A/N: sorry for the late update. I had an exam the previous day and was busy revising the course material.

Anyway, I Just found out that I forgot to mention Will Solace's armor. He wears Linothorax, with a vest and belt full of bags and pockets of field medic supplies.

Reyna and Annabeth went to the common area and called a gathering. They told them what Tattletale had said, and they decided to let her go, and use her as a plant in Coil's operation. They'd wait a few days, check the areas that were suspect to being Coil's base, and then take care of him. Taylor was sitting in on this one, hearing them out, listened to their plans, gave her own input sometimes, but didn't participate in the decision-making. Annabeth came with Reyna to deliver the good news, and the rapid paling and the gulp of fear that Tattletale gave at the news had the two of them grinning wickedly at her. So Reyna gave her a few bruises on her back and her legs, and Annabeth gave her a beautiful black eye, and Nico sent her on her way to the general area of the Undersiders hideout, after they attached a tracker to her body. It was a subdermal thing, not technological in nature. Only some with divine blood could detect it. They even give her a charm, this one being a torch with a long handle, to easier break it when necessary.

When they returned to the common area, Reyna looked to Taylor and told her to come to the training area. "Do you know how to use any weapons?" she said. Taylor shook her head no, and Reyna took her to their weapons rack and told her to pick any that she liked. Taylor took a k-bar, a steel retractable baton, and after a few moments of consideration, took a spear. She then looked around, and seeing nothing that took her fancy, she returned to Reyna. Reyna looked at her choices, and said, "Good. We'll be teaching you the knife and the baton first, as they're easier for you to use at the moment. Give it a few months, when you have the muscle, then we can move to the spear. We can get you a gun too, if that's what you want, and we can use them as well now. There's not much that could influence them in here." The last one was said towards her teammates.

Now that they wouldn't be battling gods and titans and monsters, they could use guns without the fear of problems. Back home, what they fought would weaken reality, the laws of nature didn't work well around those, so the guns would be broken easier. They'd jam, the bullet exploded in the barrel, and other messy things that happened to the modern guns. Here, the laws of physics were more firm, and the enemy wasn't supernatural in the same way that the gods were. So they should try and learn to use guns.

That day, in the few hours that Taylor was at the warehouse, Reyna taught her the very basics of knife fighting. She taught her the correct stance, the correct grips, how to block basic jabs and then sent her home. The next day, after the morning run, She and Annabeth drilled Taylor through what they had taught her last night, attacking with a few basic jabs and slashes. She had learned them, and that afternoon, after another drill, taught her a few more tricks. They were in the middle of teaching her dirty tricks, where to stab, where to slash, when Reyna felt the emergency beacon go off. Tattletale had broken the charm, and the Undersiders were surrounded. She called for everyone to gather, told them what had happened, and half a minute later six chariots and a horse automaton were barrelling towards the containers in the boat graveyard, while Taylor and Katie were left to man the base.

Tattletale had reached the red brick building that was the Undersiders hideout. She was bruised in a lot of places, and the black eye that the blonde bitch gave her didn't help. She knocked on the door in a pattern, and Brian and Alec opened the door, ready for anything. They saw her, took a look around her and pulled her inside. After a good bit of interrogation that she spun around with ease, she was back in. She rested a bit, and started to plan ahead. What those assholes wanted to do would push forward her plans to get rid of Coil considerably. If there was no snag in it, it could be done in a week.

the next day she sent Bitch to take the haul to the droppoint, and it was a few hours and she didn't return. The bruises had surprisingly faded, and she had only the shiner from last day. Now feeling a little concerned, that maybe Bitch had decided to run away, she told the others that Bitch was late. There was a moment of indifference, but when the whole thing sunk in, there was a flurry of activity to get suited up and run to check out the droppoint.

They were cornered by the ABB, and in the little time that Bakuda would reach them, she broke the torch keychain. They had the dubious pleasure of meeting Über and L33t, they ran away into the labyrinth of containers and dodged the crazy, megalomaniac, fucking twat's bombs, and after barely escaping being drawn into a fucking mini black hole, they were finally cornered.

They had just found out that Bakuda had put bombs into the civilians brains, and were in the middle of watching an Asian boy get melted, when the cavalry finally arrived. Literally.

