Chapter 2-5

Emily was not having a good day. Not only had her dialysis machine broken. Her lawyers were in a panic, all the unions in Brockton had black-listed the PRT. Then there was the stack of papers in front of her notifying her of a lawsuit.

"Someone get me Armsmaster. And have Assault restrain shadow stalker. I need to call the chief director," Piggot states blandly.

Several people run out of the office in a panic.

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Georgia meanwhile is driving down the highway to Boston.

"This battlefield's been chosen, tactically in advance

Time to alert our fighters, we're soon in range

Midway

We'll meet at Midway

Naval war

Calling all men to deck, got to be airborne

Head out into the sun, descending on our foes

This is the crucial moment, in the heat of the war

To fly and hit our targets, down in the waves"

The ship girl singing along to sabaton going well over 100mph down the highway isn't to be questioned.

"Far from shore, a pacific war"

That's when the song stops as her phone begins to ring.

"Yello" Georgia says

The red Pontiac is beginning to slow down as city traffic is beginning to pick up.

"Hey! Is this BB-70?" The voice says

"Dragon? How'd you get my number?" Georgia says in a happy customer service voice

"You know-how," Dragon says

"Really? Cause I mean I guess information security on the phone is a bit bad. The only thing I've got going for it is it's unrecognizable OS and software," Georgia says

"It's actually pretty good. Not tinker tech level but good," Dragon says

"Futuristic right? I mean did you see the virtual assistant on there? It could almost fool a Turing test," Georgia says with a smile.

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Armsmaster is in his lab.

"Colin are you sure she's the reason for the lawsuit? I mean the phone tracking is puting her in Boston," Dragon says

"She has to be. I am just worried about how she is getting her information," Colin says

Suddenly there is a knock on the door to the workshop.

"You should probably answer that," Dragon says

Armsmaster presses a button on his desk which opens the blast door.

"Armsmaster the director needs to see you," A PRT worker says, obviously out of breath.

Armsmaster nods before making his way to the director's office.

As he reaches outside the door yelling can be heard.

"No! Absolutely not! I told you I told all of you this would happen! But no! You went over my head!" Piggot is shouting into the phone.

"I don't care! Do it yourself if you think you can do anything! They have us dead to rights!" Piggot shouts before there is the sound of glass shattering.

Armsmaster knocks on the door before walking in. Catching the broken cellphone and the hole in the wall did surprise him.

"So Colin, we have a problem," Piggot says smiling.

It was a rather scary smile.

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A portal suddenly opens in Cauldron headquarters.

"Contessa! I need a path to stop the lawsuit against the PRT!" Rebecca shouts

"Step 1 attempt to kill Georgia Beryl… Step 2… there is no step 2?" Contessa says confused

"What?" Rebecca asks confused

"The path to saving humanity would also stop?" Contessa says unsure of herself.

"I thought your path to victory was?" Rebecca says slightly worried.

"My passenger just seems to be saying, "Is ship yes?"" Contessa says even more confused

"Gate to Georgia Beryl" Rebecca says stepping through the gate.

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Georgia is pulling onto the exit in Boston having made great time.

"Woooaaaahhh! were half way there!" Georgia sings as the Pontiac suddenly hit something before rolling over it and continuing down the off-ramp.

"Woah? What was that? I mean did they put a speed bump in the middle of the highway. I'm not in Rhode Island so it shouldn't have been a large pothole?" Georgia says confused continuing on anyways.

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She makes it a few more miles before the Pontiac dies from damage taken in by the "speed bump".

"Okay? Maybe it wasn't a speed bump." Georgia says looking at the check engine and low oil light on the dash.

Georgia gets out to go check the damage on the car. Or that's what she would be doing if a speeding white van didn't hit her going 60.

Onlookers got to watch in wonder as the van sideswiped the Pontiac before wrapping around the couple thousand-ton battleship.

"Ow! You bitch that stung." Georgia says out loud.

In truth, it didn't but throwing around false positives to confuse thinkers was a fun pastime.

The driver and passenger of the van were unconscious wearing ski masks. The airbags had deployed and the van was a total loss.

"Did these kids just rob a bank or something?" Georgia asks sliding open the side door.

Strewn across the floor were bits and pieces of electronics, scrap metal, and the armored stern plate of the USS Enterprise.

"Wow… well that's one less stop I have to make. You really aren't enjoying retirement are you?" Georgia asks aloud rhetorically.

"No, no I'm not." Says a voice

Georgia turns around upon hearing that voice.