[Sister Sage meets a conspiracy theorist Supe named Firecracker at a TruthCon convention]
Do you actually believe all of this? Or is it just bullshit smeared on top of a personal vendetta?
Ain't you a little mouthy one.
Appreciate the subtextual racism there, but I'm a Supe. Sister Sage. I work with Homelander.
Bullshit. [Sage shows her the selfie she took with Homelander] Goddamn! Is he here?!
Of course not. He wouldn't be caught dead with these ringworm-infested cousin fuckers. Though there's a chance you could meet him. First, I wanna see your powers though.
[Firecracker snaps her fingers, causing small sparks to fly from her fingertips]
Wow, that is... lackluster.
I'm… strong too, though.
Look, what's important is… what are you selling?
[Butcher and M.M. are revealed to be eavesdropping on them from a distance]
I'm here to share the truth and nothing but.
What are you selling?
Did I stutter? [pause; scoffs when Sage is about to leave] Purpose. I sell purpose. These people got nothing. Maybe they lost a job or a house or a kid to Oxy. Politicians don't give a shit. Mainstream media tells them to be ashamed of their skin color, so I bring them together, tell them a story, give them a purpose. Which would you rather believe? That you belong to a community of warriors battling a secret evil, or that you're a lonely, inconsequential nobody that no one will ever remember?
[chuckles] Deep's Blue Sea Room. 9:00 p.m.
[Butcher and M.M. remove their earpieces and walk off once Sage is out of sight]
Sage has got no powers, right?
Besides her brains? Nope.
So, why all the sneakin' around shite? Let's just grab her, work her over and rumble what we need.
Hey. This is surveillance only, okay?
Alright, you sit tight and watch me do your job.
Alright, enough.
[M.M. grabs Butcher by the neck and drags him outside]
Get your fuckin' hands off me!
Just go home, alright?
Or what? We have a Barney?! Well, come on, then! Have a go!
Butcher, for fuck's sake.
You've been gaggin' for it. Ever since Soldier Boy. Ten pounds of C4 with an inch fuse pokin' out your arse, you are! Well, c'mon, then! Have at it, son!
'Cause that's the only way you feel any regret, is to get it beaten into you.
You're a shit skipper, you are. Hughie's fucked off, Kimiko's hammered. We've been here for hours and still know fuck all! You're gonna get this bloody lot killed. You can't eat, you can't sleep, and you ain't willin' to do what it takes to run this mob 'cause you ain't got the bollocks, son.
Nice try, Butcher. But it ain't gonna work.
Yeah, ain't that what your wife said?
[M.M. punches Butcher in the face. Butcher just smiles and allows M.M. to continue punching him until he falls to the ground.]
All that bullshit you pulled, and the mess you always leave behind for me to clean up. You know why I kept coming back? 'Cause I thought maybe this time, it'll be a little different. All the fucking shit we've been through together, man. I thought maybe this time, maybe you and I could just… just be fucking brothers again! [pause] Just go home, man.
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