Jonn heard the twin thumps as they closed the car, and walked toward their front doors in matching beams of sunshine. They stopped upon finding a bespectacled young Black man with a silver attache case and a suitcase sitting on their front steps.
"Who are you?" asked Mrs. Manson.
Jonn smiled and put on the sunglasses. "I've always wanted to say this...look right here." The Mansons stared obediently at the little red-
There was a sound not unlike foop.
The Mansons blinked. Jonn shoved the device into his pocket.
"Right...I'm the son of an old college friend that neither of you remember much about, here while, um, studying the anthropological habits of teenagers in high school."
"Wouldn't you get a better sample by researching an assorted number of schools? Ones that don't have all this strange supernatural stuff happen-"
"Did I ask you to talk?"-foop-
Mr. Manson graciously offered to take Jonn's bags up, while Mrs. Manson glazed him a ham. He sat in his room until Danny, Sam, and Tucker came upstairs.
"Um, who are you?" asked Sam, pausing on their way to her room.
Jonn whipped the copy of Seventeen off his face and stood up. He plastered his winningest smile on his face, the one that only made babies cry, and stepped forward, arm outstretched.
"My name is Jonn," he said, and recited his cover story. "From what your parents tell me, you don't usually bring Danny and Tucker here after school."
"They wanted to see my new Linkin Park album, and-WHAT is that you're pointing at me?"
Jonn put away the ASP badge, which he had been staring intently at. "Oh, nothing, carry on."
The Trio edged towards Sam's room, slipped inside, and locked the door, while Jonn collapsed onto the bed. and thought hard. Obviously, none of the three was a Sue. Sam's characterization, while a little off, was understandable; she was a Goth/Punk type, after all, and it was easy for Suethours to mistake that for Nu-Metal. That meant that Sam wasn't the focus of the Sue, and only briefly touched upon.
"Wood to support."
"Simmons to Wood, over."
Jonn paused briefly to think about the Freudian implications of the statement, and replied. "What happened to Caina?"
"ASP has a rotaing support policy. We have more agents than support techs-or 'Scotties'-so we can't afford you guys getting attached. I believe she's currently helping some agent over in the InuYasha fandom."
"Poor girl. Now teach me how to work these fancy gadgets. I need to go to Casper tommorrow, and an eighteen-year old, six-four highschooler just may arouse suspicion."