Your Everyday Brockton Bay Morning.

Taylor was on a beach standing in the water. .The sun setting behind her, as the waves broke crashing into her legs. It was that recurring dream where she just stared out, and sometimes something seemed to stare back.

The sunsets, the sky turns dark, and the ocean is glowing blood red. With black splotches spreading it had the consistency of oil. All it would take was a spark to ignite an ocean of flames.

"You don't need to be afraid of the ocean my little owl."

The air starts to ring after those words were said and Taylor flips around managing to catch a glimpse of her mother's face.

March 14th, 2011

6:00 Am

The ringing of a classic alarm clock is going off. Until a small squad of insects crawls into the bells deafening the ringing. However, it was too late. Taylor was awake.

The teen was wide awake after a dream like that. Though she was slow to start her morning routine, taking time to try and figure out what the dream meant. It may have been a Monday however she had not been to school in just under a month. She hadn't gone since the Union Lawyer filed a lawsuit against the windslow.

The clinking of cereal hitting the interior of an empty glass bowl is heard as she prepares her breakfast. A thought has a small bug flick on the TV as the old CRT box lit up the kitchen.

Commercials played for a bit as Taylor poured herself some milk.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lO3cDd4Yquw

"This just in a reporter on the ground Micheal Bay has gotten confirmation that yes the PRT did commit an illegal operation on American soil last night. Let's cut to Michael for more."

"Thanks, Paola, I am standing here just outside the DWU headquarters where last night a rogue commander of the PRT decided to conduct a raid against the cape everyone knows as BB-70."

The reporter says ignoring the helicopter that is burning in the background.

The sun hadn't even risen yet, as flames flickering lit the road.

Taylor pauses her jaw wide open with a spoon in front of her face as she just stares at the tv as the camera pans across the battlefield.

"What the fuck did they do?"

"That's right folks Emily Piggot was found tied up in her office this morning having been kidnapped while James Tagg did a hostile takeover of the local protectorate. However, that appears to just be the start of this rabbit hole. Several rogue members of the East North East are dead having decided to challenge a battleship to a gunfight. Though from what this reporter has heard Tagg survived and is likely to face trial."

"You know Micheal, this reminds me of the time when the KGB fought Soviet Hero Stalingrad." Paola

"Yes, the crazy tinker that was claiming to be a ship… Actually, considering the circumstances she may not be as crazy as we thought." Micheal says coming to a revelation.

Stalingrad was a tinker cape that specialized in miniaturizing naval weaponry. She also had a slight mover and brute rating able to move on top of water and tank conventional arms fire… At this rate, it is likely that ship girls would get the rumored case number with how common they are becoming. Though it would likely be a year or so before it leaked out. The PRT leak information like a sieve however the gangs that get the info tend not to spread it especially if it would give people hope.

Not like Taylor had to worry too much about it.

Piggot

Emily had managed to fake her own kidnapping. She wasn't getting saddled with the idiot's actions. He was given just enough rope to hang himself and he somehow managed to hang an army field office along with a portion of the PRT ENE.

If it wasn't for the M/S protocol that activated as soon as Piggot was found tied up in her office it was likely that Armsmaster would've gone along with the ill-fated plan.

The hero was truly a glory hound. Did he honestly think he could win against a force of nature?

"Colin you fucking idiot…" Piggot mutters looking at the protectorate leaders sign off on the form to attack Georgia.

Piggot was about to call and berate the tinker when there is a knock on the door.

"Ma'am… ONI are here, they are not happy."

"Let them in. Our men went crazy and attacked a port facility which was about to receive a nuclear aircraft carrier. What makes you think they would be happy?" Piggot asks

"Is there a chance we could blame this on the bucket? I mean Seargent Stanely was a victim of it?"

"That would help deflect the blame, however, I don't see it completely covering our asses," Piggot says

"It could be a long-term master effect like a certain endbringer."

"That would work if it wasn't the navy. We all know ONI employs parahumans as much as they claim they don't. I know for certain that one-twentieth of the think tank is on a navy payroll." Piggot says.

"Ma'am we are getting casualty reports in." An officer announces.

"How many?" Piggot asks

"Too many" The officer replies handing her a printout.

"Dumas died? Someone find his friend, tell her to call his parents." Piggot says

"Reardé ma'am? Are you sure that's a good idea? She's talented but a bit out there." the officer asks

"Send her in, I'll talk with her," Piggot says

With the mess of, the docks she'd completely forgotten about a specific ward.