“Excellent work out there, Mighty Woman,” the man said. “I’m glad to see you back in the field.”
Michelle grimaced. A few hours having passed since the battle, she found herself in a military base near the capital. Her costume had mostly repaired itself, and her womb had mostly been drained of the villain’s seed, but her stomach was still somewhat swollen. Almost immediately after the battle, she had been ordered there for a debriefing, and a conversation with Malcolm Maddison. Head of the Department of Superhuman Affairs, he was a tall, muscular man with a handsome face and a bald head.
“Well, I’m just glad I could help,” Michelle replied.
“You’d sound more heroic if you smiled when you said things like that,” Malcolm said with a laugh. “You haven’t cracked one since you got here.”
Michelle crossed her arms. It was easy for him to say that. These suits didn’t need to fly into the field to do any real work, and they’d certainly never been publicly humiliated and violated like she had.
“Yeah, well, maybe I’m not looking to sound heroic,” she muttered.
“So, I take it you’ll be retiring again?” he asked.