Karen practically bounced with excitement as she entered Taylor's lab, her enthusiasm palpable. Without her costume, she looked startlingly young to Taylor's eyes - a stark reminder that Othala was only two years her senior.

  "I can't believe we're actually doing this!" Karen gushed, her single eye sparkling with anticipation. "You have no idea how much this means to me, Taylor."

  Taylor hesitated, her hand hovering over the control panel of her latest creation. The sleek, egg-shaped pod dominated the center of the room, its purpose far more insidious than its innocuous appearance suggested.

  "Karen, are you absolutely sure about this?" Taylor asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Altering your personality, even slightly... it's not something to be taken lightly."

  Karen's enthusiasm dimmed slightly, but her resolve remained firm. "I know it sounds extreme, but I've thought about this a lot. My cousin... she was everything I wanted to be. Brave, confident, the kind of person everyone gravitated towards naturally." Her voice softened. "Victor loved her so much."

  Taylor felt a pang of sympathy, mixed with a growing unease. "But Victor loves you for who you are now, doesn't he?"

  "Of course he does," Karen said quickly, though Taylor detected a hint of uncertainty. "This isn't about changing who I am fundamentally. It's just... enhancing certain traits, you know? Like putting on makeup or working out to improve your body. Just a little boost to be the best version of myself."

  Taylor sighed, her resolve wavering in the face of Karen's pleading look. "Alright, but we're starting small, okay? Minor adjustments only."

  Karen nodded eagerly, practically vibrating with anticipation. "Whatever you think is best. You're the expert here."

  Taylor gestured towards the pod. "Okay, I need you to focus on your memories of your cousin. Try to recall specific mannerisms, the way she spoke, how she carried herself - anything that made her uniquely her."

  Karen closed her eye, her brow furrowing in concentration. "She always had this way of walking, like she owned every room she entered. And her laugh... it was infectious. People couldn't help but smile when they heard it."

  As Karen continued to reminisce, Taylor made subtle adjustments to the pod's settings. She was treading into uncharted territory here - her previous work had focused on implanting skills or altering behaviors, not overlaying personality traits.

  "Alright," Taylor said after a few minutes of fine-tuning. "I think we're ready. Remember, this is just a test run. The changes should be subtle - barely noticeable to anyone who doesn't know you extremely well."

  Karen nodded, her excitement tempered slightly by nervousness as she approached the pod. "How long will it take?"

  "Not long," Taylor assured her. "Maybe fifteen minutes or so. It's a much shorter process than what I usually do with the rank and file."

  As the pod's door slid shut, encasing Karen in its high-tech cocoon, Taylor couldn't shake a nagging sense of doubt. Was she crossing a line here? But then again, wasn't this exactly the kind of thing her power was meant for? Helping people become better versions of themselves?

  The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly. Taylor found herself pacing, her mind racing with potential outcomes and ethical quandaries. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pod beeped softly, signaling the end of the process.

  The door slid open with a soft hiss, and Karen stepped out, blinking as her eye adjusted to the light.

  "Well?" Taylor asked anxiously. "How do you feel?"

  Karen frowned slightly, rolling her shoulders. "I... don't feel that different, actually. Are you sure it worked?"

  Taylor nodded, studying Karen intently. "The changes are meant to be subtle. I don't have much practice overlaying personalities, and with only your memories to work from, I was only able to make minor adjustments."

  Karen's face fell slightly, disappointment evident in her expression.

  "But," Taylor continued quickly, "I think I do see some differences. The way you're standing, for instance. There's more... confidence in your posture."

  Karen perked up at that, straightening her spine unconsciously. "Really? You can tell?"

  Taylor nodded encouragingly. "Yeah, definitely. You're holding yourself differently. There's more of a... strut to your walk."

  To demonstrate, Taylor had Karen walk across the room. As she did so, Taylor could see the subtle but unmistakable change in her gait. There was a newfound swagger to her steps, a hint of the effortless confidence Karen had described in her cousin.

  "Oh!" Karen exclaimed, a wide smile spreading across her face. "I can feel it now! It's like... I just know I look good walking like this."

  Taylor couldn't help but smile at Karen's enthusiasm, even as a part of her remained wary of the implications. "Remember, these are just small changes. To really recreate your cousin's personality fully, I'd need input from more people who knew her well. This is just a taste of what's possible."

  Karen nodded, still beaming. "I understand. But even this... Taylor, you have no idea how amazing this feels. It's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

  As Karen continued to experiment with her new walk, practically gliding around the room, Taylor found herself torn between pride in her work and a gnawing sense of unease. She had helped Karen, there was no doubt about that. The joy radiating from the older girl was proof enough. But where did it end? How far was too far when it came to altering someone's fundamental self?

  "Karen," Taylor said, her tone serious. "I need you to promise me something."

  Karen paused in her strutting, turning to face Taylor with a quizzical expression. "Of course. What is it?"

  "I need you to be very, very careful about who you tell about this," Taylor said. "And I mean anyone, including Victor. These changes might be subtle, but they're still noticeable to someone who knows you well. We need to monitor how this affects you over the next few days before we even think about doing more."

  Karen nodded, though Taylor could see a flicker of disappointment in her eye. "I understand. But... we will do more, right? Once we're sure everything's okay?"

