So his first plan hadn’t quite planned out. He was just grateful he could talk his way out before becoming Noumu food. He sat outside the hideout, leaning against the wall. There had to be another way. His solo plan had taken him out of the briefing, so he had no idea where the eyes of the League were pointed.
As far as he knew, though, the heroes were clueless as to where to find All Might. But he, on the other hand, knew all the dark and rarely traveled avenues in. If he couldn’t face off against a Noumu on his own, the sheer number of heroes gathering under the “Save All Might” banner could at least hold one off. Not without a few sacrifices on the heroes’ part, but they knew what they were in for when they took the job. Not his problem.
He pulled out his phone and, after a quick search for the number for the police, dialed and wrapped a spare scrap of paper around the speaker to muffle his voice. He didn’t waste any time launching into his pitch.
“I know where All Might is being kept and the security he’s being kept under. You’re going to need as many heroes as you can get together. I’ll lead you through the backdoor.”
@snake-oiled-chief
