The tension at the White House had not spread elsewhere. Only the handful of Secret Service guards directly involved knew about it.
Vought International Tower was even more peaceful, at least on the surface.
Soldier Boy tossed his phone onto the table and muttered resentfully, "Hell, these scammers even dared to target Homelander. They've got some nerve."
"Sir, what are you talking about?" Starlight asked curiously.
Soldier Boy shook his head to indicate it was nothing important and craned his neck to look outside. The sunlight was just right.
Clapping his hands, Soldier Boy comfortably lit a cigar and said, "That covers most of the big stuff. Homelander should have some other assignments for you later. Wait until he gets back."
His lazy tone rubbed off on everyone, as though the decision that might have made them all stake their lives had never happened.
Queen Maeve leaned toward Starlight curiously and took her hand. "Oh, is this a custom bracelet the publicity department made to match your style?"
With a friendly smile, Starlight took off the bracelet. "No, Stormfront gave it to me. She said she hoped wearing it would help me always hold on to my original resolve to tear through the darkness."
"Tear through the darkness?" Queen Maeve looked thoughtful. "That's a lovely sentiment. Superheroes need that kind of spirit."
Starlight nodded in agreement. "Do you like it? I can ask her where she bought it. She's a very kind, loving woman."
A-Train rolled his eyes several times, speechless. Kind? Loving? What the hell did either word have to do with that bitch?
And tearing through the fucking darkness? That didn't sound like anything good. It was definitely aimed at him.
No one felt Stormfront's extreme Nazi ideology more keenly than A-Train. He could sense the malice brimming