Amy

Vicky put the suitcase down and flopped on the bed.

"Can't wait until we get that house."

I smiled.

"So I rode Void's pony."

I waited for her reaction and-

"Oh, so you met Trigger."

Vicky opened up a magazine and I frowned.

"He showed you Trigger?"

She looked up from her paper.

"No, but Dean used to own a horse on that ranch, he owned Trigger's father."

"Oh, I didn't know."

I felt bad now.

"I have a life outside work Amy, I dated Gallant for years before... the Nine. I used to think that I would marry him you know."

She stopped.

"A part of me resented that, having my life already planned out and looking back on it..."

She leaned back into the bed.

"I was a bitch, I don't think I deserved him."

"Vicky."

"No, don't defend it, I acted like a bitch."

I paused.

"Yeah, you kind of were a bitch."

I thought about it.

"I can be kind of a bitch too. So how did you know?"

"That you didn't do that with him? I know you Amy, you're not going to blurt something like that out, no you would be all adorably embarassed, plus I also have a feel for Void's personality. The guy is really against the whole idea of leaving behind a war widow."

"You heard the rant?"

Vicky shrugged.

"I read the rant, it was the moment on PHO where I kind of stopped thinking of him as that asshole and as Void Cowboy."

She continued to stare at the ceiling.

"We're all growing up now, I guess."

I laid down in the bed next to her, Vicky smiled.

"I think I know who Skitter is."

I tilted my head.

"Really?"

"Yeah really look, first person she took down? Who was it?"

I snorted.

"Unofficially us but we both know it was Lung."

"Yeah, so Skitter is someone who has a serious fucking beef with the ABB, and that costume that was hand made. "

I looked at her.

"Lots of people make their own costumes."

"As much as I hate to say it not with that kind of skill Amy, that thing took a lot of work, it's scary as fuck but it has some serious thought and effort made into it. In other words someone with a fashion background."

"Ok."

"Second, Skitter basically took over the Undersiders when she joined, this is someone who is going to be queen fucking Bee whereever she is, a popular girl."

I nodded my head.

"Third, we're dealing with a really twisted bitch so we need someone with a fucking history of cruelty."

"Where are you going with this?"

Vicky smiled evily.

"Emma Barnes."

I blinked.

"No way, she's Shadow Stalkers friend."

"Shadows on probation for a reason, and you notice how Skitter and Shadow Stalker have never talked?"

I thought about it.

"But Skitter's taller and the boobs."

"You can tape boobs down, it's uncomfortable but you can do it, and..."

She opened a magazine.

"She does exactly that in this issue right here."

I blinked.

"Model, ok but you can't prove it."

Her smile grew more evil.

"She was attacked by ABB when Shadow Stalker showed up, that's a trigger event worthy thing, she's one of the most popular girls in her school, she has a long history in fashion and has connections most people are not going to have, and as for a history of violence."

The smile vanished.

"She's been fucking torturing her former best friend for over a year, I'm talking really sick shit here Amy."

"How sick?"

"Stuck her in a locker full of tampons, and other fucked up shit."

"And you discovered this how?"

"She has this friend named Madison, I may have snuck into her house and stole her diary."

I blinked.

"That's fucked up Vicky."

She nodded her head.

"I know, it's not cool but this is personal."

"No this is against the unwritten rules, we could get into a lot of trouble."

Vicky smiled.

"That's for crimes committed in costume, this is shit Skitter did outside of costume."

She waved around a photo of the poor girl that used to be Emma's friend.

"Come on Amy, you in?"

I sighed and sat up.

"Fine, I'm in."

Vicky got off her bed and hugged me.

"Good."

She sat up and smiled.

"We are going to nail Emma fucking Barnes to the goddamned wall."