Traveler 27 (Patreon)

NOTE:
I wanted to get this chapter done so it wasn't left hanging for however long it takes to write another chapter.
NOTE 2:
There is a lot of violence in this chapter. Pretty standard for the setting.


Ben followed Homelander at a distance. It was easy to see he was fleeing to the Vought building. He tapped into his super-speed for some time to think. Storming the Vought building would bring The Seven down on him in a matter of minutes. Would that be so bad? It would save a lot of time instead of tracking them down one at a time. Starlight hadn't been added to the team yet so the only one he would need to be careful with would be Maeve.

A wicked smile crossed his face as he took a small detour before continuing to follow Homelander.

HOMELANDER

Homelander, that was his name not John. How dare that freak call him such a pedestrian name. He was a god among ants. Vought had to have created this defective moron to make him look bad. He wasn't going to let them replace him.

He burst through the window of Madelyne's office. She didn't scream. Damn, she was sexy. He had to make her his. No, she had to want to be his. Her heartbeat spiked for a moment at the sudden arrival then calmed a moment after she saw it was him. She wasn't some hairless monkey like the rest of them. Her assistant, whatever the fuck her name was, screamed like the little bitch she was.

"Homelander?" Madelyne raised her eyebrows in question. "Is something wrong?"

He stormed over to her leaving spiderweb cracks with each step.

"You didn't tell me about him!" Homelander growled.

She tilted her head to the side, "Who?"

"The piece of trash that did this!" Homelander held his floppy broken hand for her to see.

Her eyes went wide, "Who did that?"

Madelyne's heartbeat didn't faulter.

"You don't know," Homelander stated.

Their conversation stopped as something small flew through the window. He walked over to it.

"What is it?" Madelyne asked.

He held up the A-Train's head. The bitch of an assistant screamed because of course she did. Madelyne's eyes widened at the sight. She stayed steady as always.

§ Ben – Traveler §

"Madelyn, John," Ben greeted them as he landed. "Ashley, would you get me a cup of coffee? Two cream, no sugar."

She nodded before sprinting out of the office.

"Who are you?" Madelyne asked.

He strolled over to the woman as Homelander glared at him.

"Ben," He offered his hand. "I also go by Traveler."

She raised her eyebrows, "Traveler?" She looked over his outfit. "Not one of ours obviously."

He looked down at his sporting goods special.

"Why are you talking to him?" Homelander hissed.

Madelyne looked from Homelander to Ben, "You did that to him?"

"Hm?" Ben asked. "Oh, right. John."

Homelander wouldn't take any more disrespect from this freak. He charged at super-speed. The windows shattered and Madelyne was knocked off her feet. He smiled at the sound of ripping flesh. It was one that he knew well. Homelander turned to admire the damage only to find the fucker still in once piece. A surge of pure, unadulterated pain erased any further thought.

Ben held up an arm wrapped in a familiar blue fabric. The glove was one he recognized too. He wore the matching one his other hand. The abomination held up the arm and waved at him with it.

"Wow," Ben held up the arm for closer inspection. "This is some nice fabric." He looked at Madelyne as she got back to her feet. "I can see what you mean."

"What did you do?" Madelyne asked.

Homelander narrowed his eyes. Her heartbeat increased. It was one he recognized. Not fear. Arousal. This bastard was trying to steal his woman, and she wanted him to do it.

"Want to see something cool?" He asked her.

She shuddered at his gaze, "Yes."

Ben held up his hand up prepared for a chop. Homelander pushed through the pain, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other to get closer to the bastard. Their words were lost on him. The only thing that mattered was killing this freak.

Ben sliced his hand out horizontally. Homelander lurched to the side. A feral smile spread across his face. The fucker had missed. He moved turned toward the bastard. Rather, he tried. Homelander looked down to see his body from his ribs down was on the other side of the room. A portion of his lungs had been torn away making it impossible to hold air.

"Excuse me for a moment," Ben took a step closer to Homelander then raised his foot. "Bye, Johnny." He brought his foot down in a controlled stop. The head exploded like a melon that was introduced to a sledgehammer while the floor underneath remained intact.

"You killed him," Madelyne gasped.

Ben nodded, "Yes."

Further conversation was interrupted as Black Noir burst through the office wall. An invisible arm circled his neck as Translucent tried to choke him. Deep was a few steps behind, obviously unsure of how he would help in the fight. Maeve burst in through another wall. She came to a sliding halt at the scene. There was so much blood, none of which belonged to this stranger.

