I'm a Homelander

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The flight didn't last long, only a dozen minutes. However, I was left without clothes that could not withstand the strain. My shirt ripped very easily, as did my trousers, but that didn't bother me. I flew into my apartment at a more acceptable speed, though almost naked.

It didn't take long to change into my suit, and then the flight to New Jersey. All in all, it took about twenty minutes, during which time I reached an empty beach. What followed was a smooth landing in front of whoever had called me and an inspection of the area for anything suspicious. And nothing was suspicious except the suitcase that was lying on the sand. Namely the fact that I couldn't see through it.

- What's in the suitcase, Deep? - I asked the bloke who was sitting on the sand and hadn't noticed my appearance.

- Homelander! - He rose abruptly, seemingly delighted at my imminent arrival. - Я... Hitch told me he found a suspicious suitcase, so I took it out.

- Who's Hitch?

- He's the, uh. the sea lion I've been communicating with. - Shamefully admitted Deepness.

- Interesting. So Hitch found the suitcase deep underwater? - I didn't pretend to notice.

- Yes, that's right. - Nodded Deep, relieved that he wasn't being mocked for his ability again.

- But what does that have to do with what I heard on the phone? You told me that you found Mretya and that it wasn't a phone call," he muttered irritably in response, gradually realising that it wasn't worth the rush to get here. - So where is he?

- Ahem... he's here. - Deep's lips tightened and he walked over to the suitcase and opened it wide open.

- Fucking hell. - I couldn't bear to see the impressive display of human entrails.

His eyes immediately noted the transparent shards that lay inside. They were like the ones that usually appear when a glass is broken, only bigger and covered in meat, with blood. And there was also an inscription on the inside of the suitcase, written in the blood of the Blink: You're next.

- How could they pull this off? He's invulnerable! - Deep exclaimed almost hysterically.

I just stared in surprise at what was left of one of the most effective supers. And it's not clear who he could have done so much damage to him that he was treated so... inhuman. He'd never had anything to smear him for, other than peeping on everyone.

Every member of the Seven had sins, but not enough to kill for. That's not really relevant about the A-Train, though. I feel like it's somehow connected and I don't like it. I take a deep breath and smell a scent, one that can be distinguished from the others almost everywhere.

- They put a bomb in it. - I muttered, answering the guy's question.

- What kind of lunatic would do that? - Dumbfounded Deep said.

- He's a nut, but he's a pretty smart nut. - Impassively replied, closing the zinc suitcase, the only material I can't see through.

- So what's next? - The guy asked perplexed. Considering that he had hardly encountered such a thing before..... the question was self-explanatory.

Next I had to act as an air courier, carrying two packages at once. It was a lot of fun, especially because of the way Deep was screaming in fear. I guess the sky wasn't his thing. perhaps I should have slowed down. But I wasn't going to put it off for too long, I was going to leave it up to those who were responsible for the safety of their workers to keep an eye on them.

- Why did you call me, Homelander? - Madeline asked unhappily as she entered the conference room.

- No reason. I just wanted to ask her directly: Where's Mrechniy now? - He answered her in the same tone of voice.

- He's in New Jersey," the woman rolled her eyes as if she'd asked something stupid. - Drinking and hiding from us, once again. You know him.

- Yeah? Then what's this? - I kicked the suitcase to get her attention.

- Suitcase. - Stillwell snorted, glaring at me irritably.

- Depth, if you'd be so kind. - I smiled at him and the guy obeyed without complaint and opened the contents of the suitcase.

- Oh my God!!! - The woman allowed herself to exceed her voice and immediately turned away, trying to get her breath in order. Yes, at her age you shouldn't worry too much.

- I hope you realise you're the one who screwed up," he grumbled, giving her a hard look. - If you'd acted in time, none of this would have happened.

- Are you trying to blame me for this? - Madeline frowned, clenching her fingers into a fist.

- Come on, I just want you to deal with it. Nothing more," he waved his hand towards the remains of the super. - It's your job. And I want you to find the people who did this. This isn't some second-rate hero to go unnoticed. And then let me know, if it's not too much trouble.

- It won't. - Stillwell sneered, and with a pointed glance at Deep, left the room.

It might have seemed like I didn't care about the death of the Dread One, but I didn't. I was relieved that I didn't have to deal with him myself. Yes, this transparent super was one of the cleanest people in terms of reputation, but he knew too much because he liked to keep tabs on everyone.

That's why he had enough dirt on the company and on so many heroes, including the whole Seven. And this voyeur thought only about himself and his own skin, and I did not want to have such a member of the team. It's not clear what to expect from him, so I don't care. It's amazing how easy it is to change your attitude towards death when you've been through it yourself. Knowing that there's life on the other side, it's hard to see death as the end. There's no other way I could explain being here, given my heart problems.

- She's really pissed off. - Deepness commented on her behaviour, not so sure he should have called Homelander instead of Stillwell.

- Not a word, mate. But I assure you, she won't do anything," he smiled, clapping the lad on the shoulder. - Now I've got to go.

Before Deep was even aware of the painful clap on his shoulder, I was out of sight, flying outside, leaving him alone. At full speed I flew straight upwards, where there were no insects, much less birds.In that short time, the sky had become something of a place for me to think. To think hard about what I should do in any given situation. And now I was flying towards Ryan and Rebecca at a leisurely pace again, thinking about who could have done such a thing.

