What the fuck?

It was only thought that could graze your mind as you processed the interview that just happened on live television. Homelander just outed your political rival, Victoria Neuman as a Supe. Lasered on VNN. Your TV cut to a commercial break for the time being.

The truth is, you knew. You knew, and you swore not to tell. You knew Victoria at her years in university, the two of you were close. Friends? Lovers? The lines were blurry. Too blurry. Even after graduation, you two kept in touch. Until she announced that she would be running for Vice President-Elect. With Bob Singer of all the men in the world. You questioned her, considering Singer was Anti-Supe. Then, she explained. She was planning to get Singer into office, then pop his head. You kept telling her that sooner or later that her plan would probably backfire. Knowing that, Victoria went along with her plan anyway. And you, sided with the opposite political party. Openly, a Supe.

Given the success of the Singer-Neuman campaign, Victoria took it a sign that she was right. She continued to hide who she was, while you continued to argue with her after every rally, political debate, and public event in which the two political parties met. Though, she continued to believed that this was good. Nothing could go wrong. She had her act under wraps, her past at Red River hidden well. If anyone new found out, she would make sure it didn’t reach the media.

You sat on your couch, still in awe at the event. And soon, calls started to roll in. Your respective presidential candidate, and other representatives from departments within your campaign staff. All of them mostly said the same thing. This was great, considering all the odds. Both political parties were now on a even playing field, neither to be trusted. But with Neuman’s secret out, they could use it to their advantage in the campaign. After an hour of calls, another number calls you. V. Neuman. You picked up the phone, greeted with her panic. “You were right. I made a fucking mistake.”