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Vice Bunker

Chapter 48

-VB-

Carol Dallon

As she walked down the corridor toward New Wave’s new main office, she couldn’t help but let her right hand caress over her pregnant belly.

With nothing to do and both of her kids (true and adopted) out and about with their own lives, she had been getting antsy. With nothing to do beyond the first few excursions to keep the worst at bay… well, she and Mark might have gotten a little too bed-happy.

Yes, she was approaching her mid forties and she was about to have another child.

At the very least, her kid will have Vicky’s daughter to play with instead of being by herself. Oh yes, she already knew her second true daughter’s gender because Amy had told her last month.

Speaking of time, it’s been a month since Yal’Manus gave New Wave the responsibility of representing the people. At first, it came as a surprise until Victoria came and explained the cause and reasoning behind the decision.

In essence, Yal’Manus wanted the people to become their own law makers and representatives instead of bringing every little problem to him. New Wave would be given policing rights, duties, and responsibilities as well as soem say in how the overarching decisions that affect all of Brockton Bay would be like (because no one could argue about who the real ruler was).

Could they resist it? It was a chance to make a lasting impact by being there at the foundation of a new system, because that’s what this was.

Carol had been suspicious at first, but after a trial of one week, she gave in once she saw how Sarah, Neil, and Mark implemented and carried out a more open and accountable set of rules for them and future generation of lawmen would follow.

So yes. New Wave had officially become an organization under the wing of Yal’Manus and his … harem.

It felt dirty to think of it that way, especially since her Victoria was a part of his harem. It also looked like they had sold her daughter to the big bad villain and then got this position once there was a position worth giving to a “heroic” team. New Wave already addressed this issue and stated that Victoria’s partner was not something they had a hand or suggestion of, and that they got this position because they were the only heroic team left in Brockton Bay that wasn’t “have a civil war underground” PRT ENE.

Yes, they threw the PRT under the bus, but as they were right now, it was … kind of deserved.

She learned about the “civil war” that they had from Yal’Manus, and at first, she hadn’t believed. Then she and the rest of New Wave was allowed to sit in on one of Yal’Manus’s comm with Armsmaster. What began as denial became a horrified realization that not only had they lucked out with Yal’Manus, their living conditions was so far above what PRT’s bunker was experiencing that it wasn’t even funny.

And speaking of the PRT bunker and the inhabitants within, Yal’Manus gave them the right to come and live with them on the surface but only if they agreed to and respected the fact that USA was gone and there was no use crying about it and Brockton Bay was under new management.

To Carol’s surprise, Armsmaster had agreed after only a momentary deliberation.

She finished moving through the corridor and opened the door to the office.

Hearing the creak of the door, Mark looked up just in time for him to see her taking off her winter coat.

Despite all of the new warmth that Yal’Manus was bringing with his machines, it was still out on the surface that people needed to wear winter coats.

“Welcome back, Carol,” he said and she smiled.

“Did anything happen in the night?” she asked him and he shook his head. She came over and sat down next to him.

“It’s been quiet lately, hasn’t it been?”

“It has.”

Despite the fact that the quiet would mean that she and others wouldn’t have work to do, it also meant that she could give birth and raise another child in relative peace. She rather liked the idea of that… but she knew that it was a fruitless hope because she and the rest of the team heard what the world outside Brockton Bay was like.

Global famine, ethnic wars, cannibalism, degradation of civilization, and all sorts of atrocities performed in an hourly basis.

Sure, places like New York City which was under Alexandria’s protection was relatively peaceful, but that place was a bomb constantly going off from the stressed conditions everyone was under from food, water, and shelter shortage.

Brockton Bay had, ironically, become an island of peace in this tumultous world when before the apocalypse, it was one of the most dangerous cities in North America.

Yes, cities run by Mexican cartels were safer once upon a time than Brockton Bay.

“Hmm,” she hummed as she leaned on his shoulder.

“Hmm,” he hummed, too.

But she had to admit that this peace grated on her. It made her feel useless. She didn’t get to practice law, either, so she had too much time on her hands. And worse, she also knew that she couldn’t go out of her way to explore outside Brockton Bay to find issues to solve because she was pregnant and fighting with a baby was not something she was interested in doing.

So she sighed, sucked up, and waited.

-VB-

Taylor cooed at her baby in her arms, and her daughter giggled back.

Rose was a healthy baby, and she was the light of her life. Taylor didn’t know before but, wow, having a child really changed her entire perspective.

This was the same for Harley and Victoria, but not Kali.

‘Well, she said she already had a kid before, so this isn’t new for her,’ she thought to herself as she rocked back and forth so that her milk-smeared daughter would fall asleep.

Why was she trying to put her daughter to sleep?

Aside from the fact that babies need to sleep a lot to grow properly, Alan wanted to have another orgy, and Taylor didn’t want to miss out on it.

Those tentacle dicks were really great.