Meanwhile, the Loricae who can wear bulletproof suits are rounding up gun-toting collateral damage and hauling them, once disarmed and patted down, to Plumata.

Who loads them up into bird cages.

"Can we skip whatever that is if we promise to play nice?" asks one of the Heartbreaker kids as the collateral is rounded up.

"We don't have spare seats in the car. I guess we could take one of these cars if you really don't wanna find out what kind of bird you are."

"I'd rather not find out." Some of the other kids voice their agreement as well as one of the woman.

"Sheila is definitely not going to behave." the first kid notes when the woman speaks up.

"What is the likely nature of Sheila's mischief?" Tribune, as a fully suited Lorica, is helping with roundups, and in particular is booping everybody she approaches who she hasn't covered yet in case they choose this opportunity to fuck with each other.

"She's going to try to get vengeance for dad," one of the younger girls says without any affect in her voice.

Sheila is glaring daggers at the children.

"I was more hoping for, like, what are her powers. Obviously some of you are going to try to get vengeance for your dad on account of that was his modus operandi."

"She doesn't have any powers - none of dad's wives do." says the blond haired teen who first spoke up.

"I can turn you back," Plumata assures Sheila, and birds her and puts her away.

And soon enough everyone who is to be birded is birded.

Tribune appropriates one of the Heartbroken's cars to load up the kids who promised good behavior. They are all booped so they can't affect each other.

Over of the kids looks a bit nervous but the rest are somewhere between being emotionally flat and having a totally normal expression for a totally normal happy child having a totally normal day.

Not unreasonable.

"So the plan is to stick you in foster care, and then I bap your foster carer with my power so you can't mess with their head and we give them some robots to help out with all the parenting tasks that don't need a personal touch. If any of you have been in secret communication with your maternal aunt or something you should probably say so."

"I've been in secret communication with my maternal aunt," says one of the most cheerfully normal of the kids.

"No you haven't." says a dark haired boy.

"Well it's a secret so you wouldn't know, dummy."

"Well, if you give her name and contact information my robot can follow up on that, and you won't be inconveniencing it at all because it's a robot."

"Oh well in that case I don't actually," she quips back, sticking her tongue at her brother.

"Loser."

But would a loser smile at her brother like this?

Apparently.

"Questions, comments, recriminations?"

Apparently not.

Aisha returns from kicking the body in time to leave.

The two vehicles meet up where they planned the handoff, with psych orderlies for grief-mad wives and fosters for the kids. Plumata debirds people one at a time.

During this process is Galea perhaps a bug????

"Rete please ask Skitter what she's even doing here."

Well right now she's trying to figure out if wasps can survive in molten metal if you dip them in water first because if so that would come in real handy right about now. And separately she's finishing up with some mooks three blocks from that. 

"Tell her I'm cleaning up the rest of the city. And congrats."

"What is THAT supposed to mean?"