Coronzon, Seir, Ahrima, Bamet. Fallen, arrested during the raid of their compound. Taken to the prison. Broken out by Lab Rat and the Red Queen. A couple of the capes in their periphery looked like they might have been at the Fallen raid. Allies of the Crowleys, bikers and drug dealers, roped in, arrested.

Amy joined the group from Shin. Giants walked with her, kneeling on either side of the group. She stood with one hand on a giant, doing her work, as others gathered off to the side.

In a way it was good that I’d tied her hands. Good that we’d pit her against a threat that essentially never stopped coming, and forced her into supplying a constant stream of soldiers to wage war against it. It limited what else she could do.

Coronzon approached Amy, bending down to say something in her ear.

“It looks like she cured his cancer.” Rain murmured.

Coronzon would be the senior member of the Fallen group when Mathers was captured. From what little I’d seen of him earlier, he’d been someone who was very like Mama Mathers in how he’d moved. She had been so thin and malnourished that she’d looked like she would creak when she moved, a wisp of a person who came across as old when she definitely wasn’t. Coronzon, as Rain had suggested, had had cancer, and had been ill enough he’d hobbled.

He didn’t hobble now. He moved like a young man. He wore a shawl of animal hides that had been bleached as white as hides could get, over white robes that had stains around the ankles. A hood covered his head, and a thin black mass bubbled and twisted in the expanse beneath that hood, casting his face in permanent but inconsistent shadow that made it look like his skin was boiling. It didn’t follow his face perfectly, and at times he moved his head or glanced over at the heroes, I saw someone with sharp features and a sharper glare.

CAN’T LISTEN IN. SORRY

“It’s okay, Kenz,” Sveta murmured.

“Do we have a problem?” Moonsong called out to the Shin capes.

Coronzon kept talking, his voice low and impossible to make out. Amy listened, not responding.

“What are you even doing, Amy?” Sveta called out. “What is Shin doing? They’re playing games with you, and you’re playing games with everything.”

“Can you give a message to Sveta for me?” I asked.

“Depends on the message,” Eric said, without looking up from his screen.

“Tell her to tone it down? If Amy listens, she’s going to be on the defensive.”

“Is this a continuation of your plan to manipulate your sister?”

“It’s a continuation of my plan to not have the Red Queen flip out and hurt people.”