"One, two, three, four," Ben counted off. "We're missing one." He paused. "Right, you fired Lamplighter."

Noir rushed forward in a blur. He wasn't as fast as A-Train or Homelander, but he had spirit. Noir let loose a barrage of punches, kicks, and even some elbows and a flying knee. He didn't know people used those in an actual fight. Ben ignored the masked supe. He clamped a hand on the arm Translucent had around his neck. A simple squeeze audibly snapped the bone. The invisible man appeared with as he let out a loud scream.

"Do any of you," He paused to acknowledge Noir who was still doing his best to take him down. "Aside from Noir, even know how to fight another super?"

Ben used the now-visible arm as a handle and used Translucent as a club. He swatted Noir through one of the few intact walls before inverting the screaming super in his hands and driving him headfirst into the floor. He wasn't dead yet.

Deep stood frozen. He was already out of his element, literally, and had just seen two of his teammates handled like toddlers while the pieces of Homelander were still warm. Ben could see the 'super' was about to run. A quick burst of laser vision removed his legs below the knees. Deep screamed as he fell to the floor beside his detached pieces. His voice got even louder when an aimed shot removed the sardine between his legs.

Slowly, Ben turned to face Maeve, "Take a seat, we need to talk once this is over."

Maeve's eyes widened, but she didn't move. Ben grabbed one of the fancy chairs in front of Madelyne's destroyed desk. He tossed it underhand over to her. It skidded to a stop a few feet to her left.

He was about to say something more when Noir launched through the hole in the wall. His gloved fist collided with Ben's cheek. They watched as his fist shattered in an explosion of gore that rolled along his arm coming to a stop at his shoulder.

"Damn," Ben winced. "That was like a miniature car crash."

Noir looked at the stub that was now his arm.

"You would have made a great Axel Foley," Ben said.

Noir's gaze snapped to him instead of his stump.

"Shame you're so loyal to Vought," He sighed before punching a hole through Noir's face.

He yanked his arm away, removing remains of the head in the process. Translucent had managed to pull himself out of the hole in the floor. He went invisible as he tried to flee. A quick blast of laser vision ended his attempt.

"X-Ray vision," Ben said with a shrug with a glance toward Meave.

Deep had passed out from the pain. Ben stepped over the remains of Noir and Homelander to get to the aquatic rapist. He hooked a couple of fingers under his jaw and picked him up. Ben walked over to the window. He looked down at the street.

"Do you think he'd survive?" Ben asked. "Let's find out." Ben held Deep outside then let go. He looked over the edge. "I probably should have thrown him."

"Who are you?" Maeve asked.

"Ben," He replied. "Nice to meet you."

"Are you going to kill me too?" Maeve didn't seem all that upset.

He shook his head, "Excuse me for a moment."

She nodded. He turned to face Madelyne.

"Here's what is going to happen," Ben said. "You're going to clean house of supers that are pieces of trash. Then you are going to properly support supers that actually help people."

Madelyne chuckled, "Why do you think I could do that?"

"I don't want to kill a person with a newborn," Ben replied. "Talk to Stan. Make sure he knows."

She went still. After a moment, she nodded.

"You have one year," Ben continued. "I will be back to check on things. The world will be down one mega-corporation if you haven't made any progress. I'll start at the top and won't stop until every member of your board is a pile of goo."

He turned to face Maeve who was sitting in the chair he had tossed to her. Her grip on the arms had left almost a perfect impression of her hands. Ben grabbed the other chair. He dragged it over to sit close facing her.

"Maeve," He paused. "May I call you Maeve, or would you prefer Maggie?"

She stiffened, "Maeve is fine."

"Nice to meet you," Ben smiled. "You're the only one of The Seven that is an actual hero. I know you've lost faith in how the world works. This is your chance to show everyone what true heroes can do. Recruit people that will help others and not become the next Homelander." He paused. "Or you can retire."

Maeve took a deep breath, "What do you mean retire?"

"I'm not going to kill you," He chuckled. "You've been at this for a while. It's perfectly understandable for you to be burned out. Take a vacation, get some rest, and then decide. You have thirty days."

Ben cocked his head to the side to listen.

"Excuse me for a moment," He stepped out of the window and dropped.

