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.
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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.