Vicky teased, her voice husky and inviting, leaning closer until her lips brushed lightly against my jaw.
"Hard not to," I admitted openly, turning my head slightly to capture her lips in a brief, heated kiss.
Amy cleared her throat softly, her cheeks even brighter now. "You two really have no off-switch, do you?" she murmured, though her voice lacked any real annoyance.
Vicky chuckled softly against my skin, sliding one hand possessively over my chest. "Not when it comes to this," she replied bluntly, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare skin.
Before I could respond, the bedroom door swung open with a sudden creak. My heart jumped into my throat, and I turned sharply to see their mother, Carol Dallon, standing in the doorway, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a simmering anger that seemed ready to boil over at any second.
My stomach twisted nervously, a cold sweat prickling the back of my neck. Carol's piercing eyes traveled slowly over the three of us, taking in the scene of entangled bodies and discarded clothes strewn across the floor. Her lips pressed tightly together, making her displeasure even clearer.
"Hi, Mom," Vicky managed awkwardly, offering her mother a sheepish grin and a half-hearted wave.
"Victoria Dallon," Carol said sharply, each syllable clipped and tight with barely contained anger, "what exactly do you think you're doing?"
"Um, bonding?" Vicky offered weakly, her cheeks coloring slightly despite her attempt at bravado.
Carol took a deep, steadying breath, pinching the bridge of her nose as if trying to ward off a headache. Her expression shifted from outright fury to a look of resigned exasperation. She glanced briefly at the ceiling, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like a plea for patience.
"I specifically said no sex in my house," she finally ground out, her voice tight and strained. Her eyes narrowed as she looked pointedly from me to her daughters, clearly still struggling to process the scene she'd walked in on. "And I certainly didn't expect to find both my daughters sharing a bed with the same man. Honestly, what were you all thinking!?"
Vicky didn't back down, crossing her arms defiantly as she sat up a little straighter, the sheets slipping lower to reveal more of her bare chest. "Mom, it’s really not as bad as you’re making it out to be. Amy and I aren't even blood-related! And besides, we're all adults, aren't we?"
Amy squeaked quietly, her face now even redder than her hair. She ducked her head, clearly wishing she could vanish into the mattress beneath us.
Carol glared harder at Vicky, clearly unimpressed. "That’s not the point, Victoria. It’s about respect and boundaries. And frankly, I’m having a hard time believing that you thought this was okay."
Vicky raised an eyebrow sharply, a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, come on, Mom. Like you have room to talk. Didn't I hear something about you and Aunt Sarah getting up to some similar situation back in college—"
"Enough!" Carol cut her off quickly, her cheeks now flaming red with embarrassment. "That is not up for discussion. Ever!" Her eyes swung back to me, narrowing slightly as she took a deep breath, visibly reining herself back in. "Just… get cleaned up—all three of you. And I mean it, no more fooling around under my roof!" With that, Carol turned sharply, pulling the door closed behind her with a loud, echoing slam that rattled the pictures on the walls.
The room fell into a stunned silence for a long moment. Amy finally broke it with a soft, mortified groan, burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god, that was so awkward!"
I chuckled softly, partly out of relief that Carol hadn't actually murdered me on the spot. "Yeah, that really just happened, didn’t it?"
Vicky sighed dramatically, leaning back against the pillows and rolling her eyes skyward. "She'll get over it. Maybe…"
…She did not get over it.
We were all gathered around the breakfast table, the silence thick enough to slice through. Carol sat at the head of the table, gripping her coffee mug so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes flicked occasionally toward me, narrowing with disapproval every time they landed. Amy, meanwhile, kept her head down, pushing around her scrambled eggs with a fork, clearly desperate for the meal to end.
Vicky, however, was a completely different story. She seemed entirely unfazed by her mother's harsh glare, practically radiating smug satisfaction. She leaned into me with exaggerated affection, her body pressed snugly against my side as she lifted a piece of toast to my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, unable to suppress the pleased grin as her fingertips lingered gently on my lips.
"Here you go, hero," Vicky purred sweetly, her voice low and silky, clearly enjoying her role right now. "You need to regain your strength after yesterday and last night."
I chuckled softly, taking the offered toast and chewing slowly as I stole another glance at Carol. Whoops, that was a bad idea.
Amy cleared her throat awkwardly, her cheeks still pink from embarrassment. "Vicky, could you maybe tone it down a little?" she murmured, finally looking up from her plate with pleading eyes.
Vicky merely shrugged, completely unconcerned. "What? I'm just taking care of our favorite hero. He deserves it." She leaned closer, brushing her lips playfully against my ear. "Doesn't he, Mom?"
