"...ll I'm saying is I don't see the problem. I did exactly what you guys said!"

Six stepped out first, walking backwards while carrying on his conversation. Armsmaster followed him out, visibly frowning.

"Leaving one person dismembered, and the other comatose for who-knows-how-long is not an acceptable level of force!" He growled.

"Well fine then," Six pouted, "Next time I won't even bother, if this is the response I get for defending myself. In my own home."

Armsmaster let out an annoyed groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Frankly, Six, I don't give a damn about what happens to the Empire 88's thugs." He said flatly as the both of them came to a stop beside a PRT van. "I have a duty, however, to uphold the law, no matter how much I might wish to see the gangs' power broken."

Six hummed appreciatively, standing arms-crossed in the van's shadow.

"Eh, I can admire that. Doesn't mean I don't still think some of those laws are fucking stupid though."

He shrugged.

"It's not like I'm a fucking child or anything; I know the laws exist for a reason, but I also know that when you let the red tape pile up, shit slips through."

The two heroes stood face to face for a moment; locked in a silent battle of will.

"But, y'know, agree to disagree." Six shrugged. "I'm just speaking from experience here."

Armsmaster held his gaze for another moment, but eventually looked away, muttering to himself.

"Be that as it may, that's irrelevant to the situation at the moment. I'll need you to give your official account of events, preferably as soon as possible. If possible, I'd also like to take a few samples of your Stimpacks for further analysis."

"I thought the Followers girl said they were safe." Six tilted his head. "Aside from the whole 'gives you 'Ultra-Cancer' thing, I mean."

"It's not Cancer," Panacea interrupted, shuffling out the front door. "Even if it is sort of similar, you obviously know at least a thing or two about medicine, Six; enough to know the differences, at least. Whatever those Stimpacks do, It's some sort of completely benign, widespread, self-regulating... rapid cell division. Cancer doesn't just kill itself off through genetic damage like that."

-

Huh cool.
But things about to go from bad to worse.

Taylor watched with morbid curiosity as Six finally removed the knife from his hand with a wet 'schlick'.

"Ah well; this's on me anyway," He chuckled, injecting a syringe into his wrist. "I came out here expecting Legion fanatics, not Fiends too doped up to feel all the broken bones. Either way, I'd call today a success!"

Taylor blinked.

"But… Kaiser got away. I get that the point was to…" She suppressed the urge to shudder at the memory, "do... what you did to him, to warn anyone else from doing the same thing, but was it alright to let him go?"

"Eeeh… Nyeh." Six shrugged, shuffling over the front step and sitting down. "Honestly, it might be better in the long term that we let him go. I'd have left him with the PRT if I could, but he's the leader; he can tell all his goons to fuck off, which saves us the trouble of dealing with them later."

Taylor didn't say anything. Kaiser was still on the loose, but if it meant her dad was that much safer…

"Do you think that'll work? You said that they broke rules attacking here, why wouldn't they break them again?"

"Three things." Six held up a finger. "Firstly, as we've proven today, I absolutely could kill him if I wanted to; that means he has a vested interest in not pissing me off, which means telling his lackeys to fuck off." He held up a second finger. "Next, the ones that are smart enough to try something this devious," He swept a hand out, over all the wreckage of the fight across the yard and back at the house, "Are also smart enough to do what they're told. Isn't that right, you loyal attack dog, you~!"

Six kneeled down, cooing into Alabaster's face. Rather than speak, the Empire cape replied by spitting in his face. Six kicked him in the face, shattering his nose once again.

"A-ny-way…" Six groused, wiping off his mask. "As our friend here has just demonstrated, third, the ones that are too stupid to know better also tend to be too stupid to actually have any sort of strategy; they'll just charge us head on from a mile off. Word of advice kid, smart people are predictable. Stupid people are stupidly predictable, as long as you're working on good information."

-

True that.

Though Taylor feels she's way in over her head Nad she is.

At the end of the chapter I just started laughing... maniacally.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Please continue.
If not, thank you for this.

WELP
IT HAPPENED

DAM

BEAT IT !

Uh oh.

Skitter is starting to show up...

He warned them .

*The empire shows up in Sixs house*
Six: So, you have chosen death.

BB is doomed.

I wonder if this will make Coil think about the courier as something else...

I forgot about Fallout stats.
That can count as a superpower if think about it.
I mean, if just putting more points intro strength gaves you the ability to punch deathclaws to death then ...

If she plays it good then Coil will have to deal with the Courier soon.