𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑨

𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔, 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝑰𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌? Ophelia 'VOIDWALKER' Maxwell Vought Supe. Umbrakinesis - Absent Matter Manipulation. 𝑰 𝑪𝒂𝒏.

"Oh shit! Hi! Um. Didn't think you would see me with that fish bowl on your head.."

Peeking out.

She bit into the fabric of her shirt to stay quiet as the chip was ripped through her skin. She turned her head, eyeing the wound left behind and grimaced. "Somehow, I expected worse from them. At least it isn't barbed." She eyed the chip. "They will come looking eventually."

Welp, This is gonna hurt like a bitch.

She nods. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. Just rip it out."

Her nails dug into the table as she fought to contain a scream from the sudden yank, followed by the pain of the chip being jolted. At least, hopefully, it will be gone soon.

She held the vials closely but gave a terse nod. "Do you have.. a place virtually indestructible, maybe?"

"I'll have to carve the tracker out. But I'm listening. Do you have a knife handy?"

"Away? From Vought? Where would I go? I mean.. do you know anywhere I could go?"

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to deal with that."

She nods. "I see. Similar in a way. I'm just thankful for my coffee. My bagel. And to not be poked, prodded, and tested anymore."

Now, why on earth would I be jealous of ( you )?

That's not what the box says, buddy.

"I was treated as a specimen for many a year in their labs. Not a great existence and for that my 'people skills' are 'rusty.'"

I won't, actually.

This is why I hate blonde men. Actually, I can't say that. We all know his hair is bleached anyway. Bottle Blonde. Himbo.

She shrugged. "Probably not. Ophelia. Supe name? Voidwalker. I work for Hell." She means Vought.

I've seen Homelander's ass now. I need to escape this planet.