Chapter 5-6

April 15th 2011

Camden, New Jersey.

Georgia rolled up to a bar in a chrome-plated Pontiac Aztek.

The Ship girl was Halfway back to the bay and decided to stop for a bite to eat. Though the Bar having boards on some of its windows was a little bit of a surprise it probably didn't diminish the food.

Georgia sat down next to a man who was already a little intoxicated.

"I'm Just saying Capes don't belong in the army."

The bartender nods.

"Isn't BB-70 or whatever in the navy?" Georgia asks

"... That's actually a good point. The capes and their eccentricities would probably fit right in with the navy. " The Bartender voices, placing a menu down in front of Georgia.

Georgia glances at the menu.

"Are you also here to see USS New Jersey?" The drunk patron says

"Nah, I've visited the black dragon before. Ryan is rather accommodating." Georgia says

"Yes, but have yous seen her recently? That is America's ass." The drunk man says taking another gulp of beer.

Georgia glances at the clock to see it say 1:30 before looking back at the drunk man.

"Let's get back to the other topic rather than sexually harass the 58,000-ton battleship." The barman says

"That's probably a good idea. She can get a little trigger-happy sometimes." Georgia says

"Oh yeah like when?" The drunk man says

"When she sank an Island off of Vietnam," Georgia says flatly

"What's your opinion on capes and the armed forces?" The Bartender asks

"Personally I think that if the PRT didn't drop the ball so hard this wouldn't have ever been an issue," Georgia says

"Here here!" The Drunk patron says cheering with an empty glass.

The Barman nods. "I wanna say it sets a bad precedent but the Soviets and the Chinese openly break that treaty anyways."

"Are you saying the Navy can't have a battleship?" Georgia asks

"It goes against the NATO charter."

"That's only if they are a cape. What if BB-70 could prove they are not one I mean are all the ship spirits we see around now capes?" Georgia asks

"Give it a few days, PRT is probably going to give them a case file and call them all capes." The barman says

"Do you think anyone is going to listen to the PRT anymore? I mean, just look at the number of "heroes" heading to the birdcage." Georgia says

"Qualified immunity." The drunk patron says

"That would lead to fighting in the streets. There would be riots." Georgia says

The barman shrugs his shoulders.

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Taylor was sitting on a cot at the impromptu medical tent.

"Seems to be shell shock," Bay says looking at her shorter counterpart.

"That would make sense, however, I believe the little destroyer that could is tougher than that." Warspite says

"I'm a ship girl? And a Parahuman?" Taylor says aloud confused.

"What did you mean by you had a theory Dad?" Taylor asks

Danny sits next to his daughter on the cot.

"Your mother and I really wanted a child. We tried for years and years. Your mother Annette loved naval history, I mean she was both the language arts and history professor at Brockton Bay Community College. Her father served aboard the USS Taylor during Korea and wanted to name our first child after the ship.

When the destroyer was cannibalized for parts in 1971 your mom bought as many of the parts as she could.

A week later we got news from the paternity doctor. Annette was incapable of having children, she cried for days and buried herself into her research on her father's ship.

Then one morning I woke up to a baby crying downstairs." Danny admits

"That was me?" Taylor asks

"Annette had gotten drunk the night before and was working on what she called her shrine. With how distraught she was, I let her do what she wanted and funded her projects. She was working on something she called the shrine. I came down to the kitchen that morning and the shrine was gone, just scraps left. Instead in a basket was a baby girl, when Annette was ecstatic once her hangover had cleared. We had a beautiful little daughter which we named Taylor." Danny says finishing his tale.

"Danny, Fletcher says the mayor is here," Taylor says emotionlessly

"I don't think I should leave you alone. Are you okay?" Danny asks nervously.

"She needs time to think, Mr. Hebert, I'll watch her for you," Warspite says

"Are you certain that you are okay, Taylor?" Danny asks

Taylor nods her head robotically.

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Roy Christner was down at the docks in Danny Herbert's office.

He had gotten a call from the police department when they discovered his sister and her husband unconscious in the home.

The PRT should've been watching the house, they should've been safe. His niece shouldn't have had to run across town barefoot. Overusing her powers to get to safety, literally playing the odds.

The office door opens as the boss of the docks walks in.

"I want to personally thank your daughter for publicly outing herself to save my niece." Roy says

"I thought Georgia warned you that she had caught the attention of someone dangerous." Danny says sitting at his desk.

"How did you know that?" Roy asks

"Georgia likes to release a report, daily of all the major things she did for the day." Danny says

"Makes sense with her crazy schedule," Roy admits.

"You haven't seen half of it." Danny says jokingly.

"Is she aware of what happened?" Roy asks

"She is, she's on her way up from Camden. Her head is probably already drawing up battle plans and tactics to retaliate with. She knows the one responsible, and she knows where his base is." Danny says

"Who is it?" Roy asks

"Coil, the man is extremely difficult to pin down, his mercenaries either end up dead or slip through by the narrowest of margins," Danny says

"My Sister and Brother in law are in a medically induced coma. I want him brought to Brockton Bay's justice." Roy states

"Those are fighting words. And I like them." Danny says with a smile.

"The BBPD is behind you, and My office won't let this rest." Roy says

Danny reaches down and places a large binder on the table with a thud.

"This is going to be a long conversation then." Danny says with a smile

The binder's title is The Life and Lies of Thomas Calvert.

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Georgia was driving north on the highway wishing she had gotten a faster car.

The three-wheeled thing ran like it had a lawn mower or weed wacker engine in it.

"I miss the Pontiac already. A reliant robin would be faster than this joke of a car." Georgia says aloud.