"So, Direc- Director Tagg, was it worth it?" I blinked at where the director stood by the door. My father seated at the table.
"What do you mean?" There was a frown on his face.
I shook my head. "Was 'winning' worth it. Was the PRT outing me at the school- in- in public worth it?"
Miss Militia frowned now where she stood. It appeared that she was catching on.
"Of course, it was worth it," He didn't quite snarl. "If you think that I will permit a criminal such as yourself to run wild and do whatever you want to destroy America, you've got another thing coming. This is a war, and winning is everything."
I nodded at him, elsewhere, insects slowly texted out on a certain director's smartphone. [do it]
"Fair enough, but- but, tell me. Was it worth winning here, at the cost of breaking the- the unspoken rule of capes?" I smiled now, Miss Militia's face was slowly going pale.
"Unspoken rule, it's just politeness," He looked down at me.
"Really? I... it goes both ways, you know," I smirked and watched as Miss Militia ran out of the room. "I guess the PRT has no problems having the Protectorate Capes being outed to the world."
"What." He blinked at me. "There's a bluff."
"Is it? Did you know that- that we have a really good thinker? You know her, Tattletale. She likes to tattle- tattle on people," I shook my head at him. "And we got our hands on the PRT database when we hit the building."
The PRT director looked sick before running out of the room, leaving me with my father. "Sorry, Dad."
"Oh, Taylor," There was only a sad note in his voice as he looked at me.
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Was it worth it?
Worm AU