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I sat down. "You ever hear of the Meta Liberation Army?"
Ryukyu and Mirko exchanged looks before shaking their heads. "Only bits and pieces."
"Yeah, well, they are that now. The Deika City incident wasn't some random villain attack. It was the League of Villains fighting the Meta Liberation Army. Their leader, Redestro, was on mission to destroy Shigaraki, but then Shigaraki awakened his Quirk, tore through him, and won. After that, they merged. Now they call themselves the Paranormal Liberation Front."
Ryukyu and Mirko tensed. That landed harder than expected.
"Shigaraki awakened his quirk?" Ryukyu asked, her voice troubled, like she was already running through scenarios in her head. Awakening Quirks were rare, but when it happened, it almost always spelled trouble. Especially for villains. On top of that, if the quirk was already absurdly powerful to begin with, the stakes escalated from bad to "holy shit, we are all screwed" levels in seconds.
"Yeah," I said, leaning back in my chair. "He went full demolition derby on Deika City. His decay didn't just break down what he touched anymore... It is a chain reaction like death had gone viral. Buildings, streets, people… anything in range turned to dust. Redestro and his army didn't stand a chance."
Mirko's usual smirk had flattened into a tight line. Her arms crossed over her chest as her foot tapped an impatient rhythm on the floor. "So, the bastard basically leveled up mid-battle and wiped out an army? That is what we are dealing with?"
"Pretty much," I confirmed. "And now that the League and the Liberation Army are fused under the PLF, we got a problem. A big, pissed-off, apocalypse-flavored problem."
Ryukyu's lips pressed together. "If his quirk can spread like that… containment is almost impossible. Heroes would have to neutralize him instantly or risk massive casualties."
"Neutralize?" Mirko snorted. "Screw that. Someone needs to break his face before he gets the chance to twitch."
"Not that easy," I said, meeting her glare with one of my own. "The guy is not just stronger now, he is smarter. His crew is bigger, too. They got numbers, resources, and a shiny new name that makes them sound like they are running a damn political party. You go in swinging, and you will end up in pieces before you even get close."
Ryukyu narrowed her eyes. "How do you know this?"
I exhaled. "Same way I found Chisaki. I have a contact in the League."
Mirko stared at me. "You are fucking with us."
I shook my head.
"Who?" Ryukyu asked.
I didn't answer.
Her eyes sharpened. "Ryuu."
I leaned back. "Not relevant."
"The hell it is not," Mirko said. "You've been feeding us info this whole time, but we don't know where you are pulling it from? That is not how this works, kid."
Ryukyu nodded. "You might trust them, but we can't move on intel without knowing its source."
I ran a hand through my hair. "They aren't some random thug, alright? They are someone with eyes on the inside, someone who actually wants the League to go down. Giving names doesn't help anyone."
Mirko huffed. "You expect us to just roll with that?"
"Yeah," I said. "Because if you don't, you will lose your only real lead."
Silence.
Mirko tapped her fingers against the table. "How reliable is this info?"
"Dead on."
Ryukyu sighed. "Fine. But if this is as big as you are saying, we need to move now. The Commission won't act unless forced, which means we have to make enough noise that they don't have a choice."
I shook my head, laughing. "That won't work. My contact saw Hawks in their meeting."
Mirko's arm twitched, the muscles in her forearm flexing like a predator ready to pounce. For a split second, I honestly thought she was about to either put me down for good or launch herself straight out the window and tear Hawks to pieces. Her crimson eyes burned, wild and feral.
Ryukyu was not much better. Her calm mask cracked as her claws dug slightly into the wood of her desk, leaving faint grooves. They were staring to see I was fucking with them. Waiting to see if I would crack and admit I was bullshitting.
"The Number Two Hero is dirty?"
Mirko's lips curled back in something between a snarl and a grin. "That feathery bastard..."
I raised my hands, palms out like I was trying to calm down two apex predators about to rip each other's throats out. "Hold on. At first, I thought he was dirty too. Believe me, I was ready to pluck every damn feather off, and stab his smug little face. But it looks like the Commission sent him in undercover. He is playing double agent, trying to earn their trust from the inside. That is why I was reluctant to reveal this."
The relief on their faces was obvious, like I had just pulled the pin out of a grenade and managed to jam it back in at the last second.
Ryukyu gave a nod. "More people know, higher chance of a leak."
"Exactly," I said. "And knowing the Commission, they probably put a gun to his head and told him to smile while doing it."
Mirko folded her arms. "Shit."
