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Fuckin Superheroes.

The thought had passed through her head a few times - it was weird to think that yeah, she’d be working with them. It was weird to think that someone, somewhere might eventually mistake her for one. It was weird to think that the whole program was aimed at rehabilitation, even though she hadn’t seen much of that. Yeah, it was all told, pretty fuckin weird. So the thought had gone through her head a few times. The watch she had, a Timex that was old by most standards, was still a weight on her wrist she hadn’t gotten used to.

That’s not to say that there weren’t perks. The feeling of heat from the paper cup in her hands, for instance - that was pretty nice. She’s actually gotten the milk to steam, too, and some little voice said that drinking it would be maybe a little waste. But, hell, there was something wonderful about it. A sip or two, that feeling of perfection and warmth. It was way better than any cell.

But hey, Fuckin Superheroes. She’d seen a few already, sitting on one of the seats in a waiting area before relocating to one of the seats outside. A lot of uniforms here, there - spandex, leather, metal, a bunch of different types. They seemed fucking stupid, the kinds of people who thought they were everything in the world and able to make it all the way they wanted. The kinds dof people who thought they were doing great fukkin work, even if it was always a cop putting someone in a van afterwards, a CO taking them to a cell, a shrink asking them how mom and dad were. Yeah, great fukkin work. They were tools, really, but then again she thought to herself…was she much better? She’d be a tool too, except a cheaper one for a lighter sentence. Yeah, always a time. Another sip of the cappuccino. Was pretty good. Maybe it was worth it.

Her Timex clicked on, the tinny speaker working through its paces.

[quote][color=00aeef]"Morning, Alpha Team. This is your Dispatcher Riley Rider checking in. Since losing Tsunami and Meta-Man last week, we've got new team members joining us. Feel free to say hello and make them feel 'welcome'".[/color][/quote]
She stared for a second. ‘Riley Rider’...alright then, Bob Bobberson, Mr Plain-Ass-Clothes. Of course, the fact that they’d lost ‘Tsunami’ and ‘Meta-Man’ was annoying, but the guy didn’t seem too broke about it. Those guys probably just jumped ship for a better job than Claremont. Honestly, probably not too hard. Of course, while she was thinking that another voice came-on, the display saying…’Lightning Girl’. Yeah, alright.

[quote][color=gold]"Hi team, I'm Lightning Girl! I'm an electricity based kind of person.....Riley, please send my apologies to Tsunami and Meta-Man if you don't mind. They uhhh.....I mean, I did tell them I could handle it. I look forward to working with you all, just please don't run in front of me if I'm throwing bolts at baddies! I'm just by the smoking area, good to go when you lot are!"[/color][/quote]
She stared a bit at that, too. Sounded like a schoolgirl bimbo, really. What stupid lottery was it that people like that got lightning of all things? Sounded British, too. Goddamn it. Then Myla looked up from her seat, up to the roof of that building, to see someone standing there in a…fukkin pose before jumping down to a balcony. Probably the girl? God, she didn’t know. Who the heck just does poses on buildings but some jumped-up kid.

She considered what the hell there was to say to all that before resolving something. Setting the cappuccino down, she began to manipulate the little dial for a return message.

[color=crimson]”K.”[/color]