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Angel's Tale: A MORFS Universe Story
By Joreymay
Part 20
When she got up in the morning, Angel realized that she hadn't told
her parents about the meeting. In fact, she hadn't figured out what
to tell them about the meeting.
In fact, there were a lot of things she needed to tell them. And
despite Lena's reasoning, it could still come back to haunt her.
Still... it was time.
Putting the conversation off, she showered and dressed before going
downstairs. When she thought about doing her makeup and hair, she
faced the fact that she was just delaying the inevitable.
Her parents were down in the living room, relaxing and reading the
paper, when she went down. Before she could get past a "good
morning," her mother told her that her breakfast was in the kitchen,
staying warm for her.
It was tempting. So tempting to delay things that much more.
Not this time. "Could we talk, all of us, while I eat?"
They both looked up at her tone, and agreed. They got coffee, while
she got out her pancakes and sausages. Her mother poured her a glass
of milk, then they all gathered around the table. Stalling one last
time, Angel took a bite of pancake and sausage together, chewed
slowly, and washed it down with a swallow of milk. But she was too
aware of two sets of eyes watching her, two people who were very
important to her, waiting for her to speak.
"I, uh, have a meeting this afternoon, over at the State Park, with
some of my friends." She saw that her parents were still waiting.
"And Dr. Miller."
That got a reaction. Not a big one, but their attitude shifted from
patience to concern.
"What is it about?" her mother asked.
"That's just it - we're not sure. But the fact that she is meeting us
where we've been doing some things," seeing their reaction, she
hurried to add "good things for people, it... well, it makes us think
she knows some things about us."
Her father looked puzzled. "Can't Lena find out?"
"No, Dr. Miller is too well shielded. We don't think she means us
harm or trouble. She has enough pull to do something like that
without even talking to us. But she might know some things, and some
of it is stuff you don't know yet."
Angel was a little surprised to see her father nod reflexively, as
though he knew what she was talking about. Her mother just seemed
concerned.
"Some of us have powers you don't know about. Including me. It's not
my place to tell you about theirs, but you need to know the rest
about mine." She took a drink of milk, then continued.
"You know that I can perceive and kinda control microbes and stuff,
and that I can tell what MORFS will do or has done to people. But it
goes beyond that. I can trigger MORFS in people, and make it do what
I want it to." Her mother's eyebrows shot up, but her father seemed
unsurprised.
"You knew?" she accused him.
"Let's just say I strongly suspected, from the things you were and
weren't saying. Especially about AMORFS."
Her mother jumped in at that. "You started AMORFS?"
"I think so. I did something, at the rally, and we had been talking
about how fitting it would be if something like that happened to all
those bigots, so I think I might have started it."
"But you're not sure?" her mother prompted.
"I didn't even know I could do something like that, back then. And I
didn't actually intend to do it then. It just seemed to happen."
"Who was this 'we'?" her father asked.
"The cousins and me. Janey and David. And none of us were serious. It
was just one of those 'wouldn't it be great' things."
"That explains a lot," her mother nodded. "Especially your reactions
to some things." Then her eyes widened as she thought it through.
"David and Robin! Those powers of theirs didn't just happen, did
they?"
"That was me," Angel squeaked, her voice small.
"And that whole thing you were trying to feed Dr. Miller about Pope
Hill?"
"We think she found out, somehow. That was really all of us. Some of
the stories were already there, so we just sort of used them as a
pattern. Lena reads their minds, finding out what they want and how
they intend to use it. Penny checks to see if doing it would cause a
disaster, David makes an illusion of the spirit thing, and I make the
virus and give it to them. And Robin makes me invisible while I
deliver the virus. They don't know us, or that we're involved."
"They?"
"After David and Robin, there have been two. Both from Smokey Hills."
Her father remembered another reaction, and changed the subject. "Was
the AMORFS thing your only accident?"
"Uh... maybe not. I think, maybe, I kinda accidentally zapped the
Dean when he grabbed my arm to throw me out of his office."
