The morning went in a blur for both Caelus and Stelle in their new home, away from the hustle and bustle of the main streets of Moines. With evening's arrival, Caelus stepped out, tugging his jacket on, as he grabbed his bat. Stelle watched him silently leave, giving a hug as a reassurance to remain safe, and he nodded, a soft expression forming on his face. "Stay safe."

"Of course I will."

As he stepped into the cool night of air, he let the reserves of energy within flood through him as he gripped his bat tighter. He crouched into a running stance before he sprinted off in a burst of energy, running across buildings and leaping across distances from rooftops to rooftops to begin his patrol

Billy Butcher often did not have good days.

He was certain the lad Hughie was out for justice, or whatever form of it he liked to believe, after the lad's girlfriend Robin got turned into road slush by that speeding cunt A-Train. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness at the idiocy that the lad attempted to fight Vought and A-Train with a lawsuit as he revealed it to him, or at least toyed with it.

Heh… it didn't exist in this goddamn world. Justice was just a term only used by the star spangled cunt, Homelander and the rest of the Seven along with Vought to fuel their propaganda of turning everyone into mindless drones that preached them. He had already seen it. Whatever justice Hughie had in mind, it never fucking existed.

While Hughie pretended like he was still contemplating the decision of putting the bug within Translucent, Butcher could read the lad's mind already. It didn't take a genius to know what he was thinking. While he said no, the look in his eyes and the gears in his head were already turning. The kid would be obviously shitting his pants as he would be staring down within Vought, possibly the speeding cunt himself who turned Robin into paint on the side of the street.

Little pussy he knew would toughen up soon. It was either planting the bug, or he would have to find someone else to do so, and Butcher was certain no one else would be able to.

Leaning against the wall, he flicked on his lighter and took a drag. Billy decided to go out for a smoke.

The advertisements continued to flicker on with such neon rainbows displays of intensity that Butcher felt like he was going to puke. As if Vought didn't shove it down their throats already that the narcissistic cunt and the rest of the Seven were already at the center of attention, it infected evening leisure.

Billy waited the day for it to all end, that Vought would be exposed like the despicable cunts they were, and with Homelander dead at his feet, so he wouldn't have to see fuck all with anymore of that star spangled cunt or any one of the Seven. Once the Boys were back together, it would be time before all those cunts, be it Homelander and the Seven or Vought, would burn in hell.

Flicking his gaze to the near empty streets, he leaned his head back. These streets were always built for trouble, for gangs and other forms of crimes.

A scream echoed from nearby and Butcher simply crushed his cigarette. Especially now, as he looked over.

A woman, clearly a prostitute by her makeup and the fact that she was wearing such a revealing outfit and the fact Billy had done his research on this area and knew there was a strip club nearby, was surrounded by men whose intentions were clear, wielding knives and loose objects as weapons. There was no one around, of course.

Jesus god fucking dammit…

Butcher was not a fucking hero, because those didn't fucking exist, and he didn't give two shits about strangers of any form or sort. But he would be a rat fucking bastard just to not even tell those fuckers to fuck off and just pretend to look the other way. He was certain Hughie had placed the fucking bug on A-Train, and he had a feeling that the kid may even be in trouble eventually or caught, but in the case of this, cops would not get there in time.

Fucking hell…

Billy then witnessed one of the most ridiculous things he had ever seen, nearly dropping his lighter in what he was currently witnessing.

A hooded and masked cunt stood there and the men who were approaching the woman with their weapons, turned and shouted at him. What then made Billy nearly choke on his own spit at the next instance, the disguised guy simply vanished into a blur of crackling energy, and then before he could even register it, all the men were on the floor groaning. Billy only blinked for a second before they were all on the ground. Even the woman, their victim, stepped back in shock.

Billy already knew what it was as when the figure came back into view slowing down, he could still see flickers and bolts of energy off of him.

Of course its the only fucking explanation. Billy peered behind the wall, watching as the woman, who approached the figure, Butcher could wager a guess that the cunt was about late teens, as he could see that whoever the fuck they were, had golden eyes and flecks of grey-white hair from their hoodie.

Just after however, he turned around and vanished, leaving the woman confused and bewildered at his disappearance, and Billy's mind was already swirling with implications and thoughts.

Another fucking Supe!

Chasing him or whoever the hell he was would be impossible at this point. A part of Billy felt surprised that this cunt didn't even stay to take the woman to the news station or soak in the praise. He only gave a woman a once over, saw what appeared to be relief in his eyes, and then vanished immediately after.

Billy wouldn't have even thought it was that speeding cunt, A-Train. He never produced bolts as he sprinted. It was someone fucking new. But Vought did not allow those unknown to be within out of whatever was in their databases.

Billy didn't have time to ponder. The discovery of another fucking Supe was superceded by the fact that he was certain Hughie was in trouble. The bug, for one, knew that it was no longer at Vought. One of those fucking cunts must've discovered it, as he hopped into car and thrusted it into engine.

Even then, he could not keep his mind off of what he had just seen. But one thing was certain.

If this new guy was another cunt licking fucker for Vought, then it didn't matter. He would be taken down, like the rest of them, all the same, one by one at a time until it was only "America's Greatest" Homelander himself.

Caelus returned home after making certain that no one was around. He only desired quickly as possible to perform patrols, working small muggings, attempted rape, or small levels of crimes that not even the Seven would remotely care or notice, or otherwise, handled by the police and law enforcement.

It was how he and his sister functioned, for they knew there was no other option lest Vought show up on their doorsteps.

When he returned, Stelle was waiting, her arms wrapped around him. "Two hours?" She inquired with a raised brow. "Nobody saw you right?"

Caelus shrugged in response. "It wasn't that long. Of course I was careful." He interjected with a smile, returning the hug.

Stelle simply sighed in response, nodding her head. Releasing the hug, she spoke as she set up the dirty mattresses. "I'm going tomorrow. And don't bother trying to convince me otherwise. We switch days a week, remember?"

Caelus nodded as both settled in for the night ahead. He thought over their daily routine until it became common for them.

Run and move from city to city. That was all they can do.

That was all they could do.