He landed gently on the sidewalk beside a growing crowd. They surrounded the screaming form of Deep. The crowd parted as he approached. A super covered in blood wasn't someone they wanted to anger. Deep's wounds had been cauterized by the laser vision. The maimed super let out a bloodcurdling scream. He turned away from Ben and started to pull himself along the ground.

"You survived," Ben spoke as he got closer. He knelt down next to Deep. "Your gills mean you can breath underwater, right. How do you think you would do in space?"

Deep took a shuddering breath, "What?"

"Space," Ben replied pointing to the sky. "Does no one toss people into space here?"

Deep shook his head.

"Why not?" He asked. "Space is big. Really, really big. There is plenty of room for corpses."

"Corpses?" Deep whimpered.

"Let's be honest," Ben patted his shoulder. "We both know you won't be able to breath in space."

He grabbed Deep by the collar of his shirt then lifted off into the sky. The wind buffeted them as he broke the sound barrier a couple of times in close succession. He used the momentum to launch Deep into the void of space. Ben watched for a little bit to make sure the guy actually died.

Ben returned to Vought to find Stan Edgar waiting there with Madelyne and Maeve, who was still sitting in the same spot. He smiled and shook his head as he walked over to the man. The guy stayed cool through it all even though his heartbeat was accelerated. It made sense considering he was standing in a room covered in the pieces of the supposedly most powerful supers in the world.

"Traveler," Stan Edgar greeted him. "Or would you prefer Ben?"

He shrugged, "Ben is fine." He removed the scarf covering his lower face. "Just to let you know, anyone that looks like this." He pointed to his face. "Isn't me."

"Obviously," Mister Edgar replied.

"Seriously," Ben smiled. "I know it sounds silly."

He stripped off the hoodie leaving the compression shirt and pants of his costume. Was there a version of him in this dimension?

"Could you run a face scan, please?" He asked. "I don't want to worry that I accidentally got some poor bastard killed because he shares my face." He chuckled. "They say that everyone has a couple of twins out there."

"We already did," Edgar replied. "You are a ghost unless your secret identity is a mechanic in Colorado."

Ben nodded appreciatively, "Colorado, nice. Nah, I don't even know how to change the oil without a video tutorial."

"Why should we believe you?" Stan Edgar asked.

"Can you pull up a live satellite feed?" Ben answered with a question of his own.

The remaining wall had a few large screens on it. They flickered to life displaying a zoomed-out picture of a small mountain town. It focused on a single-level house with a group of people in the backyard. His doppelganger stood near a grill drinking a beer.

"Is that brand as cheap as I think it is?" Ben asked with a wince.

"His name is Jason Martin," Stan Edgar ignored his question. "He is an exact match."

"Freaky," Ben shrugged.

One of the screens was local news that was reporting on the incident with Deep. They had a poorly censored picture-in-picture of A-Train's headless corpse. It switched between street interviews and a video interview with a Vought PR agent.

"I trust Madelyne's competence to pass along my message," Ben raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

"I have met many men like you," Edgar said. "An idealist that doesn't know how the world works. Do you think you'll make a difference? How much blood do you have on your hands? Why would you ever think you can pass judgement?"

Ben smiled, "I have more blood on my hands than you can imagine. I've killed so many people that I've lost count." He shook his head. "The only difference is that I aim for the horrible people."

"And you decide who counts as horrible?" He asked.

The smile hadn't left his face, "You do realize that there are levels of crime, right? I'm not going to rip the head off someone who's loitering." He sighed. "There is one reason you are still alive."

"Do tell," Edgar sounded amused. "Wow me with your logic."

"Damn, you are cool," Ben shook his head. "You're wearing the face of an actor that I love."

He stared flatly at Ben for a moment before he let out a single laugh, "Truly an intellect to go down in history as one of the greatest."

"You're operating the assumption that I'm one of your lab grown products," Ben said. "I'm aware this isn't a perfect plan, but I'm trying to make the world a better place. Fame, money, worship. I don't care. I'm just a guy with superpowers and a sliver of morals."

He looked at Madelyne then Maeve. Both of their heartbeats were a shade below pure panic. Stan Edgar by comparison was steady.

"This is just another day in the office for you," He rolled his eyes. "You've already got a spin on this." He looked over his shoulder at the broken window. "Did you ever want to fly?"

