Stakeouts turn out to be a big part of crime fighting. Even if you're a cyborg that's absorbed the powers of various office supplies and working as part of a super team.
I went to see @
Jess Gynn yesterday and it was rough. So I signed up for the next available mission, hopped in the dropship, and here I am sitting at a coffee shop in Lyon with a clear view of a crêperie across the street. I'm keeping detailed notes on who goes in and who comes out, even making little sketches of the people so I can remember the details. They're horrible sketches. So I'm doodling a bit too, and thinking about @
Dr Krimsborg, DPM's request. For poetry.
This all started because I went to see the doctor about my creative cramps. That was before the staplers in my eyes and the cellotape in my fingers, before meeting Jess and the League of Saviours, before Jess's injury. All this was supposed to be an alternative to poetry, but I'm afraid it's turned out worse.
Celebrity Steamboat Chicken
The alchemist designates vessels
(my other car is a jar)
Sleeping juice oozes like mercury
(the cracks! the cracks!)
Outside the boxes no one goes
(do you like my new hard radiation suit?)
I take off my helmet to see the light
and a panhandler asks me for change
Oh! And there's a very suspicious individual entering the crêperie--it's a young man made entirely out of gold. Gotta go!
Hoo boy. Well, as you can tell, I'm okay now. The guy called Aurum made some sort of device out of the watermelon and parts of his own arm? It's a big conglomerate of wiring and other stuff, but apparently it's healing my soul or something. Funny, I'd never heard of Aurum before this accident, and I had no idea he was made of solid gold. Probably should have done though, cause... y'know... aurum is Latin for gold. It's a bit of an odd name though... like, its the same as me calling myself Fleshy.
ANYWAY, I got out and got to say hello to all of the group again. Argumentative Redhead got squished onto me by Anita, who accidentally taped us together. I guess hugging is hard when your hands are tape. Better than scissors though. It took a while before we were disentangled though. Very annoying. But I don't mind it too much, cause it was an accident and at least I wasn't taped to the wall... but still I think she might have got a little annoyed every time my ears caught on her eyebrow piercing.
But the point is, I'm back! And relatively okay! All I need to do now is occasional treatments with the... thing.
Doctor Krimsborg might be a little harder to deal with though.
Junior SPECIAL Agent Lulu, that is. Official Psy Corps Liaison to Psychic High School. And today we helped save a life.
Psyhigh sure doesn't make things easy for Psy Cop grunts like me. Just when we'd picked up Aurum as part of our ongoing MORMO investigation, we got a call from up top saying we were to escort him immediately to my alma mater, Psyhigh. This comes just after the school called us in on a couple of petty psymaceutical crimes.
And to top it all off, you've got a bunch of costumed psychopaths trying to take the law into their own hands! They almost fouled up our collar on Aurum, appearing at the scene when we grabbed him. The corps' relationship with The League of Saviours has always been tenuous, and now they almost get a kid killed and have to ask for our help to save her? Things have only continued to go downhill at Psyhigh since I left for my full-time appointment with the corps.
Aurum (aka The Golden Boy, Auric G, Mr. Million, Element 79) is one of the Seven Nobles of Dione (Saturn. Why does it always come back to Saturn?), so naturally there's extradition agreements with the Galactic Directorate, but they promised us first crack at him for our MORMO case. But then this detour came up, and we brought Aurum in to help save this kid. He worked with Psyhigh's resident quack, @
Dr Krimsborg, DPM. And a watermelon. Why there was a watermelon in the mix I'll never know.
Not to say Psyhigh doesn't still have its bright spots. We had the pleasure of working with @
Beefur9 on this Aurum case. See, Aurum--like his brothers Argentum (aka The Spoon), Hydrargyrum (aka Hermes the Magnificent), Cuprum (aka The Lincoln Kid), Plumbum (aka The Bullet), Ferrum (aka Nine Iron), and Stannum (aka the Tin Man) is an AI housed in a highly sophisticated android body, and we relied on Beefur and his skills to hack us in. A telepath like me sure wasn't much use.
Aurum is the brightest of all his lustrous brothers--enlightened, really--and probably wouldn't have gotten into a life of crime if his brothers hadn't brought him down. He's a brilliant engineer, and some of the stuff he's made has gotten confused for 35th century work. He's that good. We offered to cut him a deal if he gave us the scoop on the work he'd done for MORMO.
So I'm not surprised he was able to save this kid's life. Now we take him back with us for an extended debriefing, likely followed by a life in the psychic witness protection program.
But then I think the Psy Corps should seriously consider enforcing some specific restrictions on the League to keep them from endangering anyone else. Like we don't have enough to worry about.
What gives? My sister and I were in training for the League of Saviours but now suddenly we're all on bake sale duty. The training was really important because it was helping us control our powers. Whenever I sneeze I randomly teleport somewhere in a 25 foot radius, and my sister makes people's eyes so goopy it impairs their vision. Regular Psyhigh classes help, but not at the same level as the League of Saviours. Did they run out of funding or something? Why is everybody so hush hush?
AaaaaahhhhCHOOOOO!