They watched the six chariots move through the containers, ripping them open and come to a stop in front of them. It was admittedly an impressive sight. twelve bronze mechanical horses, with big, red rubies for glowing eyes, and lifelike behavior. in two seconds, five arrows were shot and then five nets sprang out from them, effectively binding the goons and taking them out of the equation. Bakuda threw a grenade at them, and a tendril of water slapped it away and into a container. There was a little bang, and the container turned into glass. The one with the black horse plume on his helmet was swallowed by shadows, and when Lisa looked at Bakuda, she saw him holding a blade to her neck.

"Drop your weapons, slowly."

Bakuda slowly did as he said, dropping the grenade loop, the grenade launcher, and her belt. The guy held the sword at her neck still, and was about to get her down, that a few explosions were heard from the city. Lisa studied the mad tinker, and to her horror, found that the activation mechanism was in her glasses and on her left toes. When she wanted to say that, there were a few explosions around them, but she still managed to say, "Her left foot! She's using her left foot!"

In a swift move, the sword in his hand removed Bakuda's left foot from the ankle. He was about to stab her in the heart, when the blonde shit that punched her in the face cried out, "Stop! She has a deadman's switch! Smith get your ass here. we have to disable it."

The relatively short boy with the linen armor came running to her, and she brought out a laptop, and they both managed to hack into Bakuda's systems and disabled the deadman's switch. It took ten nerve-wracking minutes, but they did it, and then looked at scene around them.

"So she put bombs into people's heads. Innocent people, and then forcibly drew them into the gang. What do we do about it?" Tempest asked, but Lisa knew that it was a symbolic question. They had already decided.

"She's too dangerous to let go. Who knows, maybe she'd manage to reconnect the deadman's switch. All in favor?" This was the blonde one.

It took a couple seconds, but from the twelve, there came an unanimous vote. They looked at each other, then the black plumed one took out a black sword. It was a Falcata, black as night, like it was sucking in the light around it. Even if her power didn't tell her anything, like the sword didn't even exist, deep in her heart she knew the sword was bad news. She instinctively knew that being killed with that sword would be a fate worse than death. He took one look at the mad tinker, and stabbed it in her heart. Bakuda gave a scream of pure agony, a sound that chilled the spines of everyone around, except the twelve armor clad heros. They witnessed the death with grim postures, like it was just bad business.

When she laid still, the one with the sun on his leather armor went to the boy, and laid a hand on his shoulder. Together, they climbed down and got in a chariot. The rest of the chariots turned to leave, and when they sped away, there was a cheer from a lot of the Asian conscripts in the nets. All of a sudden, the nets vanished, along the arrow shafts they were released from, and set the people free. There was a lot of creative cursing involving Bakuda, her parents, and a few animals including a duck, for some weird reason. They left Bakuda's corpse and fled from the scene. The Undersiders were pretty shocked, most of them hadn't seen cold-blooded murder in their lives. No, it was not murder, Lisa thought. It was just like putting down a rabid animal. The black plume boy looked at her, but there was no disgust, no pleasure, nothing but the certainty that the girl laying at his feet should be put down. It was a sobering scene to watch, those teenagers condemning someone to death. Bakuda deserved it to be sure, but seeing teenagers do it?

Lisa called the PRT with a burner phone, said that there was a cape fight in that part of the town, gave the address and dropped the phone. They had found Bitch and her dogs, and except a few bruises on her, she was fine. It was time to go back.

After the bombings across the city, Lung's escape from a PRT holding cell, and the dead tinker in the boat graveyard, Director Emily Piggot of the PRT ENE was not having a good morning. On top of that, the couple hundred asians coming to the PRT and saying that Bakuda had put bombs in their heads was another damn disaster. They had begged for help, and in return told them about the ambush on the Undersiders, the twelve armored capes that had come to the rescue and the death of Bakuda. They gave descriptions of the twelve costumes, the face concealing helmets, the symbols, and the chariots and horses. The show of judging the tinker was spoken about too. Personally, Emily was a little miffed, because she wanted to kill the crazy shit herself, or failing that, throw her ass in the prison because of the bombings. Her job was another thing, taking assessment of Parahumans in Brockton Bay and try to keep the hellhole from going up in flames. So she would assess these new pains in her ass.

