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 The commissioner of this little piece decided that it would be fine to allow this out into the wild! Just to get it socialized before we let it go completely! This chapter is a reaction chapter. Heavy innuendos, light on the sexing. The sex is next chapter, possibly with another girl added!

Have fun!

“Hey, Dad.  I’m going out for a walk.” Taylor started hesitantly as she started to slip on and lace up one of her rather beat up shoes. One of the few she still had after Sibby (Holy fuck was that weird) had admitted that she might have destroyed the rest in a playful fit by accident while Danny had been unconscious the first time around. It had been a while. “Because of...reasons.”

She’d sounded very sorry about it...and, from what Danny understood, the woman had some serious impulse control issues...which was why he tried to be understanding about it. Partly. The rest, a good 80 to 85 percent of his ‘understanding’ was him realizing that, tire iron at the back of his car or not, he wasn’t going to be able to do much if the Siberian decided she didn’t much like his tone.

He wasn’t sure just how far his daughter’s control over the woman extended...but he wasn’t going to test it. A week’s worth of dying animal noises coming out of his daughter’s room that ended up with the striped cape walking like she’d been hit by a car or not, the Siberian was famous for being...mercurial at the best of times...and he only had the one pair of shoes left to lose.

Seriously. He wasn’t made out of money.

“... Yeah?” Danny asked, his smile brittle as he watched his daughter, his no longer virginal daughter, shoo off the full grown woman that had decided to try and wind around her legs. To trip her up, all while going for a couple of ‘stealthy’, loving cheek rubs against the teenager’s crotch. “Where to? And what reasons?”

Danny had thought he’d known what awkward was once. Long ago, the first time he’d ever met Annette’s parents and he’d found himself as a fish out of water. A blue collar worker in a white collar household that were Mets fans, one and all.

He knew better now. Much, much better.

“Sibby is getting…” Taylor trailed off in favor of pushing at the Siberian’s head again when she tried getting frisky. “She’s got cabin fever, dad. She’s bored.”

A chill ran down Daniel’s spine.

“The sex is wonderful.” The woman piped up in one of her rare moments where speech was her go to when it came to communicating outside of purrs and random destruction of the backyard and its wildlife. “But it isn’t everything. It isn’t the taste of blood on my lips or the screams of my enemies.” Then, she frowned. “Taylor isn’t exactly an acceptable target.”

“And I thank you for that.” Danny said seriously as he pretended not to notice how she was eying him like a particularly juicy mouse. Thankfully, Taylor didn’t and she made sure to express her displeasure with a frown that had the striped woman cowering in place. “But would it kill you to put on a shirt or something? Underwear at the least?”

“It might.” Sibby replied, sounding just as serious as Danny had when she’d admitted that Taylor wasn’t a possible target of her impulses...besides the obvious ones. The ones that left Danny feeling unsure as to whether he should congratulate Taylor or get out the shovel. He was conflicted. “I’m not willing to risk it. Especially not with how much I’m wearing as is.”

“... You’re just wearing a collar.”

“Exactly!” She threw her hands up into the air and held them that way, almost presenting her inhumanly perky breasts to the man until a blushing Taylor hooked a couple of fingers into that collar of hers and started to pull her towards the door and the lesser of two great evils. Danny just shook out his newspaper and continued to pretend this was normal. “It’s got a bell on it! A bell! How am I supposed to stalk my prey if they can hear me coming before they even see me?”

“I have no idea,” Danny murmured, “but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Well, yeah! Of course I will! That’s not the point though!”

“Alright!” Taylor called back shrilly as she forced the door open, a week of sex obviously not nearly enough to deal with her issues (of which there were many, and Daniel had no idea what to do with besides try and be there for her) as she fidgeted at the doorway and adjusted her cargo pants. Hopefully, she hadn’t forgot to tape herself to her thigh before she left. Surprisingly, having to do that just so that you could go outside without getting stopped for indecent exposure wasn’t nearly as fun as that sounded. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours, Dad!”

“Have fun, kiddo!” Danny called back, already reaching for the beer before she even closed the door. Just a couple would do. With the way his life, and his daughter’s life, was going these days...he could be forgiven when it came to some midday inebriation, right?

It was a good thing that he’d already called into work. That was all he could say.

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“Armsmaster!” Hannah loudly called out as her fist pounded against the entrance Colin’s lab, uncaring of the mixed batch of troopers behind her, their fingers tight around their foam sprayers as she did. The time for calm had long left the building. The time for urgency was now. “Armsmaster, open the door!”

This wasn’t something she was used to doing. Somewhat. Sure, she was normally the one assigned to get the man whenever he worked a little more than was healthy. She was normally the one to get him on track when it came to things outside of the lab and patrols, like paperwork and photoshoots...but this wasn’t normally. Not at all.

