This siege is relentless, pushing the heroes to their limits.
I’m terrified Matt will reach his.
Anyone crack this siege yet?
WarriorHunt.usa
Ever since the siege began, WarNats everywhere have been trying to track the attacks and nail down the plan. But this is like nothing we’ve ever seen. Villains usually follow a set of patterns, committing the same kinds of crimes over and over, but everything that’s been done in name of the siege so far is completely random, from kidnapping, to robbery, to vandalism. I’ve been trying to connect the dots, but I’ve reached my limit. Anyone figure this out yet?
@WNlyfer
no. It’s a mystery. Which is weird. At this point you would’ve thought these Anti Heroes or whatever would’ve made some kind of specific demand.
@GirlPowerSparksJoy
it’s freaking me out because anything could happen at any time. I don’t leave the house much anyway but now I really don’t want to
@VaporLover29
I recently reread the Rise of Warrior Nation series and it kinda makes me think of that time NYC was under a blackout after the Squids attacked? Except that they were radioactive sea monsters, but still.
@SillyMouseTrap
lol that’s a deep cut. That series is bonkers
@TruWarriorGrrl
the Warriors look WRECKED so they better figure this out soon
I’M WORRIED. JOY IS AN HOUR and three minutes late for our date. Our first real date that doesn’t involve impromptu make-out sessions in a supply closet. Or maybe it will, I don’t know, but it has to start first. I’ve been sitting in this booth the whole time, ears perking up like an anxious rabbit every time someone walks through the door, only to slump back down in disappointment. After three minutes, I double-checked my phone to make sure I was in the right place: yup, Portillo’s on Ontario. Five minutes later, after showing tremendous restraint, I sent her a quick “hey r u on ur way” message, heavily edited from the original “do you still want to grab hot dogs and shakes because I’m here but if you’ve changed your mind I understand.” A full thirty minutes sans response later, the scent of french fries became too strong, and I started munching on a fresh batch with cheese sauce. At forty-five minutes past, a wave of angry questions crashed over me. Where is she? Why hasn’t she responded to my texts? Even if she’s out saving the world, a simple emoji would do. Or have Siri reply with a quick “Sorry! Kicking ass and taking names! Be there soon!”
And now I’ve come full circle, worry flooding my veins. Things have been too good for her to randomly ghost me. She’s always finding ways to visit me at work, taking me off coffee duty or whatever random busywork Teddy throws my way, pulling rank to say she needs my help, when really she just wants to hang out. Not to mention she kisses me like no one else ever has before. That has to count for something, I know it.
Something must be wrong. I trash my fry container and head outside, looking up and down the sidewalk to make sure I don’t see her coming, and when I don’t, I start picturing Joy in various states of distress: dangling off the Hancock building, tied to the L tracks, buried under Wrigley Field. God, brain, how is this helpful?! Breaking into a light jog, piles of potatoes sitting heavy in my stomach, I hope a run will burn off some anxious energy. But the scary Joy-in-danger scenes keep coming, causing the liquefied cheese product in my gut to make a sudden and urgent reappearance. Orange-colored vomit hits the sidewalk as I hear Millie’s monotone voice cutting through my Girl Power death montage.
“Significant others are often a Warrior’s first line of defense,” Millie told me a few days ago, after a very panicked Anna called in to say Earthquake wasn’t returning her calls. “It is very likely they will know their hero is missing before anyone else.” I pull out my security card, flipping it over to find the emergency 800 number on the back. While Joy isn’t technically my girlfriend—yet—we have been spending a lot of time together, and I don’t think she’d ditch me if she wasn’t in danger. Do I dial? What if it’s a false alarm? What if I’m getting all worked up over nothing, and Joy is just blowing me off? I will be crazy embarrassed if she ends up being fine and this is the most extreme way of being