Carol cleared her throat, breaking the heavy silence around the breakfast table. "Have any of you actually bothered to check the news this morning?" she asked pointedly, her voice tense with controlled annoyance. She sighed deeply and shook her head before any of us could answer. "Of course not, you've all clearly been... occupied."
Vicky snorted softly, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her smartphone off the table. Her thumb flicked over the screen, and suddenly her eyes went wide. "Holy shit, Silas!" she exclaimed, nearly choking on her coffee. "You're all over the freaking internet. Like, every damn thread on the homepage!"
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a jolt of panic mixed with excitement surge through me. "Wait, what? Are you serious?" I leaned in closer, peering anxiously at her phone screen.
Vicky held the device out for me, and sure enough, my face was plastered everywhere—video clips, photos, memes, all featuring my battle with the Simurgh. Headlines screamed variations of "Dragonborn Saves Australia!" and "New Ward Hero Goes Viral!" My stomach did a weird flip, excitement mixing with a rising sense of nervousness.
Damn.
This was the big leagues, wasn't it…?
Amy quickly got up from her seat, rushing over to the small TV set in the corner of the kitchen. She switched it on, fumbling briefly with the remote. The screen flickered to life, showing a news anchor sitting behind a polished desk. The image behind her immediately caught my eye—there I was, in the middle of the street, shouting at the Simurgh in the sky. And then she was ripped from the heavens and crashed down to Earth where all the heroes, and some villains, all dogpiled her in an epic battle before she summoned her clone army.
I wondered if all this footage came from Dragon or something because the visuals were very clearly filmed, and undeniably awe-inspiring. Of course the PRT wasn't going to hesitate about releasing footage when we freaking WON.
"This is unbelievable," the anchor was saying, her voice animated with enthusiasm. "The hero known as Dragonborn has taken the world by storm following his astonishing battle yesterday in Australia. His mysterious and amazing powers were instrumental in forcing the Simurgh to flee, something never thought possible. Everyone is now scrambling to learn more about this young new hero!"
"Isn't OUR boyfriend awesome, Mom?" Vicky asked, leaning into me with a triumphant grin, clearly enjoying Carol’s stunned expression.
Carol blinked slowly, her coffee mug frozen halfway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, eyes narrowing in confusion and disbelief. "That was amazing, yes, but what exactly do you mean by 'our boyfriend'?" Her voice rose slightly at the end, edged with disbelief and irritation as her gaze shifted pointedly to me. "Silas, are you seriously telling me you intend to date both of my daughters? Do you have any idea what kind of media nightmare that would unleash?"
Before I could even gather my thoughts to respond, Amy's voice cut across sharply, startling all of us. "Yes," she declared firmly, sitting up straighter, her expression more determined than I'd ever seen it. "I'm dating Silas."
Vicky nodded confidently, adding without hesitation, "Me too. And I'm not breaking up with him just because people might freak out about it."
Carol's eyes widened in shock as she glanced rapidly between her two daughters, clearly struggling to process their blunt admission. Her voice was strained and frustrated when she finally spoke again. "Have either of you thought about how this will look for New Wave? People will say we're just a family of groupies chasing after the world's newest celebrity hero. Is that the kind of image we want to have?"
Amy shook her head fiercely, her cheeks flushed but her gaze unwavering. "I don't care what other people think anymore, Mom. I'm done trying to fit into their idea of what's acceptable. I've given enough, sacrificed enough of myself. This is something I want for me, and for once, I'm not giving it up."
Vicky squeezed my hand under the table, her grip warm and reassuring. Her eyes sparkled with defiance as she looked straight into her mother's eyes. "Exactly. Silas makes us happy. The world can just deal with it."
Carol sat back heavily in her chair, visibly deflating. She rubbed her forehead wearily, looking more exhausted than angry now. "You two are going to be the death of me," she muttered under her breath.
I cleared my throat nervously, feeling Carol's intense stare boring into me. My heart was hammering inside my chest, and I knew I had to choose my words very carefully. The thought of mentioning Sophia, Rebecca, Miss Militia, or Taylor didn't even cross my mind—Carol was already close to snapping, and I really didn't want to test her limits further.
Instead, I focused on what was real right here, right now. "Carol," I started, keeping my voice steady and sincere, "I care deeply about both Amy and Vicky. They mean a lot to me." I paused for a moment, searching for the right words, my eyes flicking briefly to the sisters. Amy’s face softened slightly, and Vicky gave me a reassuring smile. "Honestly, I don’t even know exactly how to label these feelings, or if this is what people call love. All I do know is that the thought of walking away from either of them actually hurts."
