Questions and no answers

I'm staring out of my office window, trying not to think about that room at Headquarters, but it's not working.

Call me Pandora, or whatever other human counterpart she has, I don't care. I need to find out what the hell is in that room.

I turned back around to my desk and punched up the report I'm working on.

I give up. I can't concentrate. This other guy is making me more and more suspicious every time he shows up for a call.

His MO is always the same.

Watch us fight for ten minutes, step in and blow up everything, then roll out. I'm no closer to figuring out who he is or were he comes from. I've even tried to hide around the corner from the calls to see where he comes from.

He just seems appears out of nowhere, which really pisses me off. It's the one power I wish I could have gotten from my father. Teleportation.

I finally got the chance to tell Leroy about the walking tin can, but he doesn't seem to have any more ideas on it than I do. For that matter, nobody I've talked to so far in the U-30 seems to ever remember seeing this guy before.

I was saved my work and walked downstairs to the coffee shop. There was a new staff at the shop, and business had definitely picked up since they had people who actually knew how to make coffee.

I ordered my usual green tea and sat at a table directly across from the register, next to the window. A few minutes later, the sky went completely dark, and a guy walked in and over to the register. Frowning, I tried to remember where I had seen him before, when he put his hand out and caused everything in the place to dim. Then I remembered.

E-Klypse.

I watched as ge made a fist and banged it against the cash register. The drawer shot out and he scooped the money and put it in his pocket. All the while the cashier stood there in amazement.
I started to stand up slowly, trying to ease out and change when he turned around and saw me.

"Sup, baby?" Is this fool talking to me?
I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak.
"How about we hook up and I'll show you a real good time?" My eyebrows raised as I thought quickly. I needed to get him outside so no one could see what was going on. Luckily, he still had it dark enough to cover me.

I stood up and rubbed my hand up his sleeve. Ugh. Polyester. "Why don't we talk about that outside, where it's nice and...dark?"

He started smiling and followed me outside, where - the minute I found a spot dark enough, I proceeded to give him the beat down he needed, then called the police and told them where to find him.

I stolled back into the shop and grabbed my tea and headed back upstairs. That was a nice distraction. Now maybe I could get some work done.