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.
So do we have a deal? I deactivate the plague switch, you stop the Protectorate from killing me?"
"I am not prepared to go to war with the Protectorate over you, but I am willing to offer to attempt to contain you on their behalf."
She slithers upward until she's partially out of the trap, apparently dislocating everything from her shoulders to her lower ribs, but it all settles right back to where it came from. Then she slices herself open with a pocketed scalpel, some ribs move obligingly out of the way, and she has the implant out and the incision sewn up in seconds. There's no blood.
"So, is it safe to shoot her now?" the more opinionated Protectorate voices wonder.
"Completely," the absolutely trustworthy serial killer answers.
"Can someone who has been paying attention please report in to the Protectorate authorities."
"Already done. As much as we'd collectively rather try her here, Chief Director Costa-Brown says otherwise. You can take responsibility for Bonesaw if you insist. In exchange she'd like to ask for whatever lists of parahumans they keep in the Thanda, Yangban, Dno, and Red Gauntlet, as well as a pile of less weaponized tinker tech than what you copied for Crawler."
Either way, enjoy having a captive member of the Slaughterhouse Nine. Any preferences on what we do with Crawler?"
"...Actually, he might stay conscious and then float there for hundreds of years. Seems like overkill and I don't think he's going anywhere as-is."
The only risk is that he's trapped in the same material that people the world over are trying to destroy. Without success, unfortunately, but he might be possible to rescue eventually."
"If someone manages it and then decides they want to rescue Crawler I will drop a Hatchet Face brain on him."
"It's not a likely scenario. And that's a thing you can do now, isn't it. Welcome to being every cape's worst fear."
Cam summons his spaceship.
When the spaceship arrives: "Into the ship with you, Riley."
"Out of curiosity, would it actually be possible for you to perform a brain transplant on yourself? I wasn't expecting you to be able to wriggle out of your encasement," Cam remarks as they ascend. "I might want to make you a vessel with no surprises. You could keep the pain thing."
"I haven't done anything like that to myself before, but probably. I'm good at that kind of thing."
"The immunity to everything, the immortality, the stuff to keep my hands perfectly stable, the vision upgrades... there's a lot."