CHAPTER 359 IDENTITIES
<span style="font-weight:400">I checked with the other girls before leaving. Most were already moving into their apartments. I offered help, but they were super heroes. They were pretty strong as it was. Julie decided to stay behind. Heading to her office I doubted she would get rid of her apartment, but would probably continue to sleep at mine.
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<span style="font-weight:400">The sun gone, I drove Hancock where she directed. New Castle city was busy as usual. Police driving this way or that with their sirens on, old me fought the urge to see what was going on.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“How do your parents know my parents?” I asked, eyeing Hancock. Her bust was hidden by a shirt with a local venue’s logo on the front. In jeans that struggled to hold her firm thighs in, I resisted the urge to put my hand on them.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They go way back,” Hancock said. “At least that’s what I’ve gathered. They disappeared and I was looking through their things. I found old pictures of your parents and my parents together.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“What do your parents do?”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Retired. My dad was a nuclear physicist and my mom was a professor at the college,” she said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“And you, what do you do?” I asked. <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">She hesitated, but mumbled an answer. “Library.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Library?” I asked.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m a librarian,” she rified, and it was a dreame true.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“No you’re not,” I said, shaking my head.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I am,” she said. “I’ve worked at the New Castle Library for a few years now.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s impossible,” I said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Why?”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Because I’ve been to the library. If you were working there I would have struggled to get any work done,” I said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">She blushed, biting her lip as she looked out the window. “I work in the records room.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, hide you away, do they? Don’t want teens hounding you for your number?”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Hardly,” she said. “I just like it there. It’s nice and quiet.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“That doesn’t sound like you at all,” I said with augh.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“And what do you know about me?” She asked, almost offended.
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<span style="font-weight:400">I thought about it. I had seen a lot of her lives. Yes, they were all different, but there had to be some simrities. “You like adventure,” I said. “Or at least adventure books. You love the ocean. Just sitting beside it and watching the waves. You take loyalty to heart. Your word is your bond. And you hate people that lie.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">At a red light I turned to stare at her. I could feel I was right on all counts. “Your parents didn’t say you were psychic.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not. At least not yet,” I said. “Let’s just say…I have a good sense of you, Hancock.” She scoffed. “What?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nothing,” she said, sighing. “Sorry, most people say my name is weird. You…didn’t hesitate to say it.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Hancock?” I asked. “It’s a fine name. Should I call you something else? Han? Cock? Hanc?”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” she said,ughing slightly. “Hancock is fine.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Good. Tell me Hancock, how long has it been since you ate?” I asked.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you mean?” she asked, stiffening.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, I can hear your stomach grumbling,” I said, stopping the car. A food truck across the street I offered, “I’m sure you’re nervous about your folks. But you should eat. You’re all skin and bones…and breasts.” I eyed her rack. She blushed but didn’t feel overly offended.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t think I can eat,” she said.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Trust me. I’m a very good detective. I will find your parents,” I said, touching her hand. “Just take a leap of faith, alright?” I focused on her eyes. There were actual tears there. She bit her lip, trying to keep it together, but nodded. Getting out I ordered us some food and we were back on our way.
<span style="font-weight:400">Biting into a gyro as I drove it took her a bit to get the nerve to eat. As she did she finished the food and I was offering my less than half eaten one. She blushed but epted it. Eating this one more slowly.
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<span style="font-weight:400">We got to her parent’s house across town. Lights on inside she admitted, “I’ve been living here for thest few days, trying to find any sort of clue. They were here 14 days ago. Their neighbors confirmed it. But after that no one has seen them.” I nodded and headed inside.
<span style="font-weight:400">My Observation Haki pushing everywhere I immediately found something odd.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Where’s the basement?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This way,” she said, pointing to behind the stairs. The home was arge 2-story. Hardwood floors,rge grandfather clock, art pieces lining the walls, we walked passed, ignoring most everything.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Your work, I assume,” I said pointing to a poorly drawn picture of 2 parents and a little girl.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Back when I was like 9,” Hancock said with augh. “My mom refused to take it down.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Nice shading,” I said, making her blush. Hancock unlocked the basement and we walked down to find it littered with junk. Piles of boxes everywhere it reminded me of a basement I had been in but I couldn’t remember which.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“What about your parents?” Hancock whispered as I walked to the back room where the furnace was.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“What about them?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You didn’t seem to get along with them,” Hancock said. My eyes were focused, scanning everything as I studied the furnace. “They seemed…nice to me.” <span style="font-weight:400">
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, because you are an outsider,” I said. “They like to y the benevolent benefactors. But trust me, once you’re family, they hate you.” Studying everything with my Haki there was a switch somewhere, I just had to find it. “Why? Care to join me for Christmas?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?” She asked, shyly.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Christmas. You, me, my family. We could have a fun time. I mean, you’ll have to be my girlfriend. And we will probably need to go on a few dates,” I said, my hands reaching up to the rafters over our head. I moved my hand across the cinderblock walls, amazed I hadn’t found anything yet.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“You barely know me,” Hancock mumbled, still nervous.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“I know enough,” I said, shing her a smile as I found it. “So, want to go on that date?” I asked and shifted the key. I had thought the key was a simple thick headed nail, but as I twisted it a floor section moved out of the way, making Hancock gasp.
