Chapter One: A Different Partner
Manhattan, October 1996
"Captain, this is a joke, right?"
Elisa Maza had an odd sense of déjà vu. She had said the same thing when Matt was assigned as her partner to provide some sense of protection. Now it was a little switched around.
Maria Chavez rolled her eyes. "No joke. Detective Diana Levesque has the abilities to become one of our best, and as such I want her trained by the best out there." Flattery while sounding like a hardass. A helpful skill when trying to negotiate with cops.
Elisa sighed. "Fine. Where is she?"
The door behind her opened, and Elisa turned to see a young woman, maybe twenty-five, maybe younger. Her face was non-descript, cheekbones a little high, a tiny scar across her right eyebrow, framed by long brown bangs, the rest of her chocolate hair tied into a braid. Diana Levesque seemed to be a crossover between Elisa and Matt, wearing jeans, a black dress shirt, an unbuttoned suit-coat and a knee-length off-white trench-coat. Her grey eyes were dark, and her skin just a shade lighter than Elisa's.
Diana held out a hand. "Tis a pleasure, Detective Maza." Her accent was soft, French muted by almost ten years in America.
Elisa shook it firmly, drawing a nervous smile to Diana's face. Chavez sighed. So far, so good.
"Maza, Levesque, I need you to investigate a few Gargoyle disturbances." As Chavez had predicted, both Maza's and Levesque's heads snapped toward her, brown and grey eyes wide.
Diana frowned. "What kind? Are there gargoyles we haven't seen before? Are the known ones acting out?"
Elisa looked faintly confused at Diana, but instantly remembered that the gargoyles file was mandatory reading nowadays.
Chavez shrugged. "These ones seem to be similar to Dr. Savarious's original clone of the Big Guy, only...different. No harassment, no ridiculous schemes about money. They seem to be almost identical. Always together. No more than three of them are spotted, but there could be more." Chavez handed over the case file, full of pictures of the three gargoyles.
The trio were indeed almost identical, the only difference being the colour of the long hair that streamed behind them as they glide. Diana almost visibly flinched as she registered the silver-haired, black-haired and golden-haired trio. Them, here? Not good. Diana subtly rubbed the leather cord around her wrist, fingers barely brushing the topaz bead.
Elisa, too, looked uncomfortable. "That sky looks familiar. I know that spot. We're going to the Aerie building."
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