Dax was dropped off at the police station. " Man I can't wait for my first real mission."
Dax had spent all his spare time which since he was in the past meant all the time training which had given a whole new layer of arrogance to his personality. "I'm gonna tear the first villain I see apart." Dresden thought with a smirk.
Alyson breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm doing much better, thanks. You all registered now? I hope so, Captain Marco is looking for Supers for a mission."
She looked over at the other gentleman who came in. He seemed to be looking for someone, and no one was helping him. Don't go on a powertrip, Alyson. You only volunteered for a mission, you're not a full-fledged cop yet. She glaced over at Sandy, hoping he'd say something.
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Sandy blinked as the new superhero group coalesced around him. There were a bloody lot of them, that was for sure. He realized that Captain Marco very likely never had specified how many supers he needed. Nothing for it, then. A quick bit of asking got him access to an encrypted radio. It was rather slower than the ordinary Motorolas that the beat cops wore on their belts, since it had to compress his speech, digitize it, encrypt it, and sent it out in a heartbeat burst; on the other hand he didn't have to worry about interception.
"Captain Marco, this is Doppler from Precinct, over..."
It took a few calls for the captain to pick up, his voice gravelly.
"I've got nearly a squad here, and there's going to be more soon," he said into the mouthpiece. "Got transportation arrangements? I've a feeling you want this to be quiet...okay, so well out in the suburbs, a few buildings there...copy that."
So...van, lorry, helo, patrol cars...what shall it be?
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Gaaah sorry sorry sorry! >.<
"What?" Lyna banged the table furiously. "But... But you can't have hot chocolate without marshmallows! It's, like, a rule or something!"
"Oh? Um... Small, please." Romana adjusted her glasses yet again. "Uh... Calm down, Lyna, looks like you'll have to do without this time."
"But..." Lyna sighed, before slumping back into her seat dejectedly. "Fine then... No marshmallows, then." She then added, through gritted teeth, "Cream should... Be fine."
"First for me." Emote scratched his head. "Despite the obvious applications of my power, I have trouble getting assigned to any big cases that aren't recon. Probably because my power is telepathic, ya know?"
Your god is a cow. Deal with it. I accept that you are vegan. But there is NO POSSIBILITY that you could have been born a chicken."Pleading the Fifth is difficult when the prosecution's always ready to pick your brain," Sandy agreed absently, still on the radio. "Heya, Dax, nice to see you back so quickly—okay. Ten and fifteen minutes, you say? Too-Tall and Snake...well,I've heard about them, at least. Copy, sir. Thanks."
He looked up with a grin. "There's a pair of police birds inbound, ten and fifteen minutes to arrival. That'll provide all the lift we need. Until then, we have access to the building. Use the restroom if you have, get coffee...visit the armory if you need it. If you aren't already bullet-resistant they have light body armor available."
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.That's where I'm headed, Alyson decided, looking down at her light jacket and tank top shirt. I won't last two seconds in a real fight.
"Uh, anyone else need to go the the armory?" she asked, poking her thumb in a random direction behind her. Truthfully, this being her first time at the precicnt, she had absolutely no idea where the armory was.
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Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.Mr Gibbering Genius here. This is the account on my phone, just ro let everyone know.
Following Emote to the armory, Alyson took notice to a poster of the buxom superheroine, "Miss Amazing." The superheroine was flanked by two armor-clad policemen and was striking a heroic pose while pointing at the viewer. In bold, red letters below was the creed, "Always have your partner's back!" In smaller type below, Alyson read, "Be sure to report unregistered Supers."
Will do, Miss Amazing.
As she pulled a kevlar vest from its rack, she absently wondered what kinds of girls Sandy was into. Is he into four-eyed nerds like me, or is he more of a Miss Amazing type? She slipped the vest on under her jacket and made her way back to the lobby.
Give the world the best you have and you will get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.

Sandy interposed himself between Emote and Alyson, keeping a careful check on his own emotions. Mind-affecting powers were the trickiest to guard against...
"Mission first," he said firmly. "You can file for damages later. Here's what it entails..."
Not that much, really, at this point. Get to rendezvous point with Captain Marco; Sandy recalled the man. Ford had compared him to Eastwood and Sam Vimes blended together, and though Sandy had only worked indirectly with him he had a tough reputation.
Registereds, you all have the PM from Cygan?
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.