  Taylor hesitated, choosing her words carefully. "We'll see. Let's take it one step at a time, okay? This is all new territory for both of us."

  Karen agreed, albeit reluctantly. As they began to clean up the lab, Taylor couldn't shake the feeling that she had opened a Pandora's box. The potential for her technology to help people was immense, but so too was its capacity for abuse.

  Over the next hour, as they ran through some basic tests to ensure the procedure hadn't had any unexpected side effects, Taylor observed Karen closely. The changes were indeed subtle - a slightly more graceful way of moving, a touch more assertiveness in her speech patterns. Nothing that would raise alarm bells to a casual observer.

  But to Taylor, who knew exactly what to look for, the differences were stark. It wasn't just Karen's physical mannerisms that had changed. There was a newfound spark in her eye, a quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from her very being.

  "You know," Karen said as they were wrapping up, "I was thinking about what you said earlier. About needing more input to really capture my cousin's personality."

  Taylor tensed slightly, already anticipating where this was going. "Yes?"

  "Well, I was wondering... maybe we could talk to some of the others? Nessa and Jessica knew her really well, and I'm sure Victor would have valuable insights too."

  Taylor shook her head firmly. "Absolutely not. Karen, we agreed to keep this between us for now. Bringing more people into it, especially other capes, is way too risky."

  Karen's face fell, but she nodded in understanding. "You're right, of course. I just got carried away, I guess. It's just... this feels so good, Taylor. For the first time in years, I feel like I'm truly honoring my cousin's memory."

  Taylor felt a pang of sympathy, mixed with a hefty dose of guilt. She placed a comforting hand on Karen's shoulder. "I know this means a lot to you. And I promise, we'll explore this further. But we need to be careful. Take some time to really process these changes before we even think about doing more."

  Karen nodded, her enthusiasm dampened but not extinguished. "You're right. Thank you, Taylor. For everything."

  As Karen left the lab, her new walk on full display, Taylor couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and trepidation. She had helped someone today, of that there was no doubt. But at what cost? And where would this path ultimately lead?

  Taylor began the process of shutting down her equipment, her mind racing with possibilities and potential pitfalls. She had always known her power had the potential to radically alter people, but this was the first time she had used it on someone she genuinely considered a friend.

  As she locked up the lab and prepared to head home, Taylor made a mental note to keep a very close eye on Karen over the coming days. This experiment might have seemed harmless enough, but Taylor couldn't shake the feeling that she had just taken a significant step down a very slippery slope.

  The next day, Taylor arrived at Medhall earlier than usual, eager to check in on Karen and see how she was adjusting to the changes. As she made her way through the building, she couldn't help but notice the increased security presence - a lingering effect of the Undersiders' attempted infiltration.

  She found Karen in one of the common areas, chatting animatedly with a group of Medhall employees. Taylor hung back, observing from a distance. The difference in Karen's demeanor was subtle but unmistakable. She stood taller, gesticulated more confidently as she spoke, and seemed to command the attention of everyone around her effortlessly.

  As the group dispersed, Karen spotted Taylor and waved her over, a bright smile on her face. "Taylor! I'm so glad you're here. I have so much to tell you!"

  Taylor approached cautiously, keeping her voice low. "How are you feeling? Any side effects or unexpected changes?"

  Karen shook her head, her eye sparkling with excitement. "Nothing bad at all. In fact, I feel amazing! You wouldn't believe the morning I've had."

  She launched into a detailed account of her day so far - how she'd woken up feeling more energized than usual, how she'd breezed through her morning routine with a newfound efficiency, and how she'd found herself easily striking up conversations with people she'd normally have been too shy to approach.

  "And the best part," Karen said, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "is that Victor definitely noticed a change. He couldn't stop looking at me all through breakfast, and he even complimented my new walk!"

  Taylor felt a mixture of pride and unease at Karen's enthusiasm. "That's great, Karen. But remember, we need to be careful. We don't want to draw too much attention too quickly."

  Karen nodded, though Taylor could see she was barely containing her excitement. "Of course, of course. I'm being subtle, I promise. It's just... Taylor, I can't thank you enough for this. I feel like a whole new person!"

  As they continued to chat, Taylor couldn't help but notice how Karen's mannerisms had indeed shifted. Her gestures were more graceful, her speech patterns more fluid. It was as if she had gained years of social confidence overnight.

  "Oh!" Karen exclaimed suddenly. "I almost forgot to tell you. Max wants to see you in his office later today. Something about a new project he wants your input on."

  Taylor nodded, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Thanks for letting me know. I'll head up there after lunch."

  As Karen excused herself to attend to her duties, Taylor found herself lost in thought. The changes in Karen were more pronounced than she had anticipated, and while they seemed positive on the surface, Taylor couldn't shake a growing sense of unease.

  She spent the rest of the morning in her lab, tinkering with some new designs and trying to distract herself from her concerns about Karen. But her mind kept wandering back to the implications of what she had done. If such subtle changes could have such a profound effect, what would happen if she pushed things further?

  After a quick lunch, Taylor made her way to Max's office, still mulling over the ethical implications of her work. She knocked on the door, hearing Max's authoritative voice call for her to enter.

  "Ah, Miss Stepford," Max said, gesturing for her to take a seat. "Thank you for coming. I have an exciting new opportunity I'd like to discuss with you."

