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If you are wondering, in the next update Darth Danny will be telling his story about how Mr. Murphy threw his short time plans out of the airlock.

The Sith of Brockton Bay

Interlude 1: Armsmaster

January 16

PRT Headquarters

Brockton Bay

"Armsmaster, you know that old saying? That no plan survives contact with the enemy?" Hebert asked.

I gave him a curt nod.

"I shouldn't have forgotten it. Ask your questions."

"Let us start with the basics. How long have you been a Cape, Mr. Hebert?"

"Since January eleventh."

I used my helmet's HUD to check the records. And news. Nothing out of the ordinary… A switch and a custom built search engine was cross-referencing Hebert's name with hospital records. There was a hit… about his daughter Taylor, brought in after some unspecified accident at school. Pretty nasty one considering what they were treating her for.

"I see." I said though I really didn't. Not yet at any rate. An accident happening to his daughter, it was unlikely to be his trigger event. Though I've seen stranger things. "What were you doing at the docks this evening?"

A demure smile. "I needed a bit of fresh air. It was a nice night for a walk."

Partial lie. I frowned. I could see how someone might need to go out to clear up his head. Hell, Dragon's been on my case for weeks insisting that I get a brief break and get out of my lab. When I'm not on official business, that is.

"Do you care to elaborate?"

A shrug. The man's lawyer shook her head. How he got Dallon to represent him was something I wanted to know. There was a story there, which might be relevant to what happened tonight.

"Fine, for now. What happened during your walk?"

"Those upstanding citizens, the Merchants ran into me," Mr Hebert smiled contently.

I didn't need tech to figure he was sarcastic. I was making some progress, though most people might disagree.

"That will be the same twenty five of them, that PRT personnel recovered a klick south from the location we met?" I asked.

"I don't recall meeting any other of their kind tonight." A nonchalant shrug.

Truth.

"Why did you attack them? To test your powers, perhaps?"

"My client didn't attack them, Armsmaster." Mrs. Dallon interjected.

"On them?" There was a derisive snort. "One of the fools must have been higher than usual, because he decided that it would be fun to use me as a target practice." Another shrug. "They were unlucky tonight."

He was telling the truth again.

"Is there any specific reason why you left them all dead?"

"Don't answer." Carol all but ordered her client.

"I don't particularly like drug runners. Especially the kind that forcefully addict people to their shit." Mr. Hebert ignored her advice.

Truth again. It didn't excuse what he did, but I can't say that I disagree. However he didn't really admit to killing them either though an experienced DA could twist his statement. However, a good lawyer could easily prove that it wasn't a confession either.

"You are aware that you just confessed to twenty five counts of murder?"

"My client said no such thing!" Mrs. Dallon glared at me.

"Yes." Mr. Hebert contradicted her, earning a glare too.

"And the possible consequences?"

"I'm not really concerned about that."

Truth on both counts. Was the man unhinged by his trigger event and what happened to his kid? What I found concerning was that while Mrs. Dallon's disapproval was obvious, she wasn't particularly concerned about her client either. Or so my equipment reading her micro expressions deduced. She either didn't care about her client and his fate or they knew something I didn't.

Perhaps they knew the same thing I did. Why some capes could often get away with murder. Especially if the victims were just gangsters.

"I can see that. The Merchants weren't the only ones you encountered tonight."

"Yes, someone else was out for a stroll too."

I felt the beginnings of a headache. A stroll. I nearly laughed. Half the bloody Docks were gone!