With every step Neuman took, she gripped the documents in her hand a little tighter.
A few days earlier, she had received an anonymous email.
Although the sender called her a bitch several times in the email, she had kept reading.
Only because the opening had deeply intrigued her.
The sender had exposed her identity outright-Edgar's adopted daughter. They had also revealed the secret of Compound V.
The entire email was fiercely worded, demanding to know why she allowed Homelander and Soldier Boy, the two men who had killed her father, to roam free and control Vought.
The sender had pinpointed her sore spot.
Yes.
Her adoptive father was dead, killed by Homelander and Soldier Boy. She knew that better than anyone.
The reason she had never wanted to seek revenge was that she feared their power.
But the sender had pointed her toward a course of action-finding a way to bring down Vought International. At the very least, she could keep her adoptive father's life's work from falling into someone else's hands. Destroy it!
So Neuman had compiled all the information on Compound V, preparing to hold a hearing to expose the truth. She also planned to take her daughter far away and live under assumed identities before Vought International could react.
Looking up at the House Office Building, Neuman took a deep breath and raised her foot to step inside.
Just then, her ear twitched as she caught a faint, unusual sound. She turned her head like lightning, but she was still far too late.
Her vision blurred, and the scenery around her rapidly dissolved. When her sight cleared, she had already been thrown onto a patch of grass. A pair of red boots greeted her eyes.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Neuman."
The owner of the red boots bent