  As Taylor settled into the chair across from Max, she couldn't help but wonder what new challenges - and potential moral quandaries - lay ahead. Whatever Max had planned, she knew it would push the boundaries of her abilities even further. And as she listened to him outline his latest scheme, Taylor found herself both exhilarated and terrified by the possibilities that stretched out before her.

  Sophia pushed open the door to the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and rubber mats greeting her. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for Brian's familiar form. She'd been looking forward to their workout all day, eager to blow off some steam and spend time with him.

  The past couple of weeks had been frustrating. Brian had missed their last few sessions, leaving Sophia to work out alone. She couldn't help but wonder if she was doing something wrong, if maybe she wasn't interesting enough to hold his attention. The thought nagged at her, unwelcome and persistent.

  As she made her way further into the gym, a wave of relief washed over her. There he was, pummeling one of the heavy bags with fierce intensity. His muscles rippled with each punch, sweat glistening on his dark skin. Sophia paused for a moment, admiring the sight before approaching.

  "Looks like someone's working out some issues," she called out, a smirk playing on her lips. "Who are you imagining on that bag?"

  Brian stopped mid-punch, turning to face her. He grabbed a nearby towel, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Hey, Sophia. Didn't see you come in." He gave her a small smile, though Sophia noticed it didn't quite reach his eyes. "And no one in particular. Just... working through some stuff."

  Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Sure." She crossed her arms, fixing him with a pointed look. "You've missed the last couple of workouts. Everything okay?"

  Brian sighed, running a hand through his cornrows. "Yeah, sorry about that. Work's been... annoying lately. Had to put in some extra hours." He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. "Things have been a bit complicated."

  "Well," Sophia said, her tone lighter now, "you're going to have to make it up to me. I've been stuck working out alone, and it's nowhere near as fun."

  Brian nodded, looking relieved at the change in subject. "Fair enough. What did you have in mind?"

  Before Sophia could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, frowning at the screen. "Ugh, seriously?"

  "What's up?" Brian asked, concern creeping into his voice.

  Sophia huffed, shoving her phone back into her pocket with more force than necessary. "It's my mom. She's going back to school to finish her nursing degree, which is great and all, but now she's texting to remind me to cook dinner tonight." She rolled her eyes. "As if I'd forget."

  Brian's brow furrowed. "That's... a big change. How do you feel about it?"

  Sophia shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "It's whatever. I mean, it's good for her, I guess. It just feels like..." She trailed off, struggling to find the right words.

  "Like what?" Brian prompted gently.

  Sophia sighed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Like everyone around me is changing. Ever since I started at Winslow, it's like the whole world decided to go crazy. My friends are always busy with something or other, my mom's going back to school, and I'm stuck feeling like I'm standing still while everyone else moves forward."

  At the mention of Winslow, Brian's posture stiffened almost imperceptibly. His voice, when he spoke, was carefully neutral. "Winslow? I thought you went to Clarendon."

  Sophia looked at him, confused. "What? No, I've always gone to Winslow. I never said I went to Clarendon."

  If she hadn't been so caught up in her own thoughts, Sophia might have noticed the way Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, the subtle shift in his demeanor. But her mind was already racing ahead, giving voice to the frustrations that had been building for weeks.

  "It's not just my mom and school either," she continued, oblivious to Brian's reaction. "My friends... we used to hang out all the time, you know? But lately, it's like they're always busy with something. I can barely get them to respond to texts, let alone actually meet up."

  She started pacing back and forth, her agitation evident in every movement. "And it's weird because that kind of thing never used to bother me. I was always fine being on my own, doing my own thing. But now?" Sophia shook her head. "Now it's like there's this... I don't know, this emptiness or something when I'm alone too much. It's driving me crazy."

  Brian watched her, his expression unreadable. "That sounds tough. Have you talked to your friends about how you're feeling?"

  Sophia snorted. "Yeah, right. Can you imagine? 'Hey guys, I know you're all super busy being successful and stuff, but could you maybe pay attention to me for five minutes?' No thanks. I'd rather eat glass."

  She stopped pacing abruptly, her hands going to her midsection. "And don't even get me started on this," she grumbled, pinching at the slight pudge around her middle. "I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted and stay in shape. Now it's like I can't stop eating, and it's taking everything I have just to keep from gaining more weight."

  Brian's eyes flickered to where Sophia's hands rested on her stomach, then quickly back to her face. "You look great, Sophia. I wouldn't worry about it too much."

  But Sophia wasn't listening. She was on a roll now, all her pent-up frustrations pouring out. "It's not just about how I look. It's... I don't know, it's like I can't control myself anymore. I used to have iron discipline when it came to food, you know? Now it's like there's this constant voice in my head telling me to eat more, even when I'm not hungry."

  She let out a bitter laugh. "Hell, half the time I feel like I'm fighting against myself. Like there's this other version of me that wants to just... give in. To what, I don't know. But it's exhausting."

  Brian was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. When he spoke, his tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of tension that Sophia missed entirely. "You know, I've heard some... rumors about Winslow lately. About some weird stuff going on there."

