Cam is watching a new recording of Atriama, tail swishing in the gap in his couch, and doesn't stop to pause the show when he feels a summons go by.
Melting's easy to do en masse. Melt, glass, melt. (He makes a chilly layer of air below him so anything that hits someone beneath will be room temperature.)
Shatterbird considers it worse, at least. She amasses a larger volume of glass, several times the size of either combatant, and throws that at him.
Shatterbird can melt. He can't avoid hitting pedestrians forever like this if anyone's got too much of a broken leg to scurry indoors and she could use killing.
The armor supporting her melts, as does she. And she is unpleasantly on fire. This time she hits the ground.
This was Shatterbird's dramatic entrance; the rest of the Slaughterhouse aren't flying around with brightly colored wings pointing at them.
Cam produces, inspects, and burns the current outfits of the other members so they'll be easier to spot from a distance.
Most of them do wear clothes. But trying to just spot them from the sky is a long shot; they could just be inside anywhere.
No luck there. The Slaughterhouse Nine aren't the type to keep diaries. Their tinkers have written some blueprints for projects, in the fashion of tinkers everywhere, and that's obviously potentially useful. But nothing points to location.
License plate? Scribbled address of a bolthole? What do supervillains eat, if he conjures up Jack Slash's last breakfast does it look like it came out of a Dennys'...? It hardly matters if he has to drop ash and slag with all the glass shards and glass dust everywhere.
If he makes a copy of the Siberian's last meal, it might be possible to check against missing persons reports. None of the others have any obvious clues to geography.
Wildly different results depending on which member, none of them nearby. It might be confounded by the fact that most of them don't sleep.
Ugh. Cam doesn't know if Jack Slash is theatrical enough to come have a look at his own corpse were one to appear, and he doesn't want to sow confusion... Maybe he should just actually call the authorities, claim Shatterbird, ask if they can find anyone else for him. He gets the local Protectorate number, calls them up.
"Deputy Director Owens. Who is this?"
"Cam. The Kyushu guy. I'm in town for unrelated reasons, just killed Shatterbird, can't find the rest."