You awoke with plans on your mind. Vague really at the moment, but still, plans. Idly you reached over for your loyal bitch, pulling her into a cuddle as torso of Tattletale watched over your sleep, her long delicate fingers massaging you gently as you rested, her pillowy bosom supporting you head as you slept.

Sunday. A good day to get up and get to work. No one would question that you had been out all night, no one would care what you’d been doing.

No one but Victoria.

You couldn’t help but smile, being able to tell her you’d made some new friends. She always worried about you not socializing enough. And spending time like that and with Connie instead of running off to the hospital in the middle of the night, cold sweats upon your brow thinking of every life whom you didn’t save because you hadn’t been there to save them. Victoria never liked how you used the Hospital to cover your need to be away from home, though she did understand it.

She just never knew how much you also hated it.

Or she’d have realized how much more you absolutely detested your life at home.

You stretched, luxuriating naked upon your animal resting place, then turned around, looking at the slightly pained, breathless look on her face. Just moving sent jolts of both pain and pleasure though Sarah’s body now, just a fun little thing you liked to do to her at night. Though not quite the torture that it sounded like when you said it to yourself out loud.

You’d altered both her and Skitter to be sleepless after all.

“Hey asshole.” You spoke almost fondly as you slapped her breasts sharply. “You finished that list I asked you for last time?”

“Yes mistress.” She groaned, you had to admit she a nice voice like this. “But there’s a problem which has arisen.”

"Problem?"

"Last night there were a series of bombings. All across town, and also in almost every occupied warehouse." Her voice calmed not that you'd stopped the pain in order to better facilitate clarity of thought. If it were a crisis then fun times would need to be held off. "The Azn Bad Boys have begun to move, everything about their numbers and organization from Skitter's observations have been far greater than they have ever been, and to the pattern forming from it is wide ranging, aggressive... and nothing short of a massive distraction. Every hero across town is going to be involved in putting out the smaller fires, capturing those ABB members involved."

"And all of that is a distraction?" You couldn't keep the wonder out of your voice.

"Yes, no less than forty buildings across town have been demolished, including multiple local precinct law enforcement and emergency services, while attempts were also made on the local branch of the PRT's response unit." The lack of emotion in her voice was pointed, almost drained in quality. You made sure no troublesome depressive states would assert themselves on her as she analyzed and digested the data.

You were even kind enough to push endorphins though her system to alleviate the thinker headache which you could tell was starting to form.

"The most successful hit bring on the containment centre for their leader."

Oh. Well, that was good news for no one at all. Lung was a bad motherfucker, and even with your powers you were hella warry about tangling with the man who'd faced Leviathan in single combat.

You couldn't help but wonder though where they were getting all of the man power they'd need to do all of this.

"Even more of an issue is the fact that their Bomb Tinker, Bakuda, seems to have been cohersing and implanting bombs into the heads of the entirety of the ABB."