  Sophia rolled her eyes. "Oh god, not you too. It's all anyone can talk about these days. 'Ooh, Winslow's test scores are up, there must be some big conspiracy!'" She shook her head. "It's ridiculous. Why the hell would a tinker want to work out of a school? It makes no sense."

  Brian shrugged, his posture relaxing slightly. "Yeah, you're probably right. Just thought I'd ask."

  Sophia sighed, suddenly feeling drained. "Sorry for dumping all that on you. I didn't mean to turn this into a therapy session or whatever."

  "Hey, no worries," Brian said, offering her a smile that seemed more genuine this time. "That's what I'm here for. Well, that and to kick your ass in the ring."

  Sophia's competitive spirit flared to life, pushing aside her earlier melancholy. "Oh, you think so, huh? Bring it on, tough guy."

  They spent the next hour sparring, the physical exertion helping to clear Sophia's mind. As they finished up their workout, both breathless and sweating, Brian turned to her.

  "Hey, we should go on a real date soon. Maybe grab dinner or catch a movie or something?"

  Sophia felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, I'd like that. Text me and we'll set something up?"

  Brian nodded, returning her smile. "Sounds good. I'll see you soon, Sophia."

  As Sophia headed to the locker room to shower and change, she felt lighter than she had in weeks. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. Maybe she just needed to stop overthinking everything and enjoy the moment.

  Meanwhile, Brian watched her go, his smile fading as soon as she was out of sight. He pulled out his phone, quickly typing out a message:

  "Lisa, I need a favor. Can you swing by the gym sometime this week? There's someone I need you to check out."

  He hesitated for a moment before hitting send, then added another message:

  "It's about Winslow. I think we might have a problem."

  Brian stared at his phone for a long moment, his earlier frustrations returning. He'd joined the Undersiders to help his sister, to make enough money to get custody and give her a better life. But lately, it felt like everything was spiraling out of control. The failed heist at Medhall, the growing tensions with the Empire, and now this business with Winslow...

  He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. One problem at a time. For now, he'd focus on figuring out what was going on with Sophia and Winslow. The rest... well, he'd deal with that when he had to.

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  With a sigh, Brian gathered his things and headed out of the gym. As he stepped into the cool evening air, he couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to get a lot more complicated.

  Victor leaned back in his armchair, nursing a glass of scotch as he watched Karen move about their living room. Something was... different about her tonight. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a subtle shift in her demeanor, a newfound confidence in her movements.

  "Dinner was excellent, dear," he said, testing the waters.

  Karen turned to him, a pleased smile on her face. "Thank you, darling. I thought I'd try something new." She paused, then added with a wink, "A good wife should always keep her husband on his toes, after all."

  Victor nearly choked on his drink. That phrase... it was eerily familiar. He set the glass down, his mind racing. Where had he heard those exact words before?

  And then it hit him like a freight train. Juliet. His former fiancée, Karen's cousin. She used to say that all the time, usually with that same playful wink.

  "Karen," he said slowly, rising from his chair. "What's going on?"

  She blinked at him, her smile faltering slightly. "What do you mean?"

  "You're... different tonight. And that thing you just said, about keeping me on my toes. That was pure Juliet."

  Karen's face fell, guilt flashing across her features before she quickly composed herself. "I don't know what you're talking about, Alfred. I'm just trying to be a good wife."

  Victor shook his head, stepping closer to her. "No, there's more to it than that. You've done something, haven't you?"

  For a moment, Karen looked like she might continue to deny it. But then her shoulders slumped, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I... I just wanted to be better for you," she said softly.

  "Better how?" Victor pressed, though he had a sinking feeling he already knew the answer.

  Karen bit her lip, then met his gaze defiantly. "I asked Taylor to help me. To... to be more like Juliet."

  Victor closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh, Karen..."

  "I know you still love her," Karen said quickly. "And I know I can never replace her. But I thought... I thought if I could be more like her, maybe you'd..."

  "Maybe I'd what?" Victor asked, his voice gentle despite his exasperation. "Love you more?"

  Karen nodded, tears welling in her eye. "I just want you to be happy, Alfred. And I know I'm not... I'm not enough."

  Victor felt a pang of guilt at her words. He did care for Karen, deeply. But she was right – he didn't love her the way he'd loved Juliet. The way she deserved to be loved.

  He closed the distance between them, pulling her into a tight embrace. "You are enough, Karen. You've always been enough. You shouldn't have done this."

  She sniffled against his chest. "But... but I can tell you like it. The way you've been looking at me all night..."

  Victor couldn't deny it. The echoes of Juliet in Karen's mannerisms had stirred something in him, awakening memories he'd long tried to bury.

  "That doesn't make it right," he said softly. "You shouldn't change who you are for anyone, not even me."

  Karen pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a mixture of hope and determination. "But I like it too, Alfred. I feel... stronger. More confident. Like I can finally be the partner you deserve."

  Victor searched her face, seeing the sincerity in her expression. He sighed, knowing he should put a stop to this, should tell her to reverse whatever Taylor had done. But a selfish part of him couldn't bring himself to do it.

  "We'll talk more about this in the morning," he said finally. "For now..."

  Karen's lips curved into a smile that was achingly familiar. "For now," she purred, trailing a finger down his chest, "why don't we see just how much you like the new me?"