"What do you mean, you think?" her mother asked, sharply. It was a
reflex, when faced with a partial admission by her child.
Angel flinched. "I didn't mean to do it! And I was not sure I even
did anything. I was so upset that he was yelling at me for things he
already knew I didn't do, that I barely noticed the feeling I get
when releasing something like that. I wasn't even sure I did it."
"But when you saw the news report...?" her father prompted.
"The guy with the second adolescence. They said it was an AMORFS
variant, and he was the right age, and just lost his job, and I might
have been wishing he could be on the other end of what he was doing,
and..."
"And you think it all came together," her father finished for her.
Head lowered, she squeaked out. "Yes."
"What will happen to him?"
"Um... if it's what I think, he'll probably be kinda like the twins.
A furry young girl. And no powers."
"How young?" her mother asked, gently.
"Like, maybe, 12 or 13. Middle school age. Early middle school."
"Why that age?"
"I thought about him facing an unfair Dean, as a young and helpless
girl. No Deans in elementary school."
"I guess that makes sense," she conceded. "You think Dr. Miller knows
all that?"
"Maybe not about the Dean. But the Pope Hill thing, we think so. She
must have found out something when we did it yesterday."
"Yesterday?" her mother asked, in her patented Disappointed voice.
"When you knew she was still around?"
"We checked. She was still busy with the police, after she caught the
guy who tried to shoot me."
"WHAT?!" Her mother's reaction reminded her that she had forgotten to
mention the incident at the theater.
Angel tried making light of it. "Oh, didn't I mention that?" She
immediately saw that had been a big mistake.
"No, you most certainly did not mention that."
"It's ok. She caught him. She's some kind of super powerful elemental
herself. Something I've never seen."
"And how many times have you been shot at, that you haven't told us
about?" her mother demanded.
"The other time doesn't count. It was just a tranq dart and..." she
trailed off as she saw her parents' faces. Where was a mad bomber
when you needed one?
"Um... that group they captured yesterday, the ones on the news? They
were the same ones that tried to grab me a couple of days ago. The
people we were talking about being a kidnapping threat, remember? Our
team and the ASA guys..."
"Wait a minute. ASA guys?" her father interrupted.
"Lena says they're some sort of secret international agency or
something. Kind of like Interpol I guess. Anyhow, the ASA guys saw me
go down after I was hit..."
"You were HIT?!" her mother practically shouted.
"Let her finish, dear."
"I don't know how much more I can take."
"She's here, safe and sound. Keep that in mind while we listen. Go
ahead, Angel."
"Um, when the tranq dart hit me, I did the bee sting thing and kept
anything from affecting me. but I went down, like it had. The ASA guy
was a few steps away, in smart camo. When he saw me go down, he
grabbed me..." her mother took a breath, as though to interrupt
again, but her father held up his hand, then gestured for Angel to
continue.
After she finished describing the events, the table was silent. She
suddenly remembered the food in front of her, and tried to fill the
awkward silence with bites of her now cold food and drinks of
somewhat warm milk.
Her father got up, refilled his coffee cup and his wife's, then took
them into the living room. A moment later, he walked back in and
handed one to Angel's stricken mother. A sip of the coffee seemed to
bring her back to life.
"And..." she began, "and that thing at the Streights' house?"
"Totally unrelated." Angel assured them. "Just some guy mad at Mr.
Streight for a legal thing."
They nodded at that. Then her father asked "Anything else you haven't
told us?"
"Yes. But nothing dangerous or anything. At least, I don't think so.
The rest is stuff that is secret because of other people. It's not my
stuff to tell. Anyone."
"So..." Her father switched gears. "Who else knows about this power
of yours?"
"Our team, obviously. Maybe Dr. Miller. Mrs. Tabor found out
accidentally."
"How?"
"I can't say. One of those Other Peoples' Secrets things. Let's
see... um... you two, and I think that's it. Oh, Janey and David
might have guessed."
After another moment of near silence, filled with Angel eating cold
breakfast and her parents drinking flammable coffee, her mother said
"I think we should go to that meeting with you."
