Linda’s time in the District had made her somewhat, complacent. There was little to no need to fear any kind of attack there. There were no NOVA agents and most there knew she offered a useful service and were usually more friendly than not. But the main city? Not so safe. 

NOVA may have been gone but they still had some supporters dotted around the city who didn’t seem thrilled he was back. Linda had enjoyed a quiet meal for one in a local restaurant with a book and was making her way home when three men stepped out of the road in front of her, intentionally blocking her path.

Linda stopped, brought her back up and reached inside, hand around some pepper spray, “Gentleman, how can I help you?” she asked, voice clam and steady. 

‘You’re the doc that treats mutie’s right? You’re no good for this city. We’re here to see ya outta it.’