Adventures In Parodyverse: The Late Hour Part 2

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Adventures in Parodyverse - The Late Hour Part 2

    "I believe your simple plan will not go easily," the Psychic Samurai told Jack Burns calmly as he sat down in the interrogation room. Apparently she had been listening to his conversation with Vicky outside.

    "Where are you going in a hurry?" a Detective asked Vicky as he intercepted her and blocked her way.

    "Excuse me!" she replied rather rudely. "Do you see me harassing you while you get your work done? I need my laptop to write a report. We're supposed to write those, you know."

    The Detective, named Greg Hayden, frowned and continued blocking her way. "This wouldn't have to do with that Psychic Samurai would it?"

    "So what if it does?" Vicky replied, folding her arms stubbornly.

    "It's my case." Greg turned around to motion for another Detective to help him out. When he did, Vicky slipped past him and raced to her office.

    "Hey!" Greg yelled after her.

    "There are some who see me as a rogue element and wish to prosecute me in spite of the evidence," Chiaki told Jack calmly. "To make up for the lack of evidence they wish to remove all resistance."

    With the laptop tucked under her arm, Vicky reached the door of her office at the same time as Greg and the other Detective. They weren't expecting Vicky to be so stubborn - so they were shocked when their human roadblock was met with a violent shove from the smaller girl. It was just enough for what she needed, to make enough space to slip through and walk past.

    Or at least at first, walk. She noticed that they were approaching to gain on her and catch her and she began walking faster until she was at a full run headed toward the elevator. The doors closed just as the other two arrived, and Vicky breathed a sigh of relief.

    Chiaki and Jack stared at her when she arrived at the interrogation room as if they had just been talking about her.

    "You have no idea what happened to me," Vicky complained as she set down her laptop.

    The Psychic Samurai leaned back unconfortably but didn't say a word. She ignored when Jack stared at her, wondering how she knew.

    "Can you type fast, Vicky?" Jack asked, the urgency of the situation creeping into his voice.

    "Yah." Vicky replied matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes as she opened the laptop and began typing quickly. "I've only been typing like...forever."

    The door to the interrogation room burst open and Detecive Greg Hayden and two officers were standing there. "This is my investigation, Burns!" he accused. He waved the two officers to take the prisoner back to the holding area.

    The Psychic Samurai rose, revealing for the first time the reason she had been so carefully handcuffed and bound. She freed herself entirely, and probably did it before. The two officers produced batons with the intent to subdue her.

    Chiaki calmly stood there, hands clasped in front of her. "I don't wish to fight anyone." she spoke in a voice as calm and soothing as a forest stream. "But I also don't wish to be bound and imprisoned any longer either. Please listen to these two detectives."

    "You super-heroes think you're above everyone, above the law," Greg fumed at her. "Well no more. It's my case, and I say you stay here as long as legally possible."

    "Um...'scuse me," Vicky interrupted with a raise of her index finger. "I believe 'as long as legally possible' ends now because of--"

    "You shut the hell up!" Greg yelled at her. "You shouldn't even be here! What are you, a high school intern?"

    Jack tried in futility to subtly discourage Vicky from losing it. He could practically sense her anger rising to critical mass.

    "Don't tell me to shut up, you fucking loser!" Vicky cursed at him angrily. "You don't talk to me like that! Not even if you hate women because your wife's screwing everyone but you!"

    The two officers suddenly forgot about the Psychic Samurai as they instinctively grabbed Greg to hold him back just before he lunged toward Vicky. They were too slow, and Greg reached out to grab her by the throat.

    Jack quickly reached for Greg but he knew he was too slow. His heart quickly went racing...

    And the Psychic Samurai sent Greg tumbling to the floor with two swift movements that nobody entirely saw. The only movement that was entirely clear was her stepping backwards and quietly returning to her seat.

    Greg moaned but didn't get up.

    "I won't stand by and watch that sort of rudeness," Chiaki plainly said.

    "You saw that," Greg moaned some more to the two officers. "She hit me."

    The two police officers didn't move. Jack, still standing, folded his arms triumphantly.