"I don't think that's a good idea. When we talked about it, David had
the same idea about his father. We decided it would be easier
without. And if you are needed, Robin can flit you there in an
instant."
Her mother concentrated for a moment. "Lena says the same thing. And
that she can fill us in, if necessary."
After another interminable pause, her mother asked "Why didn't you
tell us all this before?"
"You were already so worried, and there was so much going on, and
there were the things I can't talk about... it just seemed like the
right thing to do. I'm sorry." she ended, miserably.
She found herself engulfed in hugs from both sides.
"We just worry, Angel. As I said before, it's in the job description.
I understand there are things you can't tell us, about the spa and
the theater, and maybe some other things. But I don't want you to
hesitate to tell us the other things." She gave a little laugh. "Ok,
there will always be things you don't want to share with your poor
old parents, but I mean the important things. I would really rather
find out about something dangerous from you than see it on the tube.
Or hear about it around the office."
They put the dishes in the sink, and moved into the living room.
Angel's father wordlessly handed her the comics and the sports
section, her traditional Sunday favorites. She asked for the news
section, and got it as well.
The paper didn't say much more than the news had about the busted
ring. Or the death of Officer John. After going through the section,
she settled in with the comics.
David gave them the all clear. Dr. Miller was alone, and there
weren't any traps he could see. Lena agreed, saying that the Doctor
was the only one in the area she couldn't read, and nobody else was
paying attention to the picnic area.
Robin decided to conserve her energy, in case of some necessary
action, so the four of them walked up to the tables from their nearby
hiding place, while Penny remained behind. The doctor's greeting was
friendly, if a little smug. She offered them some pizza and soft
drinks, which Angel pronounced safe.
Then they got down to business. Dr. Miller had her equipment project
a complex, three dimensional graph. "Do any of you know what this
is?"
Fighting down urges toward wise ass remarks, they silently shook
their heads.
"Each of you, when you use your powers, has a unique signature. An
energy fingerprint." She picked up a familiar box, and casually
pointed it toward Lena as she spoke. "When I spoke with each of you,
this recorded that energy fingerprint for each of you." She glanced
at the box. Then at Lena. "Everyone but you. This graph shows matches
for all four of you, including the pattern I just got from you." she
indicated Lena. "According to this, you were all using your powers
yesterday, focused on an area near here. In fact, right by the Pope
Hill marker."
"But you were..." David caught himself. "How far does that thing
reach?"
"Not this one. I planted some sensors, suitably hidden, around the
area a couple of days ago. This graph is from their data, recorded at
a time when I was busy with the police." She looked pleased with
herself, her ears erect and looking perky, somehow.
"You didn't really think I would fall for that ghost story you all
told, did you? You told it well, if maybe a little too consistently.
And that other person was close, but different enough to make your
stories stand out."
The whole team looked embarrassed about that. And they were.
"I assume that yesterday's person would tell us much the same thing."
"Er... maybe not." Angel started. She had pretty much memorized the
top down view of her own torso that day.
Lena interrupted the shame fest. "Speaking of yesterday's guest, we
have a problem. She's on her way back here with some friends."
"Why is that a problem?" Dr. Miller asked.
"They have explosives."
They quickly outlined the previous day's event, and the nature of
their target and her group. David took a look at them, then projected
an illusion of them for the Doctor. He showed her where the
explosives were, and where their car was. With that information, she
called the rangers and reported seeing teens with explosives on the
road to Pope Hill. She described the car, the teens, and the
explosives. Then she described their location.
David warned them that the girls were about to come into view. He put
up an illusion at the front of the picnic shelter, making it look
empty but allowing them to see out. At a question from the doctor, he
commented that as long as he wasn't hit or anything, shooting or
throwing something through the illusion wouldn't disrupt it.
The teens, two boys and two girls, pulled their car off of the road
at the place it was closest to the hill, then headed off on foot.
David moved his point of view over to them, and then inside the
explosive bundles. They were agricultural grade explosives with a
common electronic detonator.