  Victor knew he should resist, should insist on discussing this further. But as Karen took his hand, leading him towards their bedroom, he found himself powerless to refuse.

  The next morning, Victor awoke to find Karen still sleeping peacefully beside him. He watched her for a long moment, his emotions a tangled mess. He cared for her, truly he did. But he couldn't shake the guilt that gnawed at him, knowing he didn't love her as deeply as she loved him.

  And now, with Taylor's alterations... He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He needed to talk to Taylor, to understand exactly what she'd done and why she'd agreed to it in the first place.

  Careful not to wake Karen, Victor slipped out of bed and got ready for work. As he knotted his tie, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him looked conflicted, torn between duty and desire.

  He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. He had a job to do, a role to play. And right now that role involved getting answers from Taylor Hebert.

  The halls of Medhall were quiet as Victor made his way to Taylor's lab. It was early yet, but he knew the young tinker often worked long hours. Sure enough, as he approached the lab, he could see a light spilling out from beneath the door.

  He knocked once, then entered without waiting for a response. Taylor looked up from her workbench, surprise flickering across her face.

  "Alfred," she said, quickly setting aside whatever she'd been working on. "I wasn't expecting you so early."

  "We need to talk," Victor said, closing the door behind him. "About what you did to Karen."

  Taylor's expression shifted, guilt and wariness replacing her earlier surprise. "She told you?"

  Victor nodded, moving further into the room. "She did. What I want to know is why you agreed to it. You know Kaiser's rules about using your tech on Empire capes."

  Taylor bit her lip, fidgeting with a nearby tool. "I... I didn't want to," she said finally. "But Karen was so insistent. I didn't know how to say no without seeming ungrateful or... or disloyal."

  Victor studied her closely, drawing on all his stolen skills to gauge her honesty. To his surprise he could detect no deception in her words or body language.

  "You should have come to me," he said, his tone softening slightly. "Or to Kaiser."

  Taylor nodded, looking genuinely remorseful. "I know. I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again."

  Victor sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What's done is done, I suppose. The question is, what do we do now?"

  Taylor looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

  Victor hesitated, knowing he was about to cross a line. But the memory of last night, of Karen's newfound confidence and the echoes of Juliet in her mannerisms... He couldn't let it go.

  "I want you to use your device on me," he said finally. "To help me... match Karen's devotion."

  Taylor's eyes widened. "What? But... but that would be breaking Kaiser's rules even more!"

  "I know," Victor said grimly. "But I can't let Karen go through this alone. And if I'm being honest... part of me wants this. Wants to be able to love her the way she deserves."

  Taylor shook her head. "This feels like a trap," she said. "Or a test. Are you sure Kaiser didn't put you up to this?"

  Victor opened his mouth to reassure her, but before he could speak, the lab door opened. Theo Anders stepped in, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.

  "Oh," he said, looking between Victor and Taylor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

  "It's fine," Taylor said quickly, a hint of relief in her voice. "Victor and I were just discussing... a project."

  Victor turned to Theo, an idea forming. "Actually, your timing is perfect. Theo, I have a question for you. Have you used any of Taylor's tech before?"

  Theo blinked, clearly caught off guard. "What? No, of course not. I didn't even know about Taylor's... abilities until recently."

  Victor studied the boy closely, but could detect no signs of deception. He nodded, satisfied. "Alright. In that case, I need to ask you to keep what I'm about to do a secret from your father. Can you do that?"

  Theo raised an eyebrow, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Sure," he said. "But if he does find out, I'm taking Taylor's side in this."

  Victor couldn't help but chuckle. "Fair enough. I can live with those terms."

  With that settled, he turned back to Taylor. "Well? Will you help me?"

  Taylor hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded. "Alright. But we need to be careful about this. If Kaiser finds out..."

  "He won't," Victor assured her. "Not from me, at least."

  Taylor nodded, then set about preparing the pod. Victor watched her closely, looking for any sign that she might be planning to double-cross him. But her movements seemed genuine, her focus entirely on the task at hand.

  Finally, she stepped back. "It's ready," she said. "Are you sure about this?"

  Victor took a deep breath, then nodded. "I'm sure."

  He climbed into the pod, settling back as Taylor closed the lid. The last thing he saw before the trance took hold was Taylor's face, a mixture of concern and concentration etched across her features.

  As Victor's eyes slid shut, Taylor's expression shifted. She turned to Theo, a triumphant grin spreading across her face.

  "Well," she said, "that was easier than expected."

  Theo returned her smile, stepping closer to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" he murmured.

  Taylor's grin widened. "Indeed," she said softly. "Now, let's get to work. We've got a lot to do before he wakes up."

  Flashback to a couple of months ago, referring to Chapter 12:

  The sun was setting over the Boardwalk, casting long shadows across the weathered wooden planks. Taylor and Theo strolled along, the sound of crashing waves and distant laughter from other beachgoers providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. They had been talking about trivial things - school, movies, their favorite spots in the city - but Taylor could sense an undercurrent of tension in Theo's demeanor.

  Finally, after a particularly long pause, Theo stopped walking. He turned to face Taylor, his expression serious.

  "Taylor," he said, his voice low and intense. "I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me."

  Taylor felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. "Okay," she said cautiously. "What is it?"

  Theo took a deep breath, then asked, "Are you the Winslow tinker?"