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<span style="font-weight:400">We both ignored myst question as the staircase was revealed. Concrete steps disappearing below, giving us a way down into the secret hatch.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What is this?” Hancock asked.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“Secretir is my guess,” I said. I didn’t say that I wasn’t sure if her parents were heroes or viins though. Everyone had their secrets. Holding some electricity in my hand it brightened up the area as I stepped down first. Hancock followed behind me slowly.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Ducking down, the staircase turned and we were met with darkness. The only lighting from my hand I could feel Hancock’s fear and apprehension. Coming to thest stair I felt the switch with my Haki and flipped it. Old fluorescent lights came on slowly above our heads revealing a miniature batcave.
<span style="font-weight:400">On one side of the room was argeputer. On the other were 2 costumes encased in ss. One was red, covering a mannequin, on the face was a simple mask that resembled blue mes. The other costume was a white lumescient costume. Thin strips of cloth lining the arms and legs I guessed they were meant to flutter when the wearer was flying. The mask on this mannequin’s face was made of gray feathers.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wh-what is going on?” Hancock asked in awe as she studied the costumes.
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<span style="font-weight:400">“My guess? Your parents were Wren and Barrage.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“What?” She whispered, more as a reaction than a question. Approaching the suits in the cases her hand hovered over the ss covering. “How can you be sure?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Turning to me, Hancock obviously hadn’t known about her parents. I scratched my chin thinking what I should say, but it was hard to deny my wife.
<span style="font-weight:400">“They saved my life,” I said thinking back. I walked up to the fiery Barrage uniform. “You met my parents. They’re rich. Everyone in town knew it. I was kidnapped. Stupid mistake, but it happened.” I sighed, trying to picture the man in the suit in front of me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“For 2 weeks I was held captive until my folks scrounged up the money. Fuckers sure dragged their feet,” I mumbled. “At the drop for the exchange. Barrage showed up, well he was the only one I saw. I always suspected there was another.” I pointed at the costume for Wren. “Barrage grabbed me and got me out of there. Wasn’t ever sure what happened.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My parents…” Hancock said in awe as she continued to stare at the suits.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wh-what does this mean?” She asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“For you? Nothing. We will have to dig in more. Try to figure out if maybe an old viin they took down grabbed them.” I let out a sigh. “Me? No idea. Maybe my parents have more to do with the super hero life than I thought.”
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<span style="font-weight:400">“What are we doing here?” Hancock asked, nervous as she stood behind me. I was working on theputer, the password was finally epted.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Freakin Feral Feline, always picks cat breeds as passwords,” I mumbled as I began to dig through the Sentries’puter. It was older. 1990 era in my original age. Slow, but top of the line in this world. I began to dig through the files.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why did we have to break into Sentry Tower?” Hancock asked. Chewing her nail as she looked around.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Because they have way more information. Especially about old members,” I said. “Wren and Barrage were members about 25 years ago. They probably quit about the time you were born.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So?” Hancock asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, Sentries keep tabs on one another. Especially viins they take down,” I said. “Viins aren’t the best at letting sleeping dogs lie. They like to get revenge. If your parents are missing. It very well could be an old nemesis that snatched them.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are they in danger?” Hancock asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know,” I admitted. “You haven’t noticed anyone following youtely, have you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No,” she said, fear gripping her. As if it would exin everything she added. “I’m a librarian. How would I know?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right,” I said. “Either way it might be best toy low while I dig into this.” Opening the folder on Barrage I printed it out. Scanning the dossier it was longer than expected. The older printer began to whir and groan as it began to spit pages out. I moved to the file on Wren.
<span style="font-weight:400">Scanning hers there were lots of simr names between the 2. As a married couple, or perhaps dating at the time they were in the Sentries, it wasn’t surprising they worked together. But 1 name stuck out to me as I scanned the reports of their takedowns.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The Emperor,” I mumbled. Finding his file I scanned it and it was about 10 times the length as the heroes'' histories. As I printed his sheet out I felt someone heading my way from the balcony. As they got closer I registered who it was.
<span style="font-weight:400">Picking up the stacks of paper I walked toward the door. The other person must have heard us, because she stopped right outside. Hancock hadn’t noticed her yet.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Come in,” I said. Walking forward I opened the door when they hesitated. I revealed Lady Day standing there.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Weston?” She asked, in her costume she must have juste back from patrolling. She was a mix of rage and fear as I stood in front of her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lady Day, so good to see you,” I said. “We were just on our way out. Hancock.” I reached out my hand for her. Hancock was more than a little starstruck at seeing the hero of the city.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing here?” Lady Day asked, stepping into the Information Room. It was where I had spent a lot of my time back in the day. Tracking and learning about all the heroes and viins we had fought.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just digging into a disappearance,” I said. “What’s it matter to you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You-you quit! You shouldn’t be here! Did you break in?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Iughed. Not from her words but the hurt emotions rolling over her. She felt betrayed. Lady Day of all people had no right to feel that way toward me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No, unlike you I don’t break down walls to get ces,” I said. “You left the balcony door open. As per usual. I let myself in. You may have disabled my passwords to get into theputer but there are other ways to get ess.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Now, get out of my way…unless you want another fight?” I asked. I had been training daily. I was ready to take her on again. She flinched, reminded how it endedst time. Biting her lip she stepped back.
<span style="font-weight:400">I grabbed Hancock’s hand and dragged her with me. Coming to therge ss balcony I felt Nightwalker watching in the shadows, but ignored him. Picking up Hancock she locked eyes with me as I began to fly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Who are you?” She asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“No one special,” I said, giving her my best grin as we hovered slightly over the building and descended back to the ground.