Mirko dropped into her chair with a loud thump, her arms hanging limply over the sides like the tension had finally drained out of her body. "Tch. Damn it, Ryuu… you almost had me ready to rip the wings off Japan's pet bird." She tilted her head back, exhaling like she had just run a marathon. "I hate this undercover shit. One wrong move and Hawks is dead, and we are left cleaning up the fallout."
Ryukyu, on the other hand, stayed rigid. Her claws still pressed faint lines into the desk's surface as her amber eyes locked onto mine. She was calmer than Mirko, sure, but the kind of calm you only see in a coiled snake waiting to strike."
She leaned forward slightly. "How long has he been under?"
"No clue. But if I had to guess? Probably way before I even got involved with all this."
Mirko clicked her tongue. "Makes sense. That guy's been climbing ranks stupid fast. Almost too fast."
Ryukyu glanced at me. "If your contact saw him, does that mean he is fully trusted by the League?"
I shrugged. "Doubt it. Shigaraki ain't stupid. But they don't have a choice. He got skills, resources, and a hero license. Makes him useful."
Mirko scoffed. "And when they are done using him, they will throw him in a ditch."
"Or he will do it to them first," I said.
"And you are sure about this? You are certain he is not compromised already?" Ryukyu asked.
I rubbed the back of my neck. "I have no idea. But if I had to guess? It is all a ruse. My contact said he was reluctant to do certain things, always covering it up with his ideology. He tells them he joined the League for revelation, not for committing petty crimes."
Mirko's eyes narrowed, her lips curling in a half-snarl. "Sounds like a risky damn game. So he is walking the line, huh? Pretending he gives a shit about their liberation nonsense while secretly passing info back to the Commission?"
"Exactly," I said. "Problem is, that line gets thinner every time he plays along. One misstep, and they will figure him out."
Ryukyu exhaled slowly. "If Hawks falls, the entire operation could collapse. And if Shigaraki suspects a mole, he will purge anyone remotely suspicious. That means your contact is in danger too."
I gave a humorless laugh. "That is why I am telling you two and no one else. If this leaks, Hawks dies. My contact dies. The Commission will play dumb, the League will go nuclear, and we will all be eating ash. So yeah, no pressure."
Mirko leaned back in her chair, her arms folding behind her head. "Tch. So what is the plan, smartass? Sit on our hands and wait for Hawks to pull a miracle out of his birdy ass?
Ryukyu sighed. "Regardless, this complicates things. If the Commission has an agent embedded, that means they are already aware of the Paranormal Liberation Front, and they are keeping it quiet."
"Which means they don't want us involved yet," Mirko muttered. "Fucking hell."
I shrugged. "Pretty sure they were hoping to keep it on the down-low until they had everything set up their way."
Ryukyu's eyes narrowed. "And you are just dropping this on us now?"
"I was waiting to see if the Commission would actually do anything first. Figured if I started talking too early, they would just bury it."
Mirko smirked. "You don't trust them worth shit, huh?"
"Do you?" I asked.
She barked out a laugh. "Fair."
Ryukyu tapped her desk again. "Alright. We have two problems. One, we can't act on this without blowing Hawks' cover. Two, if the League really did absorb the Meta Liberation Army, that means they got backing. Real backing. We are not just looking at a gang of freaks anymore. This is a full-scale organization."
"Yup," I said, popping the 'p.' "With money, resources, and probably politicians in their pocket. Ain't that great?"
Mirko rolled her shoulders. "I would rather they stayed a bunch of gutter rats."
"Too late," I said. "Now they got structure. If we don't move fast, it won't be just heroes fighting them. It will be a war."
Ryukyu took a slow breath, then turned to Mirko. "You think the Commission would even let us act yet?"
Mirko scoffed. "They won't do shit until it bites them in the ass. Hawks is their golden boy right now. They won't risk pulling him out too early."
I leaned forward. "The nasty part is my contact said Shigaraki is waiting for All for One."
Ryukyu and Mirko exchanged glances. They got what I meant immediately.
Mirko frowned. "You mean they are gonna break him out of Tartarus?"
I nodded. "Looks like it. But the Commission won't act on my word alone, and they sure as hell won't do anything about it without risking Hawks' cover."
Ryukyu bit her lip. "You are dropping a lot of shit on me, Ryuu."
I sighed. "I've been sitting on this for days. Felt like trying to juggle grenades while blindfolded. My brain's still intact… barely."
They nodded. Neither of them looked surprised, just… pissed. The kind of pissed that came when you knew something was coming but had no real way to stop it.
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