    "While you were busy getting your ass kicked, loser, I finished and emailed my report." Vicky glared at Greg, and then smiled at Jack with that sunny grin of hers. She closed her laptop and looked at the Psychic Samurai. "Chiaki, looks like you're free to go."

    Chiaki looked at Jack for approval, and then at the two officers. Jack nodded, and the officers didn't react. "Thank you for your assistance," she told Vicky. "I will remember you. And your friend." She stood and bowed slightly, and then walked out of the room.

    By that point Greg was beginning to regain his senses and balance, and he dragged himself out the door to try and catch the Psychic Samurai. He was heard cursing outside as he realized that she was gone.

    "Is that really true what you said about Greg?" Jack asked Vicky.

    She shrugged. "I might've looked through a few files and overheard some phone calls."

    "If it's true," Jack replied as he moved to sit closer to her and lower his voice to a near whisper. "You might want to be nicer to him. As someone who's married, my whole world would come apart if I had to deal with something like that."

    "And let him abuse me like that?" Vicky spat.

    "Yes, he's kind of abusive. But there's a nicer way to tell him."

    One of the junior detectives on the floor suddenly stuck his head in the room. "Commissioner Graham wants to see you two," he said, his voice sounding urgent and grave.

    Jack turned to a suddenly worried looking Vicky, and he sighed. "Now's your chance to find a nicer way to say things."

---

    Vicky was using the height difference between her and Jack to her advantage. She filed into Graham's office directly behind him, and remained behind Jack as he waited. Graham was on the phone when they entered. Vicky closed the door silently to prevent anyone in the office from eavesdropping and snickering at them.

    Graham finally hung up the phone. He frowned and leaned over his desk, clasping his hands together. "Have a seat," he said. It sounded more like an order than a request.

    That's when Vicky lost her cover. Jack moved to one of the chairs in the office and sat down. She slouched and tried to be lost in the other plush chair.

    "I hear you authorized the release of a prisoner, and it wasn't even your case." Graham accused.

    "Don, you only heard one side of it," Jack pleaded with him. "It was one Detective's personal vendetta against vigalante types--"

    "You didn't let me finish." Graham rose and scratched at his semi-unshaven face as he looked outside through his office window. "The way I see it I have two problems on my hands right now. I have two Detectives filing a grievance, and I have a dead body in the morgue that no one has yet identified."

    "Two detectives?" Vicky asked instinctively. She wasn't sure whether to be sorry for speaking up afterward.

    "Greg and his partner," Graham explained. "Around here when cops have worked together for a while it's like they're joined at the hip. They start to agree on everything. When one files a grievance so does the other."

    Vicky nodded and glanced at Jack, but she couldn't imagine automatically agreeing with absolutely everything he did.

    "The point is, there's a possibility this grievance and the Psychic Samurai's release could become public," Graham returned to the topic quickly. "If it does and the mayor gets wind of it we're all in trouble."

    "I think I know where this is headed," Vicky interrupted. "You want us to I.D. the corpse and solve the case and fast."

    Graham stared at her for a moment, and then looked at Jack. "Your partner can learn some manners but she's smart." He addressed them both again. "Yes, that's what we need, this case closed and cleaned up before the press gets wind of it. If there's no uncertainty there's nothing to grill us with."

    Vicky bristled at being called rude, but she remembered what Jack said about not losing her temper over those things. "I don't know who the dead guy is," she said, "But I'm pretty sure the Brass Bushi murdered him."

    "Good, a theory," Graham said. "Now prove it. Get to work, you two."

    As they exited Graham's office Jack breathed a sigh of relief. "I was kind of worried. I thought you were going to be in some kind of trouble."

    "Yah." Vicky smiled at him. "We were lucky."


TO BE CONTINUED?

-- Story written and copyrighted (C) 2007 by Jason Froikin, and may not be
-- reprinted without permission.
-- Yuki Shiro designed by Jason Froikin, based on designs by Masamune Shirow
-- Liu Xi Xian and the Psychic Samurai are original design by Jason Froikin
-- Lara Night is an original creation by Jason Froikin

Post By Anime Jason Sat Mar 24, 2007 at 11:55:54 am EDT	Subject Adventures In Parodyverse: The Late Hour Part 2

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