@honor_girl: She is a mystery, a young woman without history who appeared in the streets of Gothic City one day and climbed to the top really fast after she murdered two vigilantes. After that she started a campaign of terror on Gothic City to reestablish the right of the strongest that she (still) fanatically believes in. She calls herself Honor Avenger because she avenges the honor that humanity has lost. Think of her like a cross between movie Joker and Bane.
Her power will slightly differ from Prime. She doesn't have photographic reflexes but rather be instinctively able to understand interrelations. Like she sees a crime scene and instantly knows what happened. She takes a gun and knows how to use it. She reads something and knows how to apply it to a real life situation. She also has an eidetic memory.
As they turned on their pistols it was Risky who started the usual mercenary smack talk.
"You think it will be hard, Cham?"
"Could be, senator, former head of the CIA, this guy has to be taken serious."
"I know the Secret Service, they offered me a spot once. They're pretty good but lack some serious anti-meat training, not really experienced in countering superpowers. We'll come over them like a thunderstorm. Will be like a nookie with Gambler: in, shoot, out!"
"You had sex with Gambler???"
"No but the superhero girl community is closer knit than you would have thought, for some time I had coffe with Redhead, Babs, Prima, Sha; Charmix, CPG and even lady Tlieso at some point regularly on saturday afternoon. You know how this girl talk goes... heck, don't let us dive into that now... Fact is: if we hit them hard enough they'll never know WHAT hit them."
"Okaaaaay... but you know we're not here to kill him? This is an info gethering job. He may be a freaking racist who hates people like us but still we don't have a hint that he is planning anything and more important what he is planning. Furthermore he is a senator. Killing is not an option."
Risky's pretty blue eyes darkened under the raven strands of hair that fell into her hair. For Cham this may be an intelligence gathering mission, for her it was more. Dole had been one of the senators responsible for the SRA back then and responsible for some of the worst atrocities commited during the Civil War. This was an act of revenge. At least for her...
"Yeah, yeah... info... right..."
After that they were silent for the remainder of the flight. The designation of the copter itself was an omen to Risky. Razor one... She hoped the irpny would bring Lucifer three smiles. You don't try to hack out a tumor with an axe. You cut it out with a razor instead. And they would be the razor to remove a tumor that threatened to spread and infest the whole body of humanity till it died from the cancer of racial war. Flashes of fear of that war tortured Risky all the way to Virginia, images of children suffering and killed, an endless repetition of the horrors of the CIvil War a few years back. her worst nightmare...