Stan Edgar's eyes went wide a moment before he was launched through the broken window. Ben watched as the man raced toward the ground. The expression on his face was bored like he was waiting for someone to catch him. It turned worried as he passed the fifth floor. The crowd screamed and scattered as another body fell from the sky.

"That was regrettable," Ben dusted off his hands. "Congratulations ladies, you have been promoted." He met Madelyne's eyes. "Get me a list of the coverups from the last five years. I'm going to save your legal department a lot of money."

"I'll need some time," Madelyne said.

Ben nodded, "You've got an hour." He turned to Maeve. "Get started on a list of heroes to fill out the team that actually act like heroes. I'll be back with your first member shortly."

He put the hoodie and scarf back on before he jumped out the window. An energy blast slammed into him before he reached the ground. Dust, glass, and strips of ripped clothing drifted to scatter across the sidewalk. The crowd in the street cheered at his apparent death.

Their cheers choked off as the smoke around the point of impact drifted away to reveal Ben, now nearly topless. The only part of his hoodie still intact was the hood. His shirt had been reduced to his collar and the sleeve of his left arm. It was a good thing they didn't aim for his crotch since his cloths clearly didn't share his durability. He didn't plan on giving this dimension a show.

His gaze scanned the area for whoever had taken the shot. He found a group of costumed supers clustered on a nearby roof. They weren't anyone he recognized. The show had an entire supe community beyond The Seven. Most of them were horrible people, but there were a few that actually wanted to be heroes. He didn't want to kill one of them.

Ben blurred over to their rooftop. He landed in front of the attackers. There were five of them scrambling to get off the roof. They looked like a team compiled by test group. A balance of races and genders that would look great on advertisements. Two ladies, two guys, and a heteromorph with smooth paperwhite skin to round things out. The blaster was stumbling around like they were drunk. Power exhaustion, the guy had put everything into that shot.

"Ladies, gentlemen," He greeted them.

"Don't kill us," The blaster wheezed.

Ben nodded, "You saw someone take down some big names and thought you would take a shot?"

"You killed them," One of the others yelled at him.

"And you wanted revenger?" Ben asked.

"We won't let you hurt anyone else," Another of the group added.

Ben slowly cocked his head to the side. He had no idea who they were and their crimes, if they had any. There were things that weren't exactly good, but not horrible. He wasn't going to rip the head off a super for something that wasn't hurting anyone.

He nodded, "I have business at the moment. You didn't hurt anyone in your surprise attack, so you'll live for now. I will find any crimes you have committed. You won't see me again if you're actually heroes."

Ben turned toward the West. He drifted higher before speeding away from the city. Des Moines then Seattle. First, he needed some new clothes. He replaced his wardrobe at super-speed, leaving correct change on the counter, before raced up to break atmosphere. A series of sharp explosions echoed through the sky as he broke the sound barrier multiple times in quick succession.

A few people tried to take a shot at him via standard weaponry as well as superpowers. He outpaced them easily. Ben did slow enough to grab any missiles sent his way to limit possible collateral damage. The US government sent jets after him, as though that would do anything. He went a bit higher to prevent them from following. They would track him down eventually. He let out a sigh before adjusting his path back toward the East Coast.

Air traffic increased as he got closer to Washington DC. He landed on the front lawn of the White House and strolled into the Oval Office even as a crowd of Secret Service agents shot him repeatedly. They sent a team of supers after him. A couple of flying bricks, a speedster, and guy that could shoot bone spikes from his arms.

Ben ignored them all. He knocked on the door before opening it. The president wasn't inside. A glance of x-ray vision revealed the guy, whatever his name was, had been surrounded by a security team and was being ushered to a safe room. He wasn't here for the administration.

"Excuse me," Ben said. "Could you call a press conference? This is getting annoying."

One of the bricks burst through the window with their fists out in front aimed directly at him. He turned, caught the agent, and held them at armlength. His other arm came up to snatch the speedster next. Ben idly dragged them along the halls to the newsroom. The brick tore trenches in the floor trying to struggle out of his grasp.

Ben took the spot behind the iconic podium and waited for the press to gather. They moved as fast as possible, baseline, to get a spot.

"You are going to behave and let me answer some questions," Ben ordered. "If not, I'll rip off your arms," He said to the brick. "And your legs," He said to the speedster. "And swap them around." His eyes glowed with restrained laser vision. "Will there be a problem?"

