this is crazy

[from_scratch]

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.

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[from_scratch]

So this might take a while.

Cam produces, inspects, and burns the current outfits of the other members so they'll be easier to spot from a distance.

[wormcan]

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.

[from_scratch]

Still. He flies. Maybe killing one will get their attention? He can hope.

[wormcan]

If so, they don't approach him about it.

[from_scratch]

Any chance they keep written plans?

[wormcan]

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.

[from_scratch]

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.

[wormcan]

The license plate of the last car they used is 528491. More conjuration can show that it was destroyed a while ago.
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.

[from_scratch]

He can't just find "their hideout"... scale model of last place they slept?

[wormcan]

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.

[from_scratch]

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.

[wormcan]

The person on the other end starts out with no preamble, "Are you in immediate danger?"

[from_scratch]

"Transfer me to whoever's coordinating the capes."

[wormcan]

"The Director is in the middle of trying to handle the emergency. Do you have information?"

[from_scratch]

"I just killed Shatterbird and I can't find the others."

[wormcan]

"Transferring you now." The phone makes phone noises for a few seconds before being picked up again.

"Deputy Director Owens. Who is this?"

[from_scratch]

"Cam. The Kyushu guy. I'm in town for unrelated reasons, just killed Shatterbird, can't find the rest."

[wormcan]

"Neither can we. Shatterbird's the only one to have been seen; we know where the blast came from and what direction she was flying when she started, but that's all right now. We're trying to beat the odds on narrowing down their location before they attack again."

[from_scratch]

"Anything useful to do with me in the meanwhile? Key glass objects I can replace for you?"

[wormcan]

"We could use our computers back, but you should try the hospitals. They've got a lot of patients and they lost a lot of equipment."

[from_scratch]

"Call me back when you find any S9?"

[wormcan]

"Definitely. We've got reinforcements coming in, but we'll need all the help we can get."

[from_scratch]

"Okay."

Phone, away. Map of San Francisco: get. Hospital: go. Equipment and blood for transfusions: put.

[wormcan]

Enormous quantities of human blood appearing ex nihilo is the best thing that has happened all day. (Today isn't a very good day.)

[from_scratch]

Cam can be pretty useful in a hospital but this isn't the best kind of hospital for his form of help, because it not from 2157, has no angels, and can't summon demons on a routine basis; diminishing returns hit pretty quickly. He moves on to the next one, checking his phone every few moments for local news and Internet alerts indicating anything.