I felt a low growl rumble deep in my chest at the mere idea of losing them, my dragon instincts flaring protectively. They were mine, part of my growing hoard, and I wasn't going to just let anyone take them away. I swallowed hard, pulling myself back to the present before my dragon side could take control.
I thought my Dragon instincts would be BETTER after having sex, and they were calmer, when it came to physical desire at least, but I felt more possessive than ever.
At least my new Magnetic powers didn't come with any mental downsides. I wasn't going to turn into a mutant Neo-Nazi like Magneto at the very least...
Carol’s expression softened slightly at my genuine admission. She released a long breath, her shoulders sagging a little as her frustration seemed to ease just a bit. Finally, she shook her head slightly, though the corner of her mouth twitched into an almost-smile. "You're a good young man, Silas," she admitted begrudgingly, though her eyes still held a pointed look. "Even if you’re a bit of a horndog."
I chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck and offering Carol an apologetic smile. "That’s fair," I conceded with a sheepish grin. "I can't exactly deny it."
Carol snorted softly, her eyes rolling heavenward in mock exasperation. "Just promise me you'll take care of them. Both of them."
I nodded seriously, meeting her gaze directly. "I promise..."
…I stood outside the Dallon house. Around us, neighbors were clearly curious about the spectacle unfolding. I caught several of them openly staring, their expressions ranging from disbelief to outright shock. It wasn’t every day you saw the world's new hero standing in front of the Dallons’ house, clearly having spent the night.
We were doing our best to ignore the stares and all the pictures.
Vicky announced boldly, voice loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, clearly unconcerned by the curious eyes watching us.
Amy blushed furiously at her sister’s directness but gave me a small nod, eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Yeah, me too," she murmured softly, ducking her head slightly.
My chest swelled with pride and contentment. "Same here," I said honestly, returning their smiles warmly. "My best night ever."
And it was...
Vicky giggled, her fingers playfully tracing down my arm. "Are you planning on going to school today, hero?" she asked teasingly.
School!? I'd honestly completely forgotten about it...
After yesterday's battle with the Simurgh, the idea of sitting through mundane classes felt surreal, almost laughable. "Holy shit," I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. "Is it actually a school day? Do I even need to go after literally smacking an Endbringer out of the sky…?"
Both girls laughed at that, Vicky loudly and Amy covering her mouth shyly with a hand.
"...Fuck it, I'm definitely skipping today," I declared. "Actually, I should check in with Taylor. She was out all night defending the city with her bugs. There were riots and looters everywhere, and she didn't rest at all. She's probably at home right now…" I muttered to myself.
Vicky immediately pouted dramatically, crossing her arms with mock indignation. "Going off to see another girl already? And after the night we shared, Silas?"
Amy pouted as well at me. Hers was more genuine.
I chuckled, pulling them both into a quick hug. "I'll see you both later,” I told them.
…I arrived at Taylor's house across town, immediately noticing how different this neighborhood felt compared to Vicky and Amy’s. It wasn't terrible—just worn down and clearly less cared-for, with sidewalks cracked from age and patches of dried grass in the yards. The houses were smaller, paint peeling here and there, signs of people just trying to get by.
Taylor’s home was modest but well-maintained. Her dad made decent money managing the dockworkers, even if their union had been struggling lately. I paused for a second. I had Magneto's powers. Could I move that gigantic, rusting tanker stuck in Brockton Bay? Maybe not all at once, but piece by piece? It was all metal after all...
It would definitely help clear up the dock issues and probably boost the local economy.
It was something to think about at the very least.
Shaking myself out of those thoughts, I stepped up to the front door, knocking lightly. I expected Taylor, probably exhausted after spending the entire night using her powers to protect the city, but when the door swung open, it was someone else entirely.
Standing in the doorway was the beautiful Rebecca Brown. Her dark hair cascaded around her shoulders in soft waves, contrasting strikingly with her tight white t-shirt, the fabric stretched snugly across her ample chest. My eyes traveled downward, appreciating the way her blue jeans hugged her curvy hips perfectly.
"Oh," Rebecca's voice was pleasantly surprised, a warm smile spreading across her full lips. "Silas, hey. Wasn't expecting to see you again so soon..."
"So soon?" I asked her.
"Er–nevermind, forget I said that..." She told me and waved me off.
I shrugged at that. "Rebecca, hi. I figured I should come by and check on Taylor after last night’s craziness. I'm glad you're okay and you're obviously here checking up on Taylor as well…" I pointed out.
Taylor was sprawled out on her couch, looking thoroughly drained with dark circles under her eyes as she absent-mindedly scrolled through her phone. Her hair was messy, falling around her shoulders in tangled curls, and she wore a baggy t-shirt and shorts that showed off her long, slender legs.