They shook their heads. Ben let them go. He watched them as they slowly backed away.

"Anyone that attacks during this press conference will be dismembered and tossed in the Hudson," Ben announced loudly. "I tore Homelander in half without breaking a sweat. The only people that would be hurt would be the reporters." His voice went cold. "I don't suggest it."

Silence settled in the room as everyone waited for him.

"I'll make a statement before answering a couple of questions," He stated. "I am not here to kill, conquer, or destroy America or any other country in the world. Most people have nothing to worry about. The purpose of my visit here it to remove the monsters you call heroes. Not all of them, just the pedophiles, rapists, murderers, and human traffickers. The actual heroes trying their best to save people and make the world a better place have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of hurting any soldiers, police, or civilians that are ordered to stop me. However, I will disarm and destroy their weapons. Please don't send anymore jets after me. Ejection seats look cool, but I would prefer to not put the pilots at risk," He paused. "I will now take questions."

The conference lasted longer than he would have liked. Yes, he was responsible for turning The Seven into Queen Maeve's solo run. Yes, they deserved it and their crimes will be revealed. Right, Madelyne? No, he wasn't here to kill the president. No, he wasn't going to tell his voting preference. Yes, he had no intention of conquering the world. No, he wasn't employed by Vought or any other corporation. Yes, he did kill Stan Edgar. Was he going to keep his attention to the super community or would he be extending his killing spree to the non-powered people that committed the same crimes? That is a good point. Yes, he would. A monster is a monster regardless of social status, superpowers, or political party.

"No more questions," Ben stated. "I have a busy day ahead of me." He lurched to a halt at the doorway. "Wait, one more thing." He looked directly into the closest camera. "Is this one broadcasting?" The camera operator nodded. "Butcher, I need your intel. You don't have to trust me, but I could use your intel. I am willing and able to do what needs to be done."

Ben sped away now that he had said his piece. All he could do now was hope they would listen. He sighed as a cluster of military aircraft on approach. They all started firing once he was in range. Ben crossed his arms to let them get it out of their system. To them, one moment he was there and the next they were sitting on the ground with their disassembled vehicles scattered around them. It wasn't perfect, there were quite a few pieces that had been removed in broken pieces if they were too stubborn.

He broke atmosphere once before he continued on to Des Moines. His super vision came in clutch to track down his target. Ben landed in the front yard of a suburban house. He could see Annie inside hurriedly putting on her super suit. Doing his best to appear casual, he approached the front door and knocked. It was a measured, polite knock that didn't sound any different than a visitor.

Annie yanked the door open with her hands already glowing.

"Hello," Ben said bowing his head slightly. "May I come in?"

The glow around her hands flickered, "What?"

"Did you think I was here to kill you?" Ben asked. "I'm sorry, that was not my intent at all."

Her hands faded, but stayed alight, "You aren't?"

"Why would I?" Ben chuckled. "Annie, may I call you Annie?"

Her eyes narrowed, "Anne."

"Anne," Ben nodded. "I'm Ben, it's nice to meet you."

"I wish I could say the same," Starlight replied.

He looked at the sky, "Maybe we should take this somewhere away from civilians."

"They wouldn't bomb a town," Annie said.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Do you fly?"

She shook her head. He held out a hand for her to take. Annie looked at his hand then his face.

"There is a patch of open ground I saw on my way here," Ben explained. "I can take you there in case some moron decides to carpet bomb me." He tried his best roguish smile. "I'll protect you if they do."

Annie took his hand. Ben pulled her close before lifting into the air. They landed a few moments later at an empty expanse of flat ground.

"Now," Ben let her go. "We can talk without worrying about Small Town America being introduced to napalm."

"They wouldn't do that," Annie shook her head.

"Agree to disagree," Ben sighed. "You're one of the few heroes I know for certain is actually a hero."

The words struck her like a physical blow.

"I want to take you to New York," He continued. "You and Queen Maeve can rebuild The Seven into something worthy of being called heroes."

"You killed them," Annie clenched her fists.

"Yes," Ben nodded. "Did you see the press conference?"

"What?" She asked.

"I guess that makes sense," He sighed then counted them off. "Homelander was a murdering rapist. Translucent and Deep were also rapist. A-Train was a drug addicted murderer. Stan Edgar was perfectly fine to cover up their crimes as long as they made the company money." He shrugged. "Those are just the crimes I know about."

