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Perhaps in that moment, he could understand a little of Homelander's arrogance; the ability to kill someone just by looking at them truly resembled the power of a god.
By the end of the day, Kevin's practiced moves confidently included lasers from his eyes, light flashes of various intensities from weak to likely vision-searing, and decent inferior mirages based on changing the location of two segments of space.
Moskowitz particularly remembered one moment when he split the light streams into several different directions and got a simply fantastic picture somewhat resembling a view through a kaleidoscope.
The next day, he finally ordered a batch of mannequins, full-size cardboard figures, regular targets, and five cow legs.
Paying extra for urgency, Kevin received everything by evening and belatedly realized he wouldn't need that much meat at once and had nowhere to store it.
So, after picking up the packages, he had to make an emergency run to the nearest small store and, after paying the seller five times the price of a freezer, haul his new purchase home.
The unexpected acquisition barely fit through the door and now looked extremely unpresentable in the middle of his living room.
After putting the unnecessary part of the cow in the freezer, The Deep returned to the beach and again devoted all his time to training until one in the morning.
For the next week, Kevin was firmly settled on the abandoned beach. It seemed like he was going there for work, which, considering Moskowitz's almost unemployed state, looked quite funny.
The only place Kevin visited besides his home and the beach was a department store, where the king of the seven seas decided to stock up on clothes for ordinary mortals.
At first, the appearance of the former member of The Seven caused a stir, but after the superhero bought a long gray coat, completely unlike the standard exhibitionist's uniform, most people stopped paying him so much attention.
To his surprise, Moskowitz admitted that if he dressed like a normal person and didn't stand out too much, many people simply wouldn't recognize him without his costume.
This was surprising, considering the commercials and several movies that had been released with him in the lead role, but if you thought about it, how many people would actually recognize a commercial star and occasional internet celebrity if he walked past them in real life?
Someone might think it was just a look-alike, and most wouldn't even pay attention to a stranger.
Of course, there were a few who could identify the king of the seven seas and usually showed one of two reactions.
The first group was happy and took selfies; the second cautiously avoided him or even started to confront him.
But society always has its special people, so Moskowitz was "lucky" enough to run into a few extraordinary individuals who, on the contrary, praised him for making Starlight kneel, and a couple of times even offered to re-enact the scene in a secluded place.
And it would have been one thing if they were beautiful women, but after the second such offer from a man, Kevin decided to quietly retreat from the department store.
If the offers had turned into physical hints, he might not have been able to hold back, and his eye lasers were powerful; he didn't need aggressive, active homophobia added to his sexism charge.
After such a memorable trip to the store, Kevin decided not to visit any other public places in the city for the time being and only had dinner at home with ordered food.
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Sitting in a chair that had been previously covered with plastic wrap, a naked Kevin was gathering his courage.
It wasn't that his actions could be life-threatening, and from memory, the training sessions with Homelander were much more painful, but let's be honest, what person with a normal psyche could calmly, without anxiety, make a hole in themselves and dig around in their own insides?
So Kevin had been gathering his courage for ten minutes, hypnotizing the specially purchased scalpel and the bottle of seawater he was already sick of.
Exhaling and finally seeming to be ready, he screwed the sprayer top onto the bottle and pressed it a few times.
Then he put the bottle back and, taking the scalpel, began to feel for the lump with his left hand. With a groan, he widened the opening of his gills and began to cut.
Wincing in pain, Moskowitz had to run the scalpel over the area several times due to the slightly tougher internal tissues, which were not much, but still superior to a normal person's in their resilience.
After removing the tracker from the wound, Kevin pulled his bloody hands out of his stomach, then took a towel and pressed it to the wound.
A few minutes later, when the blood stopped pouring onto the plastic wrap, Kevin stood up from the chair, wiped himself off, and went to take a shower.
After washing up, Moskowitz returned to the room, folded the plastic wrap, and threw it into the bathtub, turning the water on full blast.
While all the evidence of the procedure was being destroyed in the bathroom, Kevin, still wincing from the unpleasant sensation in his stomach, went to the bedroom for clothes.
Dressed, The Deep began to examine the small capsule, which looked more like some kind of pill than a high-quality tracking device.
But Moskowitz remembered that in parallel with the first supes, Vought was also involved in defense projects.
So it was not surprising that such a company had developments or contacts with the military.
Putting the tracker aside, The Deep thought about his order, which was supposed to arrive tomorrow.
From a special workshop, Kevin had ordered a metal mask with a zinc coating.
He also bought zinc paint to apply to his things.
If he didn't have his own physical peculiarities, he wouldn't have had to go to such lengths, but the risk of being discovered when meeting America's favorite was too high.
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