Mary was humming a song as she walked home at the end of the day. She had an amazing day. It started with opening the fridge this morning and finding more bacon and eggs than she thought she had the night before! Score! Then, as she left her home, she found a $100 bill on the ground! Unlucky for someone else, but great for Mary! Two cats had approached her on her walk to her job site and, obviously, you pet stray cats.
Then, at her job site, everyone had gone home for the day because of the rain! How awesome! She didn't even have to bullshit a reason for her to be hanging around, she was able to rip out all of the electrical wires without any issues or trouble! After that, when she went to her favorite recycling center, the Chinese couple that ran it had hired some random white kid to weigh the scales for copper. He didn't even know what the current going price was as Mary tipped the scale with her foot, netting double the scrap price for the wire!
Now, pocket full of money, she was headed home after a wonderful, amazing, happy fun day.
Cicatrix had hated every second of it.
So, without Mary realizing it, Cicatrix lead Mary down a new path home that day.
There were better uses of her time. Too many cases went cold in this city, cold by way of cold feet over lack of evidence. Besides - there was still the matter of the underlying reason for why Pittsburgh had so much more activity than anywhere else in the nation. DHS wanted answers, answers that, at least for now, she couldn't provide.
"Robbery in progress in Homewood West. Car-jacking in the Strip, too."
"Probably not, so you get your pick. Police response times are running on twenty minutes today."
Basilica sighed. She had a job here, but the more she tried to do it, the more she felt like she had a hundred other jobs as well. She wasn't - wait.
"No response on either, leave it to the PPD. I have something I need to follow up on."
Speak of the devil. She wasn't exactly surprised. Not in a place like this. But - she was still a little angry. It was hard to forget a face when you last saw it getting hit by a train. Especially with all the paperwork that came with it.
Mary should've been smarter, especially after her botched robbery, but that was one of the unfortunate side-effects of not remembering dying- you just don't learn. So when someone said her name, she instinctively turned to look at who was attempting to get her attention. At first, there seemed to be no one on the street, then, she looked up. Mary was so stupid.
But she wasn't incapable of learning.
Smiling, she responded, "I'm sorry, same last name! Very common 'round here ya know? Don't know no Mary tho-!" And, without hesitation, turned away to continue walking. She had recognized the flying bitch, even if she looked a little different than last time. But who else wore that gaudy costume and fucking flew.
Mary could do without getting arrested today thank you very much.
Could be a relative. Could be a sister, cousin, niece. Would look bad, to be pushing on the family member of someone who could very easily be spun as a casualty of the justice system. But - she had a lot of experience with kids being bad liars, and this really felt the part.
She lighted on the ground beside the girl, walking quickly beside her.
"Miss Martinez. Care to explain? Are we going to have to add resurrection to your sheet, now?" Basilica reached out with her good arm, trying to rest her hand on the girl's shoulder.