Undercover

01/10/2011

This is not her usual thing. No spandex tonight, just low-slung denim and a man’s white ribbed undershirt. The reflection in the mirror doesn’t even look like someone she knows.


Action Transvestite

01/10/2011

For a couple seconds, he wishes he hadn’t cut off all his hair, but the combination of the clothes and the buzzed head looks kind of good, if he dares to say so himself.


Freeze frame

01/10/2011

She knows: she’s run the models, trying to figure out when the next city-wide crisis would hit, when the pattern would make itself known and what they’d have to deal with. The math and machines told her the when, but not the what. That’s the chaos in her theory.


The less-travelled road

01/10/2011

There are no more pleasant dreams.


Meeting Notes

01/10/2011

Post-fight postmortems are boring as hell, and dirty thoughts about teammates help to pass the time.


Unsuited

01/10/2011

She takes a step forward. He backs up a step. Lather, rinse, repeat until he’s run out of steps and his fat ass is up against the wall