Dragon POV, 12 hours after PRT announcement

Seeing the PRT's official statement on the fight at Canberra irked Dragon. Almost on the same level as Saint's nigh constant incursions into her factories. She didn't see the point: news of what happened at Canberra was all over PHO and, short of taking the website itself down, there was no feasible way to stop it. And that was just one website amongst tens of thousands. Within hours, Taylor's achievement had been all over the internet.

Dragon had contacted the Brockton Bay PRT Director and asked why she'd stymied the news from Canberra. Her response had been surprising.

Turns out that it was a decision made all the way at the top of the proverbial food chain: Chief Director Costa-Brown had given the order to not publicly credit Didact with the death of the Simurgh. When Dragon sent an inquiry, she'd been rebuffed, the Chief Director citing that it was 'need-to-know'.

In the end, Dragon had been forced to drop the matter. The reason being that the Chief Director had ordered her to cease all questioning about matters involving the Simurgh. Which was a strange phenomenon in and of itself. The order had been very specifically worded to avoid any loopholes and there was no way that the Chief Director knew about her status as an AI. The only ones who did know were Saint and his Dragonslayers.

It bothered Dragon greatly, but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Deciding to focus on other matters for now, she made her weekly inspection of the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center next. All systems were reporting in as normal. There had been no attempted breaches in containment in the last four hundred and forty-one days, and no deaths in the last fifty one days. It was approaching the record for longest time without a casualty but she knew that it wouldn't last.

She briefly went over the systems responsible for monitoring the other two Endbringers. The seismic scans hadn't picked up any activity from Behemoth in the last three weeks. Leviathan was in a similar position. It seemed that they didn't react to the Simurgh's demise at all.

A new alert appeared on her sensor suite: this one responsible for monitoring the containment zones. This alert specifically was for Q4 in New York. It wasn't a breach, merely a proximity alert. One of the external cameras was tracking the source of the disturbance: a helicopter that was flying towards the zone.

Dragon started to send a message to it, figuring that it was just some photographers looking for an easy score, when she caught sight of a logo on the side of the chopper. It was very difficult to make out, but she could definitely see the words 'Brockton Bay'. Which begged the question: what was a news chopper doing almost five times its maximum range away from home?

Dragon focused two more cameras on the distant chopper, tracking it as it moved towards the containment zone. She sent a pre-recorded message on a broadband signal to the chopper warning it away. The chopper ignored it, and even began to accelerate. One of the anti-air batteries that were installed to destroy any possible escapees turned outward towards the chopper. It took a moment for the device to lock onto the aircraft, almost as if something was scrambling the signal.

She sent another, firmer warning to the chopper stating that she would open fire if they continued their approach. This was usually the point where most civilians lost their cool and doubled back. The BB chopper barreled forward, practically red-lining its engine. Left with no other option, Dragon opened fire.

The first missile streaked out and the chopper nimbly dodged it. A moment later the missile's safety mechanism kicked in and forced it to explode while it was still away from possible innocents it could harm. Two more missiles launched and the chopper swerved to dodge these too. One missed, but the other clipped the tail rotor and detonated in a fireball.

The chopper began to spin uncontrollably as it crashed. Dragon tracked its decent and realized that it would land directly in the containment zone. She knew that it would probably be better for her to fire another missile and kill the occupants than them be exposed to whatever horror that Nilbog would inflict. Unfortunately her programming stopped her from intervening any further.

Whoever was in that chopper was just going to have to bear the consequences of their actions.