  The question hit Taylor like a physical blow. She stumbled back a step, her eyes wide with shock. "W-what?" she stammered. "I don't... I mean, why would you think..."

  But Theo wasn't backing down. He stepped closer, his voice urgent. "Please, Taylor. This is important. I need to know."

  Taylor's mind raced. How had he figured it out? Had she been too careless? She opened her mouth, ready to deny everything, but something in Theo's expression made her hesitate.

  "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she said weakly, but even to her own ears, the lie sounded hollow.

  Theo shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. "This isn't the place for this conversation," he said, glancing around at the other people on the Boardwalk. "Come on."

  He took her hand, leading her away from the main stretch of the Boardwalk. Taylor followed, her heart pounding in her chest. They wound their way through the crowd, eventually coming to a secluded spot behind one of the closed-up food stalls.

  Once they were alone, Theo turned to face her again. "Taylor," he said, his voice low and intense. "Listen to me. The Empire cannot gain access to you or your tech. You need to go to the Protectorate. Now."

  Taylor blinked, caught off guard by the urgency in his tone. "What? But... the Empire doesn't seem as bad as everyone makes them out to be. I mean, they've been protecting me, and-"

  "No," Theo cut her off, shaking his head vehemently. "You don't understand. It's worse than you think. Much worse."

  Taylor frowned, confusion and frustration warring within her. "What do you mean?"

  Theo's eyes darted around, ensuring they were still alone. He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper.

  "You want to know what the Empire's really like? Fine. Let's start with Hookwolf. Did you know he once set his dogs on a group of teenagers? One of them died. He laughed about it later."

  Taylor's eyes widened in horror, but Theo pressed on.

  "Krieg? He orchestrated a bombing at a synagogue. Killed a rabbi and two others. And Stormtiger? He uses his aerokinesis to rupture people's eardrums for fun. I've seen him do it."

  Taylor felt sick to her stomach, but Theo wasn't finished.

  "Victor and Othala might seem nice, but Victor's stolen skills from dozens of people, leaving them broken shells of who they used to be. And Othala enables all of it."

  He took a deep breath before continuing. "Rune threw a car at a group of protestors last year. Crushed a man's legs. And the twins? Fenja and Menja? They've used their size-changing to literally step on people."

  Taylor shook her head, trying to process it all. "But... Kaiser..."

  Theo's expression hardened. "Kaiser's the worst of them all. He's had people executed for minor infractions. He once impaled a man on a spike of metal and left him to die slowly, just to make a point."

  He grabbed Taylor's shoulders, his grip tight. "This is who they really are, Taylor. This is what you'd be supporting if you join them. Is that really what you want?"

  Taylor felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the brutal reality Theo had laid out. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

  Taylor shook her head, not wanting to believe it. "But... they've been helping me. They protected me from the ABB..."

  "Of course they did," Theo said bitterly. "Because they want to use you. Your tech... it's valuable. More valuable than you can imagine. They'll do whatever it takes to get their hands on it."

  Taylor's mind was reeling. She thought of Kaiser, of how reasonable he had seemed. "How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice small.

  Theo's expression hardened. "Because," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm Kaiser's son."

  The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Taylor staggered back, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What?" she gasped. "But that would mean... Max Anders is Kaiser?!"

  Theo nodded grimly. "He is. And believe me, he's not the man he pretends to be in public. The Empire's ideology... it's just a tool to him. A way to gather more power, more influence."

  Taylor felt like she was drowning, struggling to make sense of this new information. "But... if that's true, why haven't you gone to the Protectorate? Why are you still..."

  She trailed off as she saw the shame that flashed across Theo's face. He looked away, unable to meet her eyes.

  "Because they're still my family," he said quietly. "And because... because I'm a coward. I've known for years what they are, what they do, but I've never had the courage to stand up to them. To do what's right."

  He looked back at Taylor, his eyes pleading. "But you can. You're stronger than me, Taylor. You don't have ties to the Empire. You can go to the Protectorate, tell them everything. Put a stop to this before it goes too far."

  Taylor's mind was spinning. She thought of all the work she had done at Winslow, of the improvements she had seen. Had it all been built on a lie? On a foundation of crime and hatred?

  "I... I don't know," she said, her voice shaky. "This is all so much to take in. I need time to think."

  Theo shook his head urgently. "We don't have time," he insisted. "Every day you wait is another day the Empire has to sink their claws into you. To corrupt your work. Please, Taylor. You have to do this."

  Taylor looked at Theo, really looked at him. She saw the pain in his eyes, the weight of the secret he had been carrying. And beneath it all, she saw a shard of hope. Hope that she might be able to do what he couldn't.

  "Theo," she said slowly, a thought forming in her mind. "Do you... do you wish the Empire really was what it pretends to be? A force for good in the city?"

  Theo's brow furrowed in confusion. "What? I mean... I guess, in a way. I wish my family's legacy was something I could be proud of, instead of... this." He gestured vaguely, encompassing all the ugliness he had described.

  Taylor bit her lip, her mind racing. She thought of her tech, of the changes she had already made at Winslow. Of the potential it held. Slowly, carefully, she asked, "What if it could be?"

  Theo blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What do you mean?"

