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<span class="mu-r">“Felicia, you’re free to go.”</span> you said over the comm, trying to sound normal as you dealt with the flood of information. <span class="mu-r">“I’ve got some other business to attend to.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“You sure? Because I can go all…night…long…”</span> Felicia replied, trying to sound sexy, but ultimately failing as she let out multiple yawns.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah, I’m sure.”</span> you said, trying not to laugh. <span class="mu-r">“Get some rest.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Roger that…”</span> she said, yawning one more time before ending the call. A minute later, you were calling Glass about the other thing you wanted to keep an eye on.
<span class="mu-g">“The what now?”</span> he asked.
<span class="mu-r">“Those gamer terrorists that have been popping up all over the city. I know you used to live underground and all, but there’s no way you could miss them.”</span> you said.
<span class="mu-g">“Oh. <span class="mu-i">Those</span> asshats? Why’re they still here? It’s been over a month.”</span> he said, his voice echoing slightly as he spoke.
<span class="mu-r">“People seem to think that a popular game dev has something to do with it, but they can’t make anything stick in court.”</span> you explained. <span class="mu-r">“But that’s not important right now. There are a bunch of them out right now having a shoot-out with the cops. I was hoping that you might be willing to go and break it up before the situation escalates.”</span>
For a moment, you heard nothing but the sound of cloth rustling and light cracking of crystals over the phone, but then Glass spoke once more with that resonant voice of his.
<span class="mu-g">“Sure as hell beats babysitting Sam, here.”</span> he said, his voice momentarily becoming more muffled than usual. <span class="mu-g">“Shoot me the address and I’ll be right over. Just gotta cover up real quick.”</span>
You knew that Glass preferred to go out with a disguise on. It consisted of a beige baseball cap, a pair of shades, a loose face covering with an army camo pattern, and a hoodie to cover his arms. This was all done to prevent the glare of the sun radiating off his skin from blinding passersby. It also helped him to avoid any mutant haters that might be walking the streets. As a mutant, he might not be terribly fond of cops, but he was once an X-Man, so you knew that he must have an altruistic side to him. The fact that he didn’t protest, even a little, told you everything that you needed to know.
With that out of the way, you thanked him and ended the call. When you returned your attention back to Madame Web…you found nothing. She was gone, and so was her presence in your mind. You would have to get used to that.
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As you drew closer to the location that Web had specified in her psychic projection, it became glaringly obvious why she had bothered to bring this to your attention. This was far more than a petty dispute between metas. The two of them were tearing the city to pieces!
Well…the guy piloting the giant golden wheel was, anyway. The guy he was chasing seemed…vaguely familiar. He had dark skin, and wore a bright orange and yellow costume.
