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.
Crawler, meanwhile, has continued finding an elsewhere to be.
Follow follow. "They must be, if the guy whose power is having knives has lived this long, but I managed one and that just doesn't seem like a full day's work."
Crawler goes to ground. Literally, in fact; he's somewhere halfway between a cave and a hole. He's hiding, not lurking, but at least the annoying cape has no way of knowing where he is.
Cam decides that as long as Crawler is hiding in a way that doesn't involve killing anybody he doesn't know how to improve on this situation right now. "Crawler found a hole in the ground and doesn't seem to be going anywhere or meeting anybody. Where are your people?"
Two capes fly down until they're level with Cam. "You're the one who found Crawler?"
"Yup." Cam hands them a thing. "Face recognition drones and Crawler's trackers and more immediately relevant trackers I make will report to this, you want spares?"
We're spread pretty thin, but there are more on the way.
When Crawler starts moving again, do you think you could hold him still for a clear shot?"
"I can immobilize him for a few seconds at a time, but I'm not sure your shots will do any better than mine. Do you have a reasonable testing ground for me to make a mindless copy of him to shoot at?"
"I'll show you a space," the other one says. "And you can copy tinker tech, right?"
"Yes I can. And the mindless one I can launch into space if it's awkward to have around, it won't wiggle out of a ship."
She starts leading the way toward a reasonable testing ground.
Flap flap.
"Here we go. Mind, even if this does work it might get vetoed. If the real Crawler probably can't be held still long enough, or something."
"Real Crawler can be held still for several seconds but mostly under layers of stuff." Cam makes a basement dweller Crawler.
One of the capes, a Ward, points what looks like a staff topped with a crescent at the mindless lump of monster. There is a whoomph and the air shimmers as a wave radiates toward the Crawler. It eats through the armor and into the body, but over the next few seconds it becomes ineffective and the vaporized pieces grow back. "Grand. Not fast enough. Who's next?"
Cam tries interpolating the basement dweller Crawler with water at as fine a resolution as he can manage without a microscope.
Suddenly all the tissues in the Crawler copy are not quite adjacent to whatever they're meant to be connected to. The body sags downward, but then the regeneration kicks in.
Remember I said a lot of tinkers have firepower stored away for emergencies? I talked to the Director, he talked to the other Directors, and now I've got a list."
There's a list. The tinkers, what they've come up with that might work on Crawler, what kind of a weapon it is, and how to use it for the things that are more complicated than point and shoot. The really complicated things got left off, regardless of how effective they might be. Past a certain point it'd be unsafe for anyone else to use it.
Thus armed, the capes and their PRT backup form a firing squad. "Anything else you wanted to try?"
"Try that first. That sounds like if it works it might work completely, and it's easier to get you a clear shot than to get everyone a clear shot."