Paris, Part 2
This world is never dull when exceptional people are involved.
After the mess at the Arc de Triomphe (I had to drop by, I always get stuck with cleaning up the loose ends at these things) it seems my new favorite team of misfits wound up in a bit of a sticky situation: a standoff with Luisa Caputi’s Meta team. Luisa’s still her classically cheerless self. Guess her job isn’t easy. A bit of misdirection by Alloy and Adhara left her frustrated again – they kept the fugitive, Damien, out of sight and off camera.
Good on them. Damien seems to’ve gotten a pretty raw deal in all this.
Wisely realizing the MRD had some way of tracking Damien’s alien nonsense lasers, they kept him ‘off grid’ and relocated to the happiest place on Earth. Well, a hotel across the street from the European version of it, anyway. Clinic hatched a reasonably plausible plan to detach the metallic alien parasite that had Damien in its clutches. Of course this plan involved stealing all of the potted plants from the rooftop garden, and most of them from the lobbies an the sixth, twelfth, and eighteenth floors. What? Of course that makes sense. Don’t contradict me, you’re an inanimate object. This is actually where I come in for reals, so it’s my favorite part, even if my role was just to get run over by a slightly lost Victoria. I like her shadow monsters. They’re really far more effective at herding people than my shepherd ever was. I’m digressing a bit. Victoria’s excitement in the twelfth floor lobby aside, the plan went off basically without a hitch, with only a slight explosion towards the end. You know, normal stuff. Damien’s free, nobody’s badly hurt, the shadow monster gets to be a dinosaur (and I missed it…) and eat the mess.
Not long later, these delightful folks are on their way to Venice. Yeah, I know, it’s a slum. All of it. Hate that place. Alloy more or less immediately ran afoul of a local crime lord, by breathing the wrong air or something. Fuzzy on the details. I think their stay was meant to be longer, but Victoria got a prescient warning from her friend at the MRD, “firstname.lastname@example.org”. That prescient warning turned a bit foul the next afternoon, when ninjas with tranquilizers attacked the lot of them at a gelato bakery. Kind of a hectic scene followed that. Carmine di L’Aquila was trampled to death. Sad day. They escaped, though. Alloy got to meet the Universe. Clinic explained how her parents sending ninjas after her is really no big deal. Everyone agreed to leave on a jet plane. (I hate that song.)
…soooo they came to Tokyo, is the short version of it. Adhara’s got them set up in apartment 9.75. What do you mean that’s not the right reference? I know pop culture! I met them there. No melon sandwich cookies this time. I let them know about the trouble with the Sumiyoshi-kai. Seems at least a couple of Adhara’s new playmates like the mantle of heroism. I hope I didn’t put them into any new trouble…
Have to go now. There’s a Kirin waiting patiently for me in the other room.
Seriously, don’t read this.