No Ordinary Life
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"He had more of a square jaw."
"Like this?" Asked Jim as he moused over the deposit making the changes. Being a sketch artist for the local police department was rewarding. But sometimes for Jim, It just wasn't enough. He wanted to be out there with the cops, fighting and catching the bad guys.
"Just like that. I'm sure of it." Replied . "I do hope the police catch him quick, the bag he stole has my Artie's medication in it!"
"Don't worry ma'am, I'm turning this decription in right now."
"Thank you so much !"
Standing to leave, the brittle old lady reached out to shake Jim's hand and offered him a blessing. Watching her walk away, Jim took the printed out description of the perp who stole her purse and put it in his jacket pocket. Something as small as this probably wouldn't even be a blip on Detective _ radar. Catching the time from the clock on the wall. Jim hurridly logged off his computer and clocked out for lunch. Even though he knew that teh 'big secret' George wanted to tell him pertained to supers, he didn't want to make his friend have to wait on him.
Walking past his car, Jim opted for a faster route and headed for the nearest alley way. Leapi9ng tall buildings was small potatoes for him now. With George's help, he became a lot better with his landings. Hopping down to the closet street near George's work, Jim spotted his friend at teh end of the street waiting for him.
"How'd you know this is where I would drop off?"
George simply threw a crooked smile his way and said:
"You're really going to ask how I knew what you would do? Come on, give me more credit then that!"
"Alright, alright. So what's the big news?"
Lighting up with joy as they crossed the main road to a hot dog stand, George jumped right into a story that seemed like he had been bursting to tell Jim for hours.
"I've found one!"
"A girlfriend?" Jim asked amused knowing that wasn't the answer.
"No! And I told you I'm just focusing on my career right now!"
"Yeah, okay." Says Jim sarcastically thru mouthfuls of his pretzal dog.
"I found another, ya know, you! Well not you exactly, but another you if you catch my drift..."
Taking his chilli dog from teh vendor who was eyeing him oddly, they began walking toward George's building.
"He works at the airport. Remember last week when I flew to D.C. to give a testimony? Well when I was going thru TSA, the metal detector went off!"
"Let me guess, he turned the detector on with his mind?"
"Yes Jim and he also started making me sing the national anthem without even making me move my lips!" "Look I'm being serious, I think he's a super! He asked me to step out of line so he could wave the handheld detector over me. But he just looked at me and said 'Could you please take the Blackberry out of your left jacket pocket and re
"It was a lucky guess George." Jim interupted. "You look like a business man."
Ignoring that he was just rudely interrupted George continued.
"AND he also asked if I could remove the change in my back pocket."
"So he heard you jingle and even if he was one, what does this have to do with 'crime fighting'?"
"I think he can see thru clothes! Wait that sounds kinda dirty, I mean I think he can see thru objects. Just think of how valueble he could be to our team!"
"Okay, so say he can do that." Jim says skeptilily "Who's to say he's a good guy? Most of the supers we've ran into have had power trips."
"Very true, but this is why I have attained his work schedule for this week and you and I are going to check out what kind of person he is."
"Is this another 'If I don't go along with your plan, you're just gonna do it by yourself."
"See I knew you knew me well!"
Shaking his head, Jim agreed to meet up with George later that night to check out the new 'potential' super. Jumping back to work on time, he noticed that he left his cell phone on his desk. Picking it up to check a message, he stares at what Steph has text him 'Dinner 7 P.M. sharp. Be home with a bottle of wine & George. This is not a negotation... Love ya;)'
"Crap"