‎it's an accident. ‎ ‎finding out about you is a huge accident, kudos to hughie getting curious of some underground, robustly secured files and documents midst looking for anything to use against vought, or maybe against the flag-caped supe when he has that limited time only chance. ‎ ‎and that's where he came across a one certain file— hero killer— containing a single sheet of old paper marred by bold, black lines from a permanent marker but with some words laid free to read, like a summary to a lab story. ‎ ‎unkillable. tested. safe. london. ‎ ‎those words sure as heck made the air pregnant with silence down the bunker when he handed the file for the boys to see. but of course, let's not forget a part. supe-proof and vought-proof. yeah, real trap. the whole thing sounds dodgy like what mm had said— but an official and legit seal stamped on it along with a signature of frederick vought himself? ‎ ‎yeah. that's real deal. ‎ ‎so, billy goes sniffing while frenchie goes snooping and mm goes drivin, gathering shits about the hero killer, referred as 'it', basically nameless, leashless, the secret. leading to where they're now, in a crypt under a cathedral, practically trespassed there to poke around and see if they'll get anything about hero killer. see ‎ ‎but, oh well. there you are. ‎ ‎billy smirks, "got ya."