"That can't be true," Annie shook her head.

"Come with me to New York and I can show you the records," Ben offered his hand. "How long can you hold your breath?"

"Why?" She asked narrowing her eyes at him.

"I can make it to New York in about thirty seconds if I go fast," He explained. "If you can hold your breath, and are durable enough, we can do it."

"Why would I need to hold my breath?" She asked.

"Your first instinct is to take a deep breath once the air hits your face," He replied. "Holding your breath helps. As for your durability, the drag is a bitch. I honestly have no idea how my cloths are still intact. Maybe a limited biological field that creates a protective barrier. Or just some superhero shit that doesn't make sense."

"I don't know," She answered.

Ben scooped her into a princess hold, "Tap my shoulder three times if you need me to slow down." He paused. "Take a deep breath."

As it turned out, Annie could handle up to 2,000 Miles Per hour without any issue. She didn't even need to hold her breath. He kept a hand over her mouth to prevent unwanted bug splatter while she covered her eyes. It still took about an hour at that speed. They couldn't talk over the noise which made the trip rather boring. He did make sure to stop every so often to give her a break.

He took her through the broken window to Madelyne's office. There was a crew at work trying to patch it up. The walls had been taped off to prevent potential injuries. They hadn't covered everything yet. The crew froze as he landed. He pulled down his hood and removed the scarf once he was inside. Ben smiled at the crew as he waved at them. They tentatively waved back.

"In my defense," Ben said. "That was Homelander."

Ashley cautiously approached him with a cup of coffee in her hand.

He smiled at her as he took it, "Thank you." He took a sip. "That's really good."

"Thank you," She replied with a shaky voice.

"Ashley, this is Starlight, Starlight this is Ashley," Ben introduced them.

"I'm aware," Ashley nodded. "We were scouting her for The Seven."

"I just saved you a plane ticket," He chuckled. "Is Madelyne available?"

"She's doing as you asked," Ashley took a breath to calm herself. "The cover-ups and crimes of The Seven are being released to the public."

"And she's blaming it all on the recently deceased Stan Edgar?" Ben asked with a small smirk.

Ashley shrugged.

"Is Maeve still here?" Ben asked.

Ashley nodded, "She's in her room."

"Introduce the two," Ben motioned to Starlight. "I suggest adding Ms. January here as second in command."

Starlight gawked at him. Ashley didn't question his order. She hurried Starlight out of the office, and through the halls.

A quick scan with his X-Ray vision to find Madelyne. The office workers moved out of his way or hid behind their cubical walls as he passed. He shook his head. Sure, he had killed the supposedly strongest heroes about an hour ago, but he wasn't going to hurt them. Did no one see the press conference?

He found Madelyne in the middle of a press conference of her own. The clicks of the cameras kicked into overdrive as he stepped into the room. His face was still exposed, but he didn't care anymore. Madelyne froze when she saw him. He waved her over.

"Excuse me for a moment," Madelyne said.

Madelyne walked over to him. Her heartbeat increased in a way that wasn't fear. She watched him rip apart Homelander and all it did was make her horny for him. That was a little messed up.

"I will be back in one year," Ben stated. "Do what I told you, or things will get very bloody."

Madelyne nodded.

"Bye," Ben gave her a wave.

The Boys – Amazon Original
Brooklyn, New York City, New York, United States – July 2019

A quick search of the Wiki, then a much longer search on Reddit, helped track Butch down. Ben appeared outside a boarded-up restaurant. It was overlooked as just another failed business. Unless they noticed the cameras hidden around the street. He knocked on the door and waited. Ben raised his shirt over the lower portion of his face while looking directly into one of the cameras. This was where Butcher met up with Frenchie. If he wasn't here, then Ben could at least pass along a message.

There was a little buzz a moment before the door popped open. Ben stepped into the restaurant and closed the door behind him.

"I'm here for information, Butcher," Ben said. "Give me a list of names and a list of crimes. I'll handle it."

Butcher walked out of the back with his usual casual ease, "And why should I trust you? How do I know you're not just another supe?"

"I need you to listen to what I'm about to say," Ben said. "I know where to find Becca. I will take you to her regardless of helping me or not."

Butcher froze, "Bullshit."

"Do you want me to take you there or do you want the coordinates?" Ben asked.