"What do we know about them? because twelve Parahumans don't just come out of the bushes and band together. Has there been any description of their powers?"

"There may be one description. In the bank robbery a couple days ago, there was a sighting of two of them. the one with the blue plume, and the one with the black. Glory Girl reported that she saw them with an unconscious Tattletale on the blue one's shoulder and then the three of them sank into shadows. It would be a teleportation power, and the suspect is the black plumed one. And we know that he's the one who killed Bakuda." Miss Militia said.

"It doesn't really matter. From what we know, any one of them was capable of killing Bakuda. He was just the nearest one. Anything else?"

"I met them the night Lung was captured. They were with a third cape, a teenage girl around wards age. To tell the truth, I was not the one who took care of Lung. I arrived there to see him unconscious, and the three of them gathered around him. They were speaking, but it could be said that they had met on that night for the first time. I have the footage of the conversation, if that would help." Armsmaster said a little uncomfortably. Even he knew the shit show that would happen if this was made public, it seemed.

Emily gave him a scathing look, and after a moment told him to show the footage. It was obvious that they didn't know each other before that night, and it became clear when the girl confessed that it was her first night out. After a few minutes of watching the footage and then a half hour of reading through the reports of the night, they reached the conclusion that Lung had been hit by lightning a few times that night. With the various venoms and the electric burns through his body, not to mention the tranquilizer that stopped his regeneration, it was a miracle that he was alive now. So one of them could control lightning.

"What about their armor? What can you tell me?"

"It seems that the armor is real bronze, but I don't have a sample to say for certain. They would be costume make, and that would not be cheap. So they may have powerful sponsors, be it parents, or other groups of Parahumans. This was the first night that the twelve were seen together, and I would assume that Lung may go on a rampage to draw them out. That would be an unmitigated disaster. The civilian losses would be so great that a kill order may be issued."

After that cheery note, they spent a few more minutes discussing the ramifications of last night, and the meeting was adjurned.

Taylor didn't know what she was feeling. On one hand, she felt that Bakuda deserved what she got, but on the other hand she felt bad that her new teammates just murdered someone. She didn't want to have to become a murderer. All of them were in the living room, or as they liked to call it common area. they were speaking in a foreign language, all of them gathered around Nico, clapping him on the back, offering support. After a few minutes of speaking in that language, they switched to English, with Percy saying, "The next execution, I will deal the blow. I have a plan on how to deal with the rest of it."

"What? what do you mean, next execution? You want to do it again? How can you even talk about it?"

"Bakuda was beyond saving, Taylor. She was putting bombs into people's brains. She thought she was a goddess, doing whatever the fuck she wanted to the mortals, just because she had powers. She was an egotistical megalomaniac without any mercy for anything. If she managed to escape with her life tonight, she could make more bombs, things that would be unimaginable in the destruction that they could cause. One of her bombs could turn anything into glass. and there was literally no guarantee that she couldn't reinstall the deadman's switch, or the controls to trigger any of her bombs from the safety of her workshop." Annabeth said.

"We could've stopped her then. you shouldn't become murderers because of the bitch. We could've given her to the authorities." Taylor half-heartedly said.

"Heh, even you don't believe that. Look at what happened to yourself. Bakuda would have escaped, she would come back to the streets, with a hurt pride, and do a lot worse than what she did till now. She would be bombings hospitals the next time. All those lives that she would take, they have been saved, because we did what we did. I can see you're not convinced. Think of the Slaughterhouse nine. Wouldn't you kill any of them if given the chance? because believe me, Bakuda would be their prime recruiting material." Reyna told her.

"Life will teach you that the universe isn't all black and white. You can't point fingers at most people and say that they're villains. Even most of the capes in this city can't be judged like that. You can find the most law abiding citizen and become disgusted by their personalities and mannerisms, because they're despicable people, and you can find a law breaker and find them the best of people." Percy said.

It was at that point that they heard that Lung had escaped the PRT. Taylor hung her head, feeling conflicted.

A/N: Man this chapter sucks ass. even I know that. It couldn't get better by me, I was at my wit's end trying to write a decent chapter. Alright, review, tell me how I could make this chapter a better one.