[Multiverse Role-Playing System]
[Template Unlocking Progress: 13.2%]
[Abilities ▼]
[Destruction Ray: LV2 (9.9%)]
[Superhuman Physique: LV2 (11.6%)]
[Role Points: 672]
Back at his apartment, Ethan Pierce reviewed the gains from his latest outing. The two supers he had dealt with had handed him more than six hundred role points combined. For someone who had to scrape and bleed for every single point, that was practically a windfall.
It had to be said, Blue Eagle—the so-called "body parts wholesaler"—had been unexpectedly generous. Considering how difficult it usually was for Ethan to accumulate role points, the man and his partner had practically donated their lives to the cause. Otherwise, it would have taken Ethan far longer to push his score that high.
With the influx of points, the template progress ticked upward, climbing to 16.5%. Less than four percent remained before the next ability unlock. Just seeing that number made something fierce and hungry stir in his chest.
After taking two days to recover, Ethan resumed his prior operational strategy. He scattered across multiple states, targeting supers quietly abandoned by Vought—those who had fallen out of favor, lost their contracts, or become liabilities. No public announcements. No theatrics. Just efficient elimination.
In a country that prided itself on freedom, people disappeared every day.
Ethan deliberately avoided the more than two hundred contracted heroes still under Vought's official umbrella. For now, that would draw too much attention. Even so, through relentless hunting, the template progress crept up to 19.7%. One more solid push and he would break through.
Elsewhere, The Boys' investigation into A-Train was moving at an unprecedented pace.
Through their surveillance of the clawed vigilante, they uncovered a critical lead. A-Train had approached her seeking something called Compound V. According to her, it dramatically enhanced a supe's abilities. More speed. More power. More edge.
It also came with a cost.
Hughie learned that Robin's death had been tied to A-Train's abuse of Compound V. The drug acted like a stimulant, driving users into dependency. The more they injected, the more they craved. There was no clean exit.
When The Boys realized this, morale surged. If they could prove that The Seven weren't born heroes but chemically engineered addicts, their golden image would shatter overnight.
Then everything went sideways.
After significant effort, they tracked A-Train's stash to a location near a small noodle shop. Hidden storage. Low profile. They searched thoroughly and eventually found it.
And then Frenchie released the monster.
In a concealed underground facility, the team followed clues provided by the clawed woman and discovered a hidden dungeon. Inside a refrigerated container of breast milk, they found a syringe with traces of blue liquid.
Mother's Milk called out to Frenchie when he didn't respond. Turning, he saw Frenchie standing motionless before a massive iron cage.
Inside crouched a disheveled young woman. She looked feral—coiled like a predator forced into confinement. The team had initially ignored her. She was dangerous, and this wasn't a rescue mission.
But Frenchie's expression had changed.
"Don't you think she looks a little pitiful?" he murmured, eyes locked on the girl huddled beneath a steel table.
Mother's Milk stepped closer, voice tight. "We're here for Compound V. We get it and we leave. She looks unstable. This is not a charity drive."
The sight of the girl—locked in iron restraints—brought back memories of another lethal supe who had slaughtered without hesitation. Mother's Milk had no appetite for repeating that nightmare.
"You sound like Butcher," Hughie said softly, glancing at the girl. Compassion flickered in his eyes.
"I'm just a guy trying to survive," Mother's Milk shot back.
The metallic click echoed too late. Frenchie had already unlocked the cage.
Guards stormed in moments later, weapons raised. They froze when they saw the open cell. Panic replaced discipline. They opened fire immediately.
Gunshots tore through the underground chamber.
The girl moved.
She burst from the cage like a hunting cat, charging directly into the hail of bullets. Within seconds, one guard's eyes were gouged out before his neck snapped at an unnatural angle. Another had his abdomen torn open, intestines spilling as she ripped him apart with her bare hands.
The final guard, overwhelmed by terror, turned his gun on himself.
The chaos ended as abruptly as it began. The girl paused, assessing the three men who had locked themselves inside the iron cage for protection. Determining they posed no immediate threat, she vanished into the tunnels.
The dungeon fell silent except for ragged breathing.
Mother's Milk exploded. "You let her go!"
"I thought she was innocent," Frenchie snapped back.
"Innocent? She was locked underground in an iron cage guarded by armed men! Her kills were cleaner than mine!"
"I felt something for her—"
"Yeah? You never follow the plan! Ever!"
"Maybe you should relax a little!"
"Why don't you come over here and try—"
By the time Butcher arrived, Hughie had filled him in, and the shouting match was already spiraling. He stepped between them before fists flew.
Mother's Milk's anger wasn't random. Years ago, when Mallory formed The Boys to investigate The Seven, Frenchie had abandoned a mission targeting Lamplighter. That mistake gave Lamplighter the opening to burn Mallory's grandsons alive.
The team had disbanded after that. Files sealed. Investigations buried.
Mother's Milk had never forgiven him.
"All right," Butcher cut in sharply. "Enough. We find the girl. Vought and the supes are looking for her too. That means she's important. We track her first."
Mother's Milk exhaled slowly. "Maybe we call that European kid. She's strong. We might not be enough."
The image of her tearing through gunfire lingered in his mind.
Butcher considered. "You think we can't handle her?"
"Not without losses."
"Fine. I'll call him."
Ethan was mildly surprised when Butcher reached out. He hadn't expected events to progress this quickly. They had already found the woman known as Kimiko—the so-called Wolf Girl—imprisoned underground.
He knew her background.
She had been taken by a militant organization that wiped out her village, sparing only her and her brother. Both were molded into weapons. Eventually she was smuggled into the United States, where A-Train injected her with Compound V under Homelander's directive, turning her into a living demonstration of "foreign super-terrorism."
Her abilities included accelerated regeneration akin to Wolverine's, paired with raw ferocity.
The timeline aligned. Homelander was distributing Compound V globally to manufacture threats, pressuring the Department of Defense into deeper dependence on Vought. A-Train's personal stash had exposed the operation.
Ethan had known about the scheme but stayed hands-off. Manufactured super-terrorists meant more chaos. More chaos meant more opportunities.
After ending the call, he headed straight to the rendezvous point.
He moved fast, blending seamlessly with the black-clad group within minutes. Based on documents found in the dungeon, Frenchie theorized the girl would surface at a train station.
Without wasting time, they rushed toward the nearest subway hub, questioning passersby along the way, guided by Frenchie's persistent intuition.
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