In the Public Eye: Part 12

I appear to have become one of those people who updates the day after the official due date. This annoys me.

The FBI arrived shortly in the form of unmarked vans and cars. I’d explained the connection between Red Lightning, the ring in the picture, and Magnus to Isaac over the phone. When the FBI arrived, I showed them where the room was, but they didn’t need me after that.

They took the man I’d fought away in an ambulance. I watched the lights flash while standing on the sidewalk where we’d fought.

I walked away from the house, barely able to see the stars in the sky thanks to all the trees. The streetlights didn’t help either.

Not paying any attention to my surroundings, I thought about the last hour’s work. If I took what I’d done at all seriously, I ought to be turning myself in.

Crimes committed? Breaking into Magnus’ house, tapping his phone lines, bugging his house, and hurting some guy who had threatened me (but who, to be honest, had no real way to hurt me).

Crimes prevented/criminals caught? None to speak of so far.

Amusingly, Isaac Lim, the only law enforcement official I knew, had simply told me “good job” and called in a crew to confiscate the evidence I wanted.

Whatever had prompted Dad’s rant about how corrosive being a hero could become, he had a point. I’d just been given positive reinforcement for breaking into somebody’s house on a hunch. It made me wonder how far I could go before they tried to reel me in. On the other hand, the FBI had to have a policy against allowing teenage supers to do anything they wanted.

I was probably overthinking things as usual.

An annoyed voice shook me out of my ruminations. “So you’re just going to leave?”

In front of me a man-shaped cloak appeared, transparent at first, but slowly becoming more solid. Once the cloak became opaque, I realized I could see the hint of a face in the shadow of the hood.

“Dark Cloak?” I asked. He fit the description I’d read on Double V’s website. Dark Cloak was one of Chicago’s independent heroes. From what I remembered, he specialized in gang activity, but he hadn’t been doing very much in the past two years.

His voice told me something Double V hadn’t, however. He sounded my age, maybe a little older.

Ignoring me, he continued, “Whatever they’ve said, they don’t really give a damn about you. If something happens and you stop, they’ll move on to the next guy.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, “I followed less than half of that.”

“They’re using you. What’s to follow?”

I started to say something, but stopped. Being used wasn’t a worry, and Isaac hadn’t promised me anything besides assistance… I was more worried about becoming dependent on the FBI for things we could be doing ourselves.

“Don’t believe me?” he said. “I worked with them for years and then they told me to quit. I can’t say they didn’t have reasons for that, but I’m back now and they still aren’t talking to me. Where’s the gratitude? I gave them Death Mask when I was just sixteen and I’m better than I was then.”

“I remember Death Mask,” I said.

It had been a big deal at three years ago. National news. I remembered seeing him on Late Night with David Letterman. Or was it Jay Leno?

“Well,” I said, “I probably ought to go. Got to get back home before my parents miss me, you know.”

He seemed to stiffen, but then made a small step toward me. “Don’t believe me then,” he said.

“It’s not about belief,” I said. “I just don’t think we’re in the same situation.”

Then I shot myself into the night sky.

Flying home toward Grand Lake across Lake Michigan, I wondered if he’d been the client Dad had talked about.

For a moment, I wished I’d thought of it earlier, but decided it wouldn’t have made a difference. I couldn’t mention my dad without blowing my own secret identity, and he probably wouldn’t have taken the more general question, “Have you ever seen a psychologist?” particularly well.

4 thoughts on “In the Public Eye: Part 12”

  1. I had assumed the client his dad mentioned was Vaughn.

    This chapter is an interesting twist. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

    ~Cindy

  2. Vaughn didn’t get powers until after the story started. Nick’s dad saw this client before the story began. If Vaughn had killed somebody, you can bet that I’d have something that major happen “on screen” as it were.

    I can see where someone could assume it was Vaughn though.

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