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Pyschotic

Spies

"I need something awesome to happen … right…about…now!" Jay looked hopefully up at the giant screen in the control room, and waited expectantly.

Nothing happened.

You didn't really expect that to work did you?

"No, but it would have been nice." Jay answered out loud, so bored that she couldn't even be bothered to worry about someone overhearing her talking to herself. "Night shift is the most incredibly dull thing in the whole wide world."

Why don't we spy on Superman or something?

"That's a ridiculous idea." Jay responded, nevertheless glancing at the controls and trying to figure out how one would go about doing so.

Why, who would you prefer to spy on? Psychotic chirped in with her two cents worth, causing Jay's other self to snort in amusement.

"No Psychotic, the ridiculous thing is not that Jay wants to spy on Superman, but that Jay wants to spy at all."

I do not see why it is so ridiculous. It surely cannot be worse than just sitting up here staring at nothing.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

"Hold up Psychotic. It appears a brilliant new idea is about to burst forth!"

Just shut up and do as I say!

Jay let control of the body flow out of her for a minute while her other self hit a few buttons and entered a password or two. When she got control back, she looked up at the wide screen and settled back into the businesslike office chair. Up on the screen the satellite shifted round to focus on Central City, then zoomed down… and down… a little to the right… and then focused on a little flower shop on the corner of two busy streets.

"Uh… how is this an improvement?"

Wait for it! 

Suddenly a man sized red streak passed straight by. The satellite honed in on it and followed the streak as it proceeded up to Main Central and took a left at the Starbucks. Happy bystanders waved hello as the flash of red sped by, taking corners at reckless velocities, considering that to the best of Jay's knowledge Flash had no way of knowing the streets were clear around the corner.

Uh hello, the guy's reflexes work at the speed of light. What do you think are the odds that if there was someone around the corner he'd crash into them?

"I don't know. Let's make a bet. I bet he hits someone at some point tonight."

Hah, that is one bet you're never going to win!

I must agree with Jay. The Flash reacts too quickly to do something as clumsy as hitting someone.

Jay smiled and settled back to keep watching Flash run. About as interesting as watching paint dry, but with the bet going on things were slightly more entertaining.

Especially as Flash was getting in to the seedier part of town, an area Jay knew pretty well from being bounced around foster homes in that area for quite a while. Flash went by the mall where they'd first found Jay going crazy, then he sped by her old school, where he stopped for half a second and frowned up at the run down, graffiti covered building before zooming off. He took the next right, sprinted across the old park where the swings all creaked, made two lefts and then zipped up a little used side street and came to a stop right in front of a poky little link house, with the paint peeling off the door.

Jay leaned forward and took a closer look.

Is it just me or is that house really familiar?

"Yeah, it's old Maggie Lawrence's house. We used to live there, till we came here."

What on Earth is Flash doing there?

"Never mind Flash, why's the door open? Maggie was militant about shutting everything up by 10.30, remember? She locked us out a couple of times and refused to open up to let us in again."

Flash appeared to find the door a little odd as well. He ran quickly up to the door, but stopped just short of it, and quietly nudged the door open a little, taking a look inside. Whatever he saw can't have been good because he slammed the door open and took two steps into the house, unfortunately taking him out of the satellite's scope.

"Well, hell. Can we override the comm system and switch his earpiece on without him knowing?"

Sure. But we'll have to be really quiet, it's a two way system.

I have not been in this world long, but in so far as you have taught me about your 'morals' I believe that is not entirely acceptable? 

Psychotic, everything is acceptable in the pursuit of information.

"Especially when we're obviously connected to it somehow!" Jay added, keying in the override that would give her access to the conversation in that house.

" – this ain't none of your business, superhero, so get lost." The mean growl came in mid-sentence over Flash's open link. He'd obviously disturbed some strangers in the house.

"Oh come on guys. Is that any way to run a party?" Flash quipped in response, clearly trying to distract the man.

Come on, come on! Give us a clue about what's happening!

"Run this!" The stranger barked, his words finishing on a round of shooting which drowned out any other sound in the room. Jay could just imagine Flash dodging the bullets with ease. The gunfire stopped suddenly, there was a crack that sounded suspiciously like a gun breaking a nose; a deep grunt of pain and then a soft rustle as someone fell unconscious to the ground.

Or at least, that's what it sounds like.

There was silence, followed by a scraping as of something being shifted on the floor. More silence, the sound of a door being swung open. Then: "Sweet! Mardi Cakes! I haven't had one of these in years!"

Jay dropped her forehead into her hands. Flash was an idiot!

More rustling over the intercom as Flash opened the sweet wrapper and continued to wander through the house.

I wonder where old Maggie is?

Maybe she's away again? You know she goes off on those holidays all the time.

Sure, holidays. Whatever.

More background noise, no clues at all as to what Flash was doing. Jay listened as hard as she could, trying to figure out where he was and what he was doing.

Eventually it seemed he'd made it back to the living room, because there was a rustle as Flash murmured "Well, let's see who we've got here." Which Jay took to mean that he was searching the unconscious man's pockets for any kind of identification.

"No ID? Shame on you! What if you'd wanted a drink after work?" Flash's voice held a slight hint of irritation under the flippant tone. "Why don't we take you in to the police station and see what they've got on you? Breaking and entering to start with, obviously."

Seriously, why do superheroes talk to themselves all the time? When we do it everyone thinks we're crazy! 

There was a barely audible grunt as Flash lifted the stranger, and then he was suddenly back on screen carrying a bulky man over his shoulder. The stranger was wearing solid black- a sweater on black trousers, with a leather jacket on. The guy's hair was all mussed up as if he'd been wearing a hat –

Ski mask, probably.

And in his other hand Flash was carrying the semi-automatic the guy had been using. On his way out, Flash pulled the door shut behind him, and then he was speeding off, probably heading for the police station.

Jay sat back in the seat, leaning her chin on her closed fist as she watched Flash zip across to the police station. Maybe the police would be able to get something out of the guy, but judging from the looks of him, he was a professional, so probably not. With a sigh, Jay leaned forward and cut the comm link with Flash, then switched the satellite tracking back to world monitoring. That seemed to be all the information she'd get tonight, and they'd have to figure out a way to find out more from Flash.

Preferably without admitting that we were spying on the guy.

"True. But you know, I was right."

You were?

"I told you he'd hit someone."