Time to plan the barbeque

Gale listened without saying a word. "What virus? Is this virus the reason that the Nazi bitch was able to give me her powers? I am not quite sure how a virus would transfer her personality or whatever that is into me, but I am no virologist. Hell, I barely understand some Supe physiology. Like The Deep, no clue how his gills work. I'm a nurse, not a marine biologist. Do you know which Supes are on guard duty? I know some things about several Supes from their medical files that might come in handy. Do you know the route? If we time it right we can use city infrastructure to our advantage, won't win us any favors with the citizenry, but fuck them they are happy to let a tyrant rule them."

When Cate poured alcohol into her glass, she was not happy. Her face barely showed with only the slightest downward curl of lips. "I only drink to dull that Nazi bitch's influence. If not for her I would have never touched alcohol in my life. I took a vow of abstinence from alcohol. I will not break it more than necessary." Gale looked over to the drunk passed-out Timberly with disdain.