Brockton Bay was in the middle of a red alert. An A-class, just shy of an S-class cape was in town. A cape that the PRT and the Protectorate didn’t exactly have a good history with. They needed all hands on deck and Colin wasn’t there. He wasn’t around to stand at the forefront. To make the plans and present some new technological marvel that he believed would fix everything from the common cold to the Endbringers, whether it was true or not.

To say that was something, him hiding away whenever something big came up, she meant, that Colin just didn’t do was an understatement. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for the cameras in his lab that showed he was still moving, she’d have been wondering if he was even still alive.

“COLIN!” Hannah yelled again while her power cycled through several different options before settling on an M4 Carbine with a shotgun attachment, loaded with the closest thing to Anti-Tinker breaching rounds that she had. Desperate measures but, at this point, that was the only thing she could think of doing after over two hours of being ignored in favor of whatever it was he was doing...before the door finally slid open without fanfire, seemingly in direct response to her cocking her gun.

She wouldn’t have been surprised if that was the case.

“Colin,” Hannah started with a warning tone as she walked into the lab, feeling somewhat like a mother duck as the squad ambled in behind her in what was almost a single file line. “If you’re in the middle of calibrating your halberd instead of going to a briefing again, accounting is going to have your ass.”

That had Colin looking up from his helmet, looking as frazzled and disheveled as Hannah had ever seen him...and then he went straight back to work.

Hannah had to admit...now she was scared.

Normally she would have felt sorry for bringing up the Tinker Nuclear Option known as accounting, knowing how much the Leader of the Protectorate valued his work... But right now she didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t give a fuck. No one gave a fuck. Everyone was on edge, and they were scrambling everyone for this. Even undercover officers and injured personnel. 

She’d even seen one officer, a perpetual desk jockey named Bob that was just barely passing the basic fitness tests wheel into work with his equipment in his lap.

“Colin!” She shouted again as she walked deeper into the depths of the barely lit room, avoiding boxes of scraps like they were landmines… Which they might very well be, considering Colin’s fastidious nature. It was yet another thing that he didn’t do. All of...this. Yet another sign of instability, an underlay to the atmosphere of the worst sort of Tinkering in progress and a single, solitary spot of light in the darkness.

This wasn’t what she thought of when she thought of Colin. This was the sort of scene she expected in one of Squealer’s garages, sounds and all. The sound of a drunken mechanic trying to get a transmission out. The sound of metal on metal and the breaking of things that were worth more than everyone one person in this room made in a year...and all to the sight of Armsmaster, covered in grease and clad only in a pair of his own brand of boxers as he fiddled with his helmet.

“Jesus. Armsmaster’s snapped,” One of the troopers behind her whispered, “Johnson won the pot.”

Hannah’s left eye made a minute, annoyed twitch. Mostly because, quite frankly, this wasn’t the time...with the rest of it because she’d put fifty dollars into that pot and she’d never be seeing them again.

“Psst. Hey. Over here.”

Hannah slowly looked over to a nearby corner. One that happened to be away from Colin who, at the moment, seemed more crazed than not so that she could look at a slightly damaged monitor.

“Found me.” Dragon nodded. Sighed. Made the room just that little bit worse, thanks to the hairline crack on the screen and the unidentifiable red liquid around it. “And I’m glad you’re here. Colin hasn’t taken the news well...”

“What news?” Hannah asked quietly from under her breath, her voice almost lost under Colin’s sudden cursing when something sparked. “And what the hell is going on? No one’s seen him in days!”

“You don’t know?”

“All I know is that we don’t have the time for this, Dragon.” 

Dragon got a pained look on her face. Annoyed. Exasperated. “I know. Just understand me when I say that he was already under a lot of stress over...” Dragon paused. “Several projects that we’ve been collaborating on. They haven’t been going as quickly as we hoped they would so, when he tried to relax by looking over some alternative news sites and—

“I need more gold!” Collin called out before, with a sweep of his arm, he cleaned the right half of his desk and threw everything on it to the floor. “NANOTUBES!”

—well...it didn’t work out.”

“Obviously.” Hannah’s most decidingly lethal gun started cycling through several non-lethal options. Five or six before it hit ‘high-powered taser’ and decided that it was good enough. “What did he see that was so bad though?”

“Just give me a moment.” Dragon sighed and gave the other woman a look of sympathy. “And you’ll see it on the screen...brace yourself.”

Hannah, and everyone else but Colin who was now busy trying to do a decent impression of a steam-engine with his mouth, were left absolutely speechless.

“It’s hanging down to her knees.”

Alright. Mostly speechless.