Blood Red Mirror

Tremendous fucking TED Talk

As the group gathered in a dimly lit room, the tension was palpable, each member bracing themselves for the revelations about to unfold. M.M took a deep breath, his voice steady as he began to speak.

"Samaritan's Embrace, led by Ezekiel but bankrolled by Vought, has been shipping Compound V to 53 hospitals across the country since 1971 and gift wrapping it...," M.M paused, his gaze piercing as he delivered the shocking truth, "gift wrapping it as polio vaccine."

Butcher interjected, his skepticism clear as he questioned, "Are you telling me God's not reaching up the twats of American girls and blessing babies?"

M.M shot him a stern look, urging him to stay focused. "Butcher, can you leave God out of this?" he reprimanded. Butcher laughed at M.M's response.

Hughie, his voice trembling with disbelief, spoke up, "H-Hold on, hold on. So, no hero was born? None of them? They're all just kids dosed with the blue shit. I mean, even..."

Butcher cut in, his anger evident, "Even fucking Starlight."

Hughie's mind raced with the implications, "Do you think... do you think they know... what really happened to 'em?"

Butcher's attention turned to the enigmatic Homelander, "What about Homelander?"

M.M's response was solemn, "Homelander's a black hole. Never had any public records and never will. However, every single other Supe... juiced-up lab rats."

Frenchie, unable to contain himself, chimed in with the information he had gathered, "Word is that a supe wiped out Denis Namenko's crew, and that Nina is working with supes to kill the supe that swiped her cousin." The Female knocked over the perfectly organised folders on the floor.

"My God..."M.M, frustrated by the distractions, pleaded, "I'm trying to give a tremendous fucking TED Talk here, you and this... Frenchie, can you control her, please?"

Frenchie shrugged helplessly, "I do not control her."

M.M turned to Butcher for support, but Butcher's attention was elsewhere, "Well, spot on, M.M. We got Vought for child endangerment, drug trafficking, and possibly the largest fraud in American fucking history. Raynor's gonna love it."

Mother's Milk's words hung heavy in the air, a warning of the dangers ahead, "You better hope she does..."

Hughie, feeling a bit awkward amidst the intensity of the conversation, walked up to the Female and tentatively spoke up, "Uh, hi."

The Female responded with a low snarl, her demeanor as fierce as ever.

Frenchie quickly intervened, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Hughie, no! No, no, no. Not if you're attached to that hand, no. It's okay," he reassured, trying to diffuse the tension.

Hughie nodded, understanding the warning.

Frenchie continued, his mind still buzzing with thoughts. "Well, you know, all of this, uh, it's... But it's only part of the story, no? I mean, what about our petite Lazarus here? She's not an infant. And she was injected in a basement, not a hospital. And there is the small matter of that she rose from the dead and also there is apparently Nina working with a group of supes to kill another mass murdering supe."

Butcher, ever the cynic, scoffed at Frenchie's observation. "Well, your feral pixie dream girl ain't exactly dictating her fucking memoirs , is she, Frenchie?"

Frenchie persisted, undeterred by Butcher's sarcasm. "I'm feeling she's trying to communicate. I mean, she's been doing this for... Maybe that means something, huh?"

Butcher remained skeptical, brushing off Frenchie's optimism. "Yeah, maybe they're just fucking chicken scratches."

Frenchie, determined to explore the possibility further, suggested, "Let's find out."

M.M, concerned for their safety, cautioned against it. "Nah, you've been burned. It's not safe out there for you."

Butcher agreed with M.M's assessment, taking charge of the situation. "M.M.'s right. You gotta fucking stay put, son."

Frenchie couldn't help but express his frustration with a scoff, muttering, "Fantastique."

Butcher decided, announcing, "All right, I'm off."

Hughie, unsure of his role in the plan, sought clarification, "Okay. I'll just, uh, keep on Starlight then, right?"

Butcher revealed a new directive, catching Hughie off guard. "Her phone's been tits-up for a week. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Hughie denied any involvement, but offered to help in any way he could. "No. But I can, uh... I can check."

Butcher accepted Hughie's offer, redirecting their focus. "All right. You're with me."

M.M expressed his surprise at the decision, "He is?"

Hughie echoed M.M's confusion, "I am? What, to the CIA lady?"

Butcher clarified theirmission, leading Hughie away with a pat on the shoulder. "No. We're gonnago on a little detour. You'll love it."