The detonator was a standard design, widely used for safety. It had a
timer, which would arm the detonator when it counted down, and a
radio controlled switch. The switch, which required a specific,
digitally encoded signal, would cause detonation. The idea was that
the timer would give the handler time to get away before the charge
was armed, so an accidental signal wouldn't have unfortunate
consequences.
David knew he could disarm the charges easily enough, but he would
have to drop the illusion to do so. He was still somewhat limited as
to the things he could do at the same time. Just in case it was
needed, he got ready.
It turned out that it wasn't. The ranger vehicle pulled in behind the
teens' car, and two rangers got out. As they started toward the
teens, one of the boys spotted them and gave the alarm. They turned
to run, but found themselves having problems.
The girl from the previous day found herself frozen with conflicting
reactions, literally unable to move. The boy who gave the alarm tried
to run, but his sandals fell apart, tripping him. The other boy got a
running start, but found himself knocked over by a small black
sphere. Which promptly vanished. The second girl got just two steps
away before she tripped over an unseen obstacle.
The rangers had no trouble rounding them up. They found the detonator
in the teens' car, and carefully disarmed and bagged the bundles.
While they were doing so, two State Police cars pulled up behind the
rangers' vehicle. The rangers turned the prisoners over to the others
for transport, took a last look around the area, then left.
David dropped the illusion.
Dr Miller was mildly impressed. "You kids work well together. And you
can think on your feet. That's useful."
"Uh... thank you," Angel said, speaking for the group.
"Now the question is, what to do with you." The doctor gave them a
stern look. She seemed to think the issue over. After letting them
sweat for a moment, she continued.
"I would like to know why you are going through this elaborate
charade, before I make my decision."
"I want to be able to help some people with my ability to induce
custom MORFS. But if word got out about my ability, I wouldn't last
ten minutes. If I wasn't killed by hysterical morf haters, I would
end up strapped down in some government lab or something, right next
to my friends."
Dr. Miller shuddered, her ears drooping to the sides, and Lena got
brief flashes of scenes in some sort of horrific medical lab and a
sinister pale man. Then the doctor recovered, and looked around at
the four.
"I understand your concern. But why all this?"
"It was a bunch of things coming together. The old stories were
already around. We had been having a good time doing things together,
even before David and Robin got their powers. And, uh... we probably
watched a few too many of those movies where a group of specialists
get together and do something incredible. It just seemed like a good
idea." Angel fell silent, watching the doctor.
Lena was uncomfortable for another reason. Without apparently
thinking about it, the doctor had shielded herself so thoroughly that
even her emotions were not leaking out. If she didn't see her there,
she wouldn't know she even existed.
Finally, Dr. Miller looked around at them. "I should probably stop
you, before you do something we all regret." Then she smiled. "But as
it is, you are a useful resource. I will keep an eye on you. So will
the ASA. And maybe, just maybe, I may tell someone about this strange
place called Pope Hill, and the things that sometimes happen there.
Someone with a real need." She winked.
She turned to David. "I know some people who can help train you to
use your abilities more effectively. When you're ready, call me and
I'll put you in touch with them." She handed him a card.
Then she turned to Robin. "You have abilities you haven't told me
about, and that's fine. But I would also encourage you to think about
talking with those people." She handed her card to her, as well.
Then she turned to Angel. "We need to talk some more, I think. And we
should probably include your parents." Angel couldn't quite read her
tone of voice. It seemed serious, but not trouble-serious. More like
"this could affect your whole life, for better or worse" serious.
Lena spoke up. "That sounds like an exit cue to me. Let's take the
leftovers to my place."
They policed the area, throwing out the trash and gathering the
leftovers. David gathered Lena into his arms, and they flew away.
Robin picked up the leftovers, and vanished.
"I'll take you home." She stepped up to Angel, and a translucent
black sphere formed around them. They lifted into the air, and
quickly flew to the house. For form's sake, Angel invited her inside.
After exchanging greetings with Angel's parents, Dr. Miller took an
instrument out of her briefcase and briefly waved it around the room.