Rebecca leaned close to me, her breath was hot against my ear as she whispered that Taylor’s dad, Danny, had already headed out to deal with work at the docks.
I nodded in acknowledgment and moved cautiously towards Taylor, offering her a gentle smile as I scanned her carefully for any injuries or signs of distress from last night’s chaos. "Hey, Taylor. You alright? You look completely wiped out."
She glanced up sharply, giving me an exaggerated pout that somehow managed to be cute even through her obvious exhaustion. "I'm fine," she huffed, holding my gaze firmly. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she flipped her phone around so I could see the screen clearly.
I saw the photo—a crystal-clear snapshot of me hugging Vicky and Amy outside their house, with bright morning sunlight highlighting our smiles. Damn, someone had snapped and posted that within the last twenty minutes? Obviously it was one of their nosy neighbors.
Taylor’s voice dripped with sarcasm, her tone noticeably edged with jealousy as she asked bluntly, "I'm fine, but how about YOU, Silas?"
I felt my cheeks heat up slightly. My hand went instinctively to the back of my neck, scratching my blond hair as I tried to find the right words. Rebecca, from the corner of my eye, gave me a subtle yet unmistakable glare, adding to the awkwardness of the moment. "Um… good, I guess," I managed to say.
Taylor was clearly unimpressed by my vague response. "Yeah, I bet you’re great after obviously fucking Panacea and Glory Girl last night and possibly this morning," she said flatly.
I didn't even try to deny it, meeting Taylor's sharp gaze and Rebecca's stare head-on. "Yeah," I admitted plainly, my voice steady despite the awkward tension filling the room. "That happened. It was just last night though..."
Taylor folded her arms tightly, her lips pressing into a tight line, clearly irritated but also curious to hear what I'd say next. It was obvious they both felt something deeper towards me, and it wasn’t fair to avoid the issue.
But apologizing didn't feel right either. Taking a deep breath, I decided blunt honesty was the only path forward. "Look, the truth is one of the powers I gained from my system made me more like a dragon," I explained. "It's something more instinctual, more emotional. Dragons are possessive, deeply protective of those they care about. And for me, that translates into caring deeply about more than one woman at once..."
Rebecca, I noticed, seemed to have some kind of look of understanding on her face. And then she smirked at me...?
"Are you seriously saying you're just going to collect girls like some sort of…hoard?" Taylor's voice cracked slightly, revealing the vulnerability underneath her sharp words. I knew she was the most emotionally sensitive out of all the young women in my life currently.
"I know how it sounds, but that's not exactly it," I told her earnestly. "It's not about just collecting. It's about genuinely caring for each of you, deeply. I'm not playing games or stringing anyone along. You're not objects to me—you're people I care about."
Rebecca’s expression gradually transformed into something more playful. "I'm totally fine with that," She glanced at Taylor, eyes sparkling mischievously. "At least he’s being honest, Taylor. That’s more than most guys would manage. We could definitely do so much worse in this world! Sharing a decent guy doesn't sound too horrible..."
For some reason, she seemed like she was trying to convince Taylor more than herself.
Taylor hesitated for a long moment, her eyes flicking between Rebecca and me. "Whatever..." she grumbled and then scooted over on the couch.
I took that as my cue to sit down next to her. Rebecca sat next to me on my other side.
"You know, Taylor, I'm really proud of you. You put yourself out there all night protecting people, keeping the city together. Not everyone could've done what you did."
Her eyes widened slightly, her cheeks immediately turning a charming shade of pink. She ducked her head, trying unsuccessfully to hide her blush behind her messy curls. "I… I just did what anyone would’ve done," she mumbled softly, clearly uncomfortable under the spotlight of praise.
Rebecca scoffed lightly from beside me. "Oh, please, Taylor. Don’t downplay it like that. What you did was heroic, plain and simple. You stepped up when people needed you! That's more than I can say about most of this world's so-called heroes..." she grumbled for some reason.
Taylor's blush intensified, her fingers nervously twisting the edge of her shirt. "It wasn't anything compared to what Silas did," she protested quietly. "I mean, come on—he saved the freaking world yesterday! All I did was keep a few blocks from burning down."
I only saved Australia technically, but that wasn't the point.
I knew she had trouble with praise and compliments. Knowing words wouldn't get much further, I simply reached out and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close against me.
Taylor squeaked in surprise, stiffening for just a brief second before relaxing against my side. She leaned her head gently on my shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.
"You did good, Taylor," I whispered softly, my voice just loud enough for her ears alone. "And I'm glad you're safe."