  Taylor took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "What if... what if we could change the Empire from the inside? Use my tech to... to make them better? To turn them into the force for good they pretend to be?"

  Theo's eyes widened in disbelief. "Taylor, that's... that's insane. You can't just brainwash an entire organization into being good. It doesn't work like that."

  "Why not?" Taylor pressed, feeling a surge of excitement. "My tech... it's not just about control. It's about changing people, making them better. What if we could use it to strip away the hatred, the bigotry? To leave behind only the desire to protect and serve the city?"

  Theo shook his head, looking torn. "Even if that were possible... which I'm not sure it is... it would be wrong. You can't just rewrite people's minds like that."

  "Why not?" Taylor asked again, her voice intense. "If it means saving lives, making the city better... isn't that worth it?"

  Theo ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. "I... I don't know. This is... it's a lot to take in."

  Taylor could see the doubt written on his face but a desire behind it to see things change. She pressed on, her voice earnest. "Think about it, Theo. We could change things. Really change them. Not just for the Empire, but for the whole city. We could make Brockton Bay a better place."

  Theo was quiet for a long moment, his brow furrowed in thought. Finally, he looked up at Taylor, a mix of fear and determination in his eyes. "If... if we did this," he said slowly, "we'd be taking on an enormous risk. If my father found out..."

  Taylor nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was proposing. "I know. But isn't it worth the risk? To try and make things better?"

  Theo listened intently as Taylor explained her abilities, his brow furrowed in concentration. The sun had fully set now, casting long shadows across the Boardwalk. A cool breeze off the ocean made Taylor shiver slightly, but she barely noticed, too focused on conveying the intricacies of her power to Theo.

  "So, you can implant roles and skillsets into people?" Theo asked, his voice low to avoid being overheard. "And you can make them forget about it afterward?"

  Taylor nodded. "Exactly. I can make people forget about the plan except when they're alone. It would be undetectable. Even your father's methods for dealing with masters wouldn't pick up on it."

  Theo's eyes widened. "That's... incredible. And terrifying."

  "I know," Taylor said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But think about what we could do with it. We could change the Empire from the inside out. Make them better."

  Theo ran a hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. "It's risky. My father... he's canny. He has ways of dealing with masters that even I don't fully understand."

  Taylor leaned in closer, her eyes bright with determination. "I can work around that. I can make us forget about the plan when we're not alone. We'd only remember when we're by ourselves. It would be completely undetectable."

  Theo's eyebrows shot up. "Us? You'd do this to yourself too?"

  Taylor nodded. "I could brainwash myself to be more accepting. Not much, just enough to integrate better with the Empire. It would make our plan more believable."

  Theo was quiet for a long moment, staring out at the dark waves crashing against the shore. Finally, he turned back to Taylor, his expression torn. "It could work," he said slowly. "But... I don't know if I'm the right person for this. I'm too much of a coward. I've never stood up to my father, to any of them."

  Taylor reached out, placing a hand on Theo's arm. "Do you trust me?" she asked softly.

  Theo met her gaze, his eyes searching hers. After a moment, he nodded. "Yes," he said. "I do."

  "Then I'll put my trust in you," Taylor said firmly. "I can use my tech to give you confidence, to help you become the leader I know you can be."

  Theo's brow furrowed. "Why don't you do it yourself? Why give me that responsibility?"

  Taylor's expression turned pained. "Because... I don't trust myself," she admitted. "Everything looks like a problem I should just use my tech on. I don't know where to stop. That's why I need you. I'm going to give you my 'leash,' so to speak."

  Theo was quiet for a long moment, processing Taylor's words. Finally, he let out a soft chuckle. "This is insane," he said, shaking his head. "Two teenagers trying to take down a criminal organization that's faced the Slaughterhouse Nine, the Butcher, and has lasted for decades? It's foolish and probably doomed to fail."

  Taylor's heart sank, but before she could respond, Theo continued.

  "Let's do it," he said, a glimmer of determination in his eyes.

  Taylor's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"

  Theo nodded. "Really. But... there's one thing I want to do first."

  He leaned in close, whispering something in Taylor's ear. Taylor listened intently, her expression shifting from surprise to understanding.

  "Are you sure?" she asked when he finished.

  Theo nodded firmly. "Absolutely. It's the right thing to do."

  Taylor took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay. I agree."

  They stood there for a moment, the weight of their decision settling over them. The sound of the waves and distant laughter from the Boardwalk seemed surreal now, at odds with the gravity of what they had just agreed to do.

  "So," Theo said, breaking the silence. "Where do we start?"

  Taylor's mind raced, considering their options. "First, we need to set up some safeguards," she said. "I'll need to create some devices that will help us maintain our cover. And we'll need to establish a way to communicate that won't be detected."

  Taylor pulled out her phone, fingers moving quickly across the screen. "I'll send you links to some of Bad Canary's older songs. Look for my comments under the username 'Canaryfan8008' - and yes, I know how on-the-nose that is," she added with a small smile.

  Theo pulled out his own phone, watching as the notification came through. "Smart. Even if someone checks my phone, they'll just see old Canary songs."

  "Exactly. The altered versions will be in the comment links. They'll help with..." Taylor glanced around before continuing in a lower voice, "the confidence issues we discussed. And some other things we'll need."

