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Obsidian gave Hazel a soft smile as she said her goodbyes, nodding his head to her. “Drive safely. Have a good holiday. We’ll see you soon.”
He held a finger up at table height, to tell Sulphur to wait, until she had fully left the building. It was then that he casually turned his face toward his brother. He was in general good spirits, all things considered. The manic energy still burned beneath his skin, but his pleasant conversation with Hazel had done a lot to help him tame it. He still smiled as Sulphur approached him, his white blonde hair slicked back. He held his hand out for the file, which his brother dutifully handed over to him, and he flipped it open immediately.
A quick read through, and the sharp energy was back and bright. His smile stretched into a full grin, teeth showing, and something sharpened in his eyes as he looked at Hazel’s retreating back. A technomancer. She was a technomancer. She could see through and hear through any electronic device with a microphone or a lens. That was an incredibly useful power, even if she seemed to not have full control over it. But that was an anxiety condition, according to the medical records that were laid out before him. His grin broke as he laughed softly, flipping through the medical documents and tests results, the accommodations report from her college, and what appeared to be several articles that Sulphur had cross-referenced on Vigilante Watch and connected to her writing from her blog.
This was more than he could have hoped for. Someone who could see in buildings, who could listen in on conversations, who could be eyes and ears and recon. This was valuable. He looked back up and out the window, seeing her stop at her motorcycle. Obsidian flashed a wild grin to his brother. “Be ready to move on this. We’re going to start working on her. I want this one. She doesn’t understand how powerful she actually is. We’ll teach her otherwise.”
He stood from the table and took a deep breath, laughing. His head tilted back slightly, and he breathed in, feeling revived after the last few weeks. This was what he needed.
A new project.