There are
several people waiting on the helipad on top of Defender Tower when we arrive. Amongst
them is my aunt, Britannia and Green Knight, but also several other government
employees who lack powers.
As I land, I
recognise one of them as Director Breanne Dean, the person officially in charge
of the Albion Defenders after a recent promotion from liaison.
I can’t help,
but notice the Albion Defenders have been going through lots of changes after
being the Albion Protectors for last two decades with no major changes for
several years.
I start to
wonder about what could be going on before stopping myself from following that
line of thought. There is being properly prepared for the unexpected and then
there’s just plain, old paranoia.
Even if there
was a nefarious purpose behind all these changes, I know the people who make up
the Albion Defenders. They’re heroes and a good amount of them are descended
from League members. If someone tried to order them to do something morally
questionable, I can only think of a single Defender who might go along with it.
“Hello,” I say
as I land, “I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome.”
“It isn’t
often we get a big name show up,” replies Director Dean with a smile.
It takes me a
moment to process that. Me. A big name.
I do have to
admit she has a point that while I personally might not be considered a big
name, the Sentinel persona is, regardless of who is currently holding it.
Still, the majority of it comes from my grandfather’s actions and the most that
I done is simply uphold what he was already doing.
I shrug in
response.
“I’m just here
to use Warden’s lab to study the Machine,” I say in what I hope is a casual
tone.
“Any
particular reason you chosen to do it here instead of your own base?” demands
another employee, an self-important looking man in a suit.
“Ever heard of
the Trojan Horse?” I inquire polite.
I notice a few
back straightening and the atmosphere getting tense. It seems some of the
people out here have heard of it and know what I mean.
The man in the
suit frowns, but before he can open his mouth again, Aunt Mary starts speaking.
“What the
Sentinel is saying Mr Boyce,” says Aunt Mary, her armour’s voice changer making
her sound much more impressive than without it, “Is that if the Machine turned
out to be secretly still active and got loose in the League of Heroes
headquarters, it would be a disaster. There are a lot of important devices and
sensitive data down there.”
“Warden is
correct,” Britannia agrees, backing up her teammate, “While it would be bad to
have it get loose here, it would be much, much worse if that happened in the
League’s base.”
“Then why are
such things kept down there-,” starts the man, Mr Boyce, but Aunt Mary cuts him
off again.
“Because the
League is independent of our government and works with it, not for it,”
says Aunt Mary, “And besides, the base is one of the most secure and safest
places on the planet. I doubt even the Barbarian or the Cape could break into
the base. Not even Black Storm was able to breach. In fact, only twice has the
League of Heroes base been breached, once during the Sektain Invasion and the
other time by the Transcendency.”
Mr Boyce
attempts to speak again, but once more is stopped by someone else.
“That is
beside the point and irrelevant Mr Boyce and if you wish further discussion on
the matter, I will be happy to oblige you later,” says Director Dean, “But we
need to focus on the matters at hand. I assume that you and Warden will be going
down to her lab with the Machine’s remains Sentinel?”
“That would be
correct,” I answer.
“Then I would
like to request a meeting with Narszara,” continues Director Dean, “Especially
considering recent and public events.”
I glance over
my shoulder at Narszara and she nods.
“Sure,” I say,
“I’m going the lab now.”
I pass the
arms to Aunt Mary before accepting the main body of the Machine from Narszara
and hefting it over my shoulders.
The people on
the helipad make way for the two of us as we head for the lift. We’re the only
two in it as Aunt Mary presses the button.
“You know,” I
say conversationally, “We never really get to work together while in costume
Aunt-,”
“You shouldn’t
finish that sentence,” interrupts Aunt Mary, “We’re...not as secure about
secret identities here. With so many people around, it would only take one to
reveal our secret identities. I never take my armour off here. In fact, a lot
of the employees have mental blocks to stop them from either remembering our
secret identities or from revealing them.”
“Seriously?” I
say and get a solemn nod in reply, “What about the Great Lion?”
“It’s been
enchanted to stop people from remembering the identities of the people in
there,” answers Aunt Mary, “You or the others never notice because we’re immune
to it. Our training and mental defences protect us from the effects of it.”
We’re silent for
a moment before Aunt Mary speaks again.
“It’s one of
the things I missed from the days as Leaguer,” says Aunt Mary.
“You were part
of the League of Heroes?” I say, surprised, “I thought
you were a founding member of the Albion Defenders.”
“The Albion Protectors,”
corrects Aunt Mary, “And yeah, I was a founder. But I was part of the League of
Heroes during its twilight years. I was about your age when dad gave me my
armour and I became his protégée. I had over six years of in the field
experience when the Protectors were formed and was the oldest of the founders.
Never really fit it because of that. I was always the older, experienced member
of another team. That didn’t lessen with time as I kept strong ties with the
League. I supposed I’ve been half-Protector and half-Leaguer. It’s been
becoming more apparent since we became the Defenders and things have been
changing. Come to think of it, I don’t think I was ever taken off the League’s
roster. Ah, this is our floor.”
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