Her hand moved hesitantly, coming to rest softly on my thigh, fingers curling lightly into my jeans as if anchoring herself. "Thanks," she murmured back quietly. "It…means a lot to hear that from you."
Rebecca leaned in a bit closer. "So, Silas," she asked, "what’s your next big move? With all the city's top villains knocked down last night, we’ve got ourselves a serious power vacuum now. How would you handle this situation before more villains come to this city? The empire and ABB are both crippled after all..."
Her question caught me off guard. Why would Rebecca ask something so specific?
"...Honestly," I began slowly, "I’m not exactly sure how to handle it. Part of me hates the idea that we might have just cleared space for newer, possibly worse villains to rise up. Won't they be too afraid of me to come?"
"You really think villains will stay away just because you live here?" she asked me.
"Wouldn't they?" I questioned, genuine confusion edging into my voice. "I mean, after what happened with the Simurgh and all the villains we took down, I figured they’d think twice before stepping foot in this city..."
She laughed openly now. "You’d think so, wouldn’t you? But just look at the cities protected by the Triumvirate—New York, Los Angeles, Houston—they have some of the highest crime rates around the country."
I blinked at her. "Seriously? Why?"
"Because," Rebecca explained, "power attracts power, Silas. Strong heroes draw out strong villains. People are always going to test you, to prove themselves, or try to make a name. You didn’t just fix things last night—you made yourself a huge target."
I tilted my head slightly, studying Rebecca with curiosity. "You seem to know an awful lot about this, Rebecca. Where did all this insight come from, exactly?"
She blinked at me in surprise, clearly not expecting the question. Her mouth opened slightly, as if trying to find the right words, but before she could speak, Taylor quickly intervened from my other side!
"Rebecca's just a huge cape geek!" Taylor blurted awkwardly, her cheeks flushing faintly as she glanced between us. "She spends way too much time reading forums and watching cape documentaries. She's practically obsessed!"
Oh... Ok? I didn't expect that. “That’s cute,” I said honestly.
Rebecca immediately sputtered indignantly, her eyes widening in shock and embarrassment. "C-Cape g-geek? Really, Taylor???" she sounded almost offended by those words.
Rebecca muttered something under her breath....
Seeing her discomfort, I reached over impulsively and gently grabbed her hand, my thumb brushing softly over her knuckles. "I'm glad someone has all this information. Thanks for worrying about it and giving me advice—I genuinely appreciate it."
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, surprise flickering briefly before softening into something warmer. "Oh," she whispered softly, her voice quieter now, a blush deepening noticeably on her cheeks. "Of course, Silas. I'm just trying to help..."
The nice moment between the three of us was abruptly cut short when my phone started buzzing loudly in my pocket. Rebecca and Taylor both gave me curious looks as I fished it out, the bright screen showing Miss Militia's name clearly.
I swiped the screen, putting the call on speaker so everyone could hear. "Hey, Miss Militia," I said. "I'm over at Taylor's house right now."
"Yes, I know," Miss Militia replied, a hint of amusement in her voice. "All of the Wards have GPS trackers, remember?"
Taylor's eyes widened at that, and we exchanged an awkward glance. Neither of us seemed overly thrilled about the idea that the PRT knew exactly where we were at all times. Rebecca just smirked for some reason.
"Right," I replied, shrugging slightly. "So, what's up?"
Miss Militia sighed softly on the other end. "I know you're probably exhausted and definitely deserve a break after yesterday, but Director Piggot is asking if you and Taylor could come to the Rig for a debrief. We need your firsthand accounts while everything is still fresh in your minds..."
I looked at Taylor again, seeing the exhaustion still clearly visible on her face. Despite that, she shrugged and gave me a resigned nod.
I guess we were going...
"Sure," I agreed reluctantly. "We’ll head over soon."
"Thanks, Silas," Miss Militia said gratefully. "We appreciate it. See you both soon."
I ended the call and let out a deep breath, turning toward Rebecca to apologize for having to cut our moment short. Before I could even open my mouth, though, a sudden glowing blue screen popped up right in front of my face…
XXX
Who’s going with him? Taylor, Rebecca or both?
Comments
Max Vos
Both. Both is good
Shadowflare300
Both, both is good
Shiraori
Both. I wonder what the blue screen will call Rebecca. Is It going to be her full civilian name or her hero name. Or maybe it takes the name from Silas' mind and calls her just Rebecca Brown.
Arcanemagus
> Vicky announced boldly, voice loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, clearly unconcerned by the curious eyes watching us. Whatever she announced got cut out, from context something close to "best night ever"?