  "Won't the comments be public though?" Theo asked, brow furrowed.

  Taylor shook her head. "I've figured out how to encode the real links in a way that looks like normal fan discussion. To anyone else, it'll just look like typical music analysis and sharing remixes."

  She leaned over, showing him her phone screen. "See? 'Love the bass drop at 2:13, check out this remix that really highlights it.' The timestamp and seemingly random remix links - that's our actual communication channel."

  Theo nodded slowly, understanding dawning on his face. "And if anyone investigates the account..."

  "They'll find months of completely normal Canary fan activity," Taylor finished.

  Theo nodded. "I can help with that. I know some of the Empire's security protocols. We can work around them."

  "Good," Taylor said. "We'll also need to start small. We can't just change everything overnight. It would be too suspicious."

  "Agreed," Theo said. "We should focus on the lower-ranking members first. The ones who aren't as ideologically committed. It'll be easier to influence them."

  Taylor felt a surge of excitement. Despite the enormity of what they were undertaking, having Theo on board made it feel more real, more possible.

  "We'll need to be careful about how we present ourselves," she said. "I'll have to seem like I'm gradually coming around to the Empire's way of thinking. And you'll need to start showing more interest in the organization."

  Theo grimaced. "That won't be pleasant, but I can do it. I've had plenty of practice pretending to be someone I'm not around them."

  Taylor squeezed his arm sympathetically. "I know it won't be easy. But remember, we're doing this to make things better. To save lives."

  Theo nodded, his expression hardening with resolve. "You're right. It's worth it."

  They spent the next hour discussing logistics and planning their first moves. As they talked, Taylor could see the change in Theo. He was still nervous, still unsure, but there was a new spark of determination in his eyes. She realized that even without her tech, just having a purpose, a way to fight back against the injustice he'd lived with for so long, was already changing him.

  As the night grew later, they reluctantly decided it was time to part ways. They couldn't risk staying out too late and arousing suspicion.

  "I'll start working on the devices tonight," Taylor said as they walked back towards the main part of the Boardwalk. "We can meet again in a few days to go over the details."

  Theo nodded. "I'll do some digging, see what I can find out about the Empire's current operations. The more information we have, the better we can plan."

  They reached the point where they needed to go their separate ways. Taylor turned to face Theo, suddenly feeling awkward. What they had just agreed to do... it was enormous. Life-changing. How did you say goodbye after something like that?

  Theo seemed to be feeling the same way. He shuffled his feet, looking uncertain. "So... I guess I'll see you soon?" he said.

  Taylor nodded. "Yeah. Soon."

  They stood there for a moment, neither quite ready to leave. Then, impulsively, Taylor stepped forward and hugged Theo. He stiffened for a moment in surprise, then relaxed, returning the embrace.

  "Thank you," Taylor whispered. "For believing in me. For being willing to do this."

  Theo's arms tightened around her. "Thank you for giving me a way to fight back," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

  "Goodnight, Theo," Taylor said.

  "Goodnight, Taylor," Theo replied. "Stay safe.".

  Taylor gave him a peck on the cheek then started to head to the parking lot where her dad was waiting for her.

  Victor stood at attention in Kaiser's office, his posture rigid as he delivered his report on Miss Stepford. The room was immaculate, all polished steel and clean lines, a reflection of Kaiser's own meticulousness.

  "Her work continues to impress," Victor said, his voice steady. "The improvements to our foot soldiers are remarkable. Their efficiency has increased by at least 30% across the board."

  Kaiser nodded, his fingers steepled before him. "And her loyalty? Any signs of... wavering?"

  Victor shook his head. "None that I've observed. She seems fully committed to our cause."

  "And her relationship with my son?" Kaiser's tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp.

  "They appear to be growing closer," Victor reported. "She's quite taken with him."

  Kaiser leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Good. That should help ensure her continued cooperation. What about her activities outside of her work for us? Anything of note?"

  Victor paused, considering. "Nothing unusual. She spends most of her time either in her lab or with Theo. Occasionally she meets with that Barnes girl, but those visits have become less frequent."

  "I see," Kaiser said. He drummed his fingers on the desk for a moment. "And you're certain she's not up to anything... questionable?"

  Victor felt a faint tickle at the back of his mind, as if there was something he should remember. But then the thought "Taylor is a trustworthy girl" echoed in his head, washing away any doubts.

  "No, sir," Victor said confidently. "She's completely devoted to Theo. I can't imagine her doing anything that would put him at risk."

  Kaiser's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Victor's face. Then, unexpectedly, he smirked. "Excellent work, Victor. Keep up the good job."

  Victor nodded, a bit surprised by the praise. "Thank you, sir. Is there anything else?"

  "No, that will be all," Kaiser said, waving him away. "Oh, and Victor? I'm pleased with how Theo is coming along. It seems we'll have a proper heir after all."

  "Yes, sir," Victor said, bowing slightly before leaving the office.

  As the door closed behind Victor, Kaiser's smirk faded. He turned in his chair, his gaze falling on a framed photograph on his desk. It showed a much younger version of himself, standing beside a beautiful blonde woman. Between them was a chubby-cheeked toddler, grinning at the camera.

  Kaiser reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of the frame. "A fine heir indeed," he murmured, his eyes lingering on the image of his first wife, Heather.