And that speculation led me to the conclusion that I had too little information. It's unclear when Mrevoy disappeared, who had a grudge against him, and who it could have been. All that is clear is that it was a group of people who made it clear that they were not interested in any money. It was personal.

Campbell came to mind, the bloke whose girlfriend was turned into mincemeat by Train-A. It's too symbolic of the Blinker's death. And it could also be one of the hundreds or thousands of people the Seven managed to hurt. There were even meetings of those who had been hurt by supers, like AA. Homelander followed a few of these, just to laugh at the stupidity of people who often blamed themselves for what happened.

So in the end, there were no leads, except for a guy who lost his girlfriend recently. And he was the one I thought I should follow up on, just for the record. I paused for a few seconds to think about it and turned around, flying back to Vaught Tower.

- Hello, Ashley. - I smiled at the girl, who flinched at my sudden appearance as she came out of Stillwell's office.

- H-homelander. - Madeline's assistant whispered helplessly.

- Could you help me with one minor problem? - Asked with a smile, placing a hand on her shoulder.

- Yes, of course. - Ashley smiled crookedly in response.

- Very good," he nodded to the girl. - Get me the address of a Campbell, please.

- Who?" she asked sincerely, which irritated me. Another proof that ordinary people aren't even considered human beings here.

- The guy whose girlfriend was run over by Train-A chasing robbers. - I patiently explained what I saw in her eyes.

- But why do you want his address? - She asked uncertainly.

- I decided to personally apologise for the tragedy. - With the most honest look I answered the girl.

- Really? - Ashley looked at me in surprise.

- Pure and simple.

- I'll email you the address. - She tried to smile back, but it didn't work very well.

- Just make it quick. - I nodded at her and quietly walked away, and three minutes later the address arrived on my phone.

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- Yeah, Dad. What's up? - Huey answered the phone, averting his eyes from the crew that was gathered around them.

The black, pumped-up guy everyone calls Mother's Milk or M.M. Frenchy, explosives expert, as it turns out. And Butcher, literally the Butcher, that he didn't hesitate to blow up the Blinker inside an iron box like an egg in a microwave. They all watched him with interest as nothing interesting happened during this time. And following a Chinese diner all day wasn't exactly exciting.

- Yes, it's good to hear from you, too. - Huey stretched out uncertainly, unable to understand how he hadn't been kicked out of here yet.

- You have no idea who has come to visit us. - Father said cheerfully.

- Homelander! - The man shouted, and everyone in the room cheered.

Huey pressed his lips together when he saw Butcher telling him to put him on speakerphone. Glancing at the men of not the most genteel appearance looking at him intently and intently. Sighing, he put them on speakerphone.

- Dad, don't tell me you called the animator. - Huey mentally begged for that to be the case.

- No, I'm quite real, Huey. - It was the words that sent shivers down the boy's spine. And not just him, he realised from the shocked faces of Frenchy and M.M. Butcher only frowned.

- He's real! He even signed your comic book and t-shirt! - Dad continued excitedly.

His mouth felt dry. Huey immediately pounced on the bottle of water, greedily drinking the disgustingly warm liquid in large gulps. Only when he had emptied the bottle did he begin to breathe, deeply, to calm his racing heart.

- Huey! Can you hear me? - Meanwhile, my father continued.

- Answer me! - Butcher tried to bring him round by giving him a painful slap. But Huey just stared at him, unresponsive to anything.

- Huey! I think the connection's broken," said the boy's father, annoyed. - Shouldn't we call back?

- There's no need, I just wanted to apologise for what my colleague did," said the Homelander's voice in a low voice. - I know you need support at times like this. Without it, there's a good chance of being influenced by less than honourable people.

- Really? - The man replied in surprise. - Huey had really been acting strange these past few days.

The group tried not to breathe too loudly for fear of being overheard. They were generally lucky that the forty-year-old man wasn't that tech-savvy and never hung up on himself at all. So they should have taken the chance.

- How did he behave? - Homelander asked interestedly.- He had recently packed up and left with some bloke, and before that he had torn down all the posters in his room.

Butcher clenched his teeth with rage that they might be found out because of this. Frenchy held his head, anxiously awaiting the continuation. M-M, on the other hand, was tense and contemplating the option of dropping the whole thing with the confrontation with the supers; he wasn't going to put his wife and children in danger. Huey was just coming to his senses, shocked to hear his father's words.

- Do you remember his face, this suspicious man?

- No, my eyesight is bad, as you can see," Huey could have sworn that at that moment his father adjusted his glasses on his nose without even seeing it. - I can't even recognise his car.

- Too bad, that would have been a big help," Homelander answered him, and they heard footsteps receding. - Thank you for your hospitality. See you soon, Mr Campbell.

- See you soon. - There was a man's reply, and the sound of a door slamming shut.

For a few minutes they instinctively listened to the sounds from the phone's speaker until the sounds of some humorous television programme could be heard. Everyone exhaled with relief and Huey finally hung up the phone.

- You can't go back. You can stay with me for a while. - Butcher decided, frowning and looking at the lad.

Huey could only nod at the words of their unspoken leader. There was definitely no going back now. The possibility that Homelander had matched the day of Mrevoy's disappearance and Huey's visit to Vaught Tower was too great. He could only hope that nothing would happen to his father.

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