"All right... the rest of you OUT! Angel and her parents can tell you
about it later!"
At a questioning look from Angel's mother, she explained. "Three of
Angel's friends, Miss Brown, Miss Morgan, and Mr. Streight, are
spying on us. Miss Brown," she gestured, and a somewhat larger than
Robin sized, opaque black ovoid appeared across the room. "It's rude
to come into someone else's house unannounced and uninvited, to
eavesdrop on a private conversation. I suggest you leave, before you
embarrass yourself and your friends any more."
Robin found herself literally in the dark. And after that last
comment from Dr. Miller, she found she couldn't hear anything,
either. With a pout, she gave up and flitted back to Lena's house.
After removing the now-empty ovoid, Dr. Miller addressed an empty
space in front of her. "And now you, Mr. Streight. I do not think
your parents would approve of this abuse of your abilities.
Particularly your father. Shall I call and find out?" She indicated
her eCom. A moment later, she nodded and put it down.
She seemed to concentrate for a moment, and then she smiled. "Now
that we have a little privacy, we need to talk. Usually, when someone
tells a girl and her parents that the girl has a lot of potential, it
is either followed by a recruiting speech or an expression of
disappointment about the girl's achievements. This is neither."
"Your daughter is an incredible resource. And an incredible danger.
If some of her abilities become known, the world will become a very
dangerous place for her. Some people and groups would want to kill
her outright. Others would want to control her, use her for their own
ends. Some would go after her directly, others by going after her
family and friends."
"On the other hand, she has made some very powerful friends. Some in
terms of political and economic power, some in terms of more direct
forms of power, and some both. That presents its own sets of dangers
and benefits."
"For most girls her age... your age," she turned to Angel. "It is
important to start thinking about the future. Especially about
careers and other life choices. With the better known parts of your
abilities, you can build careers that make your theater and spa
activities look like typical summer jobs. You can also make a
significant difference in the world."
"You might even be able to do both." She grinned. "But there are some
options I would like you to consider. In the short term, there are
some people I know who can help you learn to control your abilities
and, perhaps more importantly, can teach you how to better defend
yourself and those you care about. There is a price for that help,
but you will know it going in."
"In the longer term, I would ask that you consider a career in MORFS
research and treatment. Your special skills would be invaluable in
that field, and could lead to significant breakthroughs."
"My grades..." Angel began.
"Your grades are not spectacular, but they're not all that bad. If
you keep them up, or improve on them, you should find a number of
schools interested in having you attend. Particularly in those
programs. In addition to some of your own acquaintances, I know some
people who might be able to help you with any problems with
admissions or scholarships. In particular, I know a couple of
researchers, a husband and wife team, who would pull pianos worth of
strings to get you into one of the top schools in the country."
With the mention of a husband and wife team, Angel had a strong
suspicion. "They wouldn't happen to be almost as feline as you, would
they?" she asked, with a cheeky grin.
"Why," Dr. Miller replied, humor heavy in her voice, "now that you
mention it, I do seem to recall a certain attractiveness in their
family."
Angel's parents looked lost, so she explained. "The two Dr. Martins -
and I don't mean the shoes - are probably the most prominent MORFS
researchers in the country. If not the world. They are also
suspected, in some quarters, of having something to do with AMORFS.
They have published tons of scientific papers, most of which are way
over my head. They pretty much wrote the book on MORFS - literally."
The conversation went on for some time. Angel was thrilled when Dr.
Miller said she would try to arrange a meeting with a Dr. Martin or
both of them. She promised to give serious thought to what Dr. Miller
had advised, and to keep in touch.
When the doctor left, Angel had a talk with her parents about the
whole thing. They assured her that they would support virtually any
choice she made. They also reminded her that they put a high value on
education, no matter what path she chose.
After that, Angel went next door and filled her friends in. They
talked for a while, and generally hung out, but they had school in
the morning and dinner waiting at their respective homes.
When Angel went to bed that night, her thoughts were full of the
possibilities. Even after she fell asleep, she dreamed about the
lives she might lead, and the choices she might make.
End
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