[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/KWWiNfS.jpg[/img][hr][sub][i]Two's a Crowd[/i][/sub][/center][Color=228B22][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]MELBOURNE / AUSTRALIA:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 6[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 09:43 | Commonwealth Bank[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR] [indent] [colour=D3D3D3]"Right, just to be clear, you don't have your bankcard or any ID on you and you want me to withdraw all the funds from this account."[/colour] [colour=228B22]"Yes."[/colour] The man, Stephen by his nametag, just continued to stare at her as Megan offered up her best everything-is-fine smile. [colour=A0522D][i]This isn't going to work.[/i][/colour] For a second the smile faltered, but the customer service representative was looking back to his computer. [colour=D3D3D3]"Look, I can cancel the card but that's all I can do for you."[/colour] Megan sighed and pretended to fumble in her pocket for something before raising her hand to the counter. [colour=228B22]"Would this help?"[/colour] Stephen looked from her empty hand to her face, consternation clearly written in his expression. [colour=D3D3D3]"Did I not make myself clear when I said [i]any[/i] piece of photo ID?"[/colour] Megan didn't respond, she was too focused on keeping the illusion in the man's mind as he reached for the license that didn't exist. [colour=A0522D][i]And you claim to never use telepathy.[/i][/colour] It was getting easier to distinguish the stranger's voice from her own thoughts; if only because she was never so constantly negative. Besides it wasn't telepathy, not really. She wasn't forcing him to give her money, or stealing it. Just expediting things. She wasn't greedy or evil, just hungry. [colour=D3D3D3]"Here is your money Miss. Morse, have a good one."[/colour] The man was already looking past Megan to the next customer, clearly eager to be rid of her. [colour=228B22]"Thanks"[/colour] She took the 300 and odd dollars from the counter, and all but fled out the door. It had seemed more than enough money to get by a week before. When she'd had a place to live, a job, and solitude. Now she doubted it would last more than a week. -- Fifteen minutes later Megan was sitting in a Macca's polishing off a milkshake after finishing a meal that should have fed two. Something about flying across the country and picking up a second consciousness in two days worked up an appetite. [colour=A0522D][i]You'll have to start listening to me eventually.[/i][/colour] [colour=228B22]"Suppose it would be too convenient for you to listen to my own thoughts."[/colour] Talking to herself didn't really go with her usual M-O of trying to blend in, but usually there weren't voices with vital information giving their opinion ever twenty seconds. [colour=A0522D][i]You get the body, I get the subconscious. Just say the word and we can switch.[/i][/colour] That was so obviously a bad idea Megan ignored it, returning to the milkshake. It wasn't like The Other needed much prompting to speak. There wasn't much else for her -or him- to do, and she was the only company they got. She'd have pitied whoever it was, if they hadn't killed a dozen people. Including Jenna. [colour=A0522D][i]Go to Metropolis.[/i][/colour] [colour=228B22]"You know just because you keep saying that doesn't mean I'm going to do it."[/colour] Not only did taking the anonymous, murdering brain parasite where it wanted to go seem to side on the list of super-terrible ideas, but Megan was very reluctant to return to America for reasons entirely her own. Especially with what was happening in the country she was already in. [colour=228B22]"Besides, I [i]saw[/i] you get the gun in Melbourne. Someone sold it to you. Now you can tell me exactly where the guy is so we can move on, or just watch as I pick this entire place apart."[/colour] Before she'd put the block up, they'd been much more connected. Too connected really. Having a second set of memories simply begin to appear from nowhere was not a pleasant experience, but she'd managed to stop the process before The Other had gotten the chance to see too deep into her past. In turn she never actually learned [i]who[/i] it was that had cozied up in her thoughts. But she'd seen enough to know Jenna had died long before a bullet ran through her head, that they had taken and killed at least a dozen other people, and in one of those stolen lives, passed through Melbourne and found an arms dealer. In [i]Australia[/i]. The idea never got any less ludicrous. [colour=A0522D][i]24 Kelling, Block C, Appartment 17. Not far from the harbor.[/i][/colour] [colour=228B22]"Huh."[/colour]The answer came so quickly it left Megan stunned for a moment.[colour=228B22]"Well, thanks."[/colour] [colour=A0522D][i]Of course, the sooner you die the sooner I get out of here.[/i][/colour] She slammed the remains of her meal in the bin. Well. At least they knew where they stood with each-other. [/indent]