With Stephanie's involvement, investigating the backer behind Pasadena Energy Laboratory went far faster than leaving the Intelligence Department to handle it alone. After all, City of Immortals agents had not yet penetrated Congress. Blackmailing congressmen with compromising information might work once, but doing it too often would only backfire.
Building a small Nuclear Reactor directly inside a private laboratory in the suburbs was inherently quite unreasonable. Yet since it had passed layer after layer of approvals and inspections, it meant some force was capable of ensuring the project proceeded without obstruction. By finding this backer, City of Immortals could learn just how many people that spellbook had implicated, how many had witnessed that supernatural power, and how many had been subtly corrupted by it. Daisy Johnson naturally did not know how urgent the situation was. She thought the worst consequence would be radioactive material leaking, leaving detectable radioactive contamination throughout Los Angeles and endangering the lives of tens of thousands of civilians.
Such incidents were not uncommon. Daisy Johnson had read about cases like this in S.H.I.E.L.D. files.
To stop it, she had no choice but to take bone-healing medication and opioid painkillers again, then try to drive after the Praetorian Guard before the drugs took effect. However, Constantine, riding an antigravity Jet Motorcycle, left her with nothing but an ear-splitting roar before shooting into the sky and vanishing. Daisy Johnson slammed her steering wheel furiously at a red light. Perhaps the medication had begun to work; pain no longer plagued her mind, and she quickly calmed down again before calculating the shortest route.
She was going to Pasadena Energy Laboratory.
Daisy Johnson felt that she would meet the person she wanted to see there, and that every mystery would be unraveled there.
The truth was far more terrifying than