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    Cutscene: PRT (or Emily Piggot and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day)


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    Sir Prodigy (White Knight)'' writ large across it, and below, in smaller font,''Mystery Cape; Potential Ward? Independent Hero?''


    What can I say except..." He paused mid-sentence as he affixed his gaze directly on the camera closest to him, playful expression still unchanged. The blue eyes behind the helm seemed to run through a gamut of emotions, exhaustion primarily, before he finally concluded with, "...You''re welcome. Honestly, you''re welcome. I don''t know what else I can say, really. I''ve done a lot since yesterday. And I''m extremely beat and I could use all the sleep but I''m glad I was able to do what I could and help where I was needed. So, again, all I can say is, well... G''night, Brockton Bay!"


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    who, have spent all day discussingwhat, fully understand as towhere, am entirely cognizant as towhen, and finally, have no interest whatsoever as towhy."


    how?"


    footage. Footage proving that the Protectorate of Brockton Bay and the PRT ENE can''t even keep up with a literal child in ramshackle armor. I can barely believe it myself as it is so..." Taking in another breath, she stared at the entirety of the Brockton Bay Protectorate and continued, voice slightly strained as she spoke. "Again, I have to ask how... How could you simply let this happen?"


    Some more than others,she noted as her gaze flicked over to the haggard-looking Triumph.


    Since none of your subordinates seem to possess the balls to do so,remained unsaid as Piggot impatiently rapped the marble tabletop with her pen. Or don''t want to come up with excuses for being found inadequate while they''re bleary-eyed and exhausted.


    [Multi-Trigger]note has been added to his file – the combination of which made him an effective counter to Lung''s own parahuman powers. In terms of Threat Ratings for response, I have settled upon giving Prodigy a tentative mid-level Hurdle/Run/Takeoff combination-category Mover rating of 4 along with a mid-level, composite Brute rating built from twin categories; Field and R-"


    Good.Piggot knew better than to blame him for the situation on everyone''s mind, but that didn''t mean she wasn''t fine with letting him stew in his own misguided sense of guilt. It was a rare cape, in her view, that had enough self-awareness to realize their missteps – imagined or not – and she''d be an idiot to weaken that by convincing them they did nothing wrong.


    Two?Even better.


    stupidbalancing act. It couldn''t go on forever, Piggot knew that much, and it was all she could do to keep it in one piece for as long as possible. Lately, it was far too often that Emily found herself wondering if she had made the right choice in accepting a position as thankless and problematic as this one.''Things will fall apart, though,''a firm scowl worked itself onto her face at the thought,''and who are they gonna blame when it eventually does?''


    problemthat was uncovered within our Wards...


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    veryuseful.


    Locker Incident."


    entirelyjustified, her reaction was understandable and, given what we now know, not unexpected. Naturally, we have made it clear to her that, as a new Ward faced with the cause of her trigger, she will face no repercussions. You, on the other hand..." He raised his gaze slightly, frown now clear on his face as Sophia glared back at him with a look that bordered on murderous.


    of course she fuckin'' did.Her mom had basically given her over to the PRT to keep the authorities from throwing her in juvie when she was finally caught by the self-righteous, parahuman clowns and the teenage girl knew for a fact that not a fucking one of them would say shit in her defense if Hebert gave them her whole sob-story. People were egocentric, blind morons that way, slaves to the lies they tell themselves about how the world works because they''re too weak to handle the truth.This isn''t fuckin'' fair, she fumed to herself, eyes stinging as she fought the urge to scream again.I did everything they wanted. I danced for the fucking cameras. I went to the fucking Behemoth fight. I played nice with those shitheads on my team. This isn''t fuckin'' fair!


    You can''t do-" She found her voice again, long enough to growl out those three syllables, only for the man standing across from her to interject.