"There's a glitch, I'm telling you!"

Noel smirked from her seat in the shade at the side of the library stairs.

"The gym keeps turning yellow."
"We've taken it like five times already."
"This is bunk! Nobody has that many 2k plus Snorlax."

Weeeell apparently somebody didn't have an always lure for a Finnish friend. Noel entered into the gym to train up the level and grant others in her team easier entrance to help defend. She'd been the only one for a few hours now. But they would come.

The library was generally more low tech than Panu liked to visit and therefore it had become the lone bastion of yellow in a sea of blue gyms. Her one source of coins.

No way she was gonna let some silly Valor take it.

"Oh, hey, are you playing too?"

Crap. That had been directed at her.

"Yeah. Just defending my gym." She swiped to avoid her own 'mon's attack.

Tick, tick --Noel looked up in time to see the young man's eye twitch as that comment processed-- boom.

"What!?" The friend grabbed his arm and the guy shrugged out of his half-hearted attempt.

"It's a game, junior, simmer down." Frick. She missed that dodge. Either this Lapras was slow or she needed to plug in soon.

He slapped the phone out of her hands.

Noel was so shocked that she just looked at her empty hands for a full second.

"What are you like 40? And you're here playing a kids' game all day?"

"Moron! C'mon." The wiser friend was already steering angry away.

He slapped... her phone... Noel looked around for it. That phone was her life. Had she heard it clatter against the stone stairs? Or had it fallen down into the bushes off the side? Oh please be okay.

"Paste eater." He was allowing himself to be turned away with that last, most eloquent of insults.

Noel stood and picked up her heavy, heavy coat. The odd jingling noise it made the two Valor boys turn around to look.

"You're gonna help me find my phone." Noel slid her arm into one side of the coat flashing matte black and shiny metal both as she shrugged into the second arm. She liked a variety of mortal instruments these days. And she had on her business face now.

One went pale. One dialed the cops.

Linely woke with a start. His pager was bleeping heavily in its typical overly cheery tune. Yeah, having it play La Cucaracha had been an absolutely hilarious prank by that teenage technopath. "Gee thanks Ben" Linely let out a strained mutter. That was the last time he was pulling an all-nighter in the office. Paperwork was boring. Protests were getting so commonplace Linely was questioning whether they should even bother to fill in reports anymore.

At least your average mutant terrorist or bird hunter allowed for him to say something other than "peaceful protest , no incidents" or "peaceful protest, minor violent disruption, officers used mutations, disruption dealt with." Still , it was time to answer whatever this pager was.

"Yeah, Linely here"-It was bloody 9am. He'd got 5 hours sleep at best.

"Wow, Linely you sound tired, sorry for calling you, but you're the only one not on assignment and..." a rather sympathetic sounding Officer Forsyth was on radio duty...poor guy.

"Yeah Tyler, just tell me what the call was". Forsyth told him. Linely half-sighed, half growled at the clock and slowly got up. Really? ****ing really? Didn't they have some junior officer to deal with this? Well, the woman did have a gun-so maybe it was necessary.

"I'm on my way" -honestly it was bad enough that Team Valor existed , let alone the number of times they'd had to saddle some poor Junior sap to diffuse the situation at school playgrounds.

He walked out of the office, got into his police car and put the siren and lights on. The constant flashing of blue and red only proceeded to make him more ticked off. Yeah it was official. When he ran for President someday-he would ban Pokemon GO!

No. She wasn't kidding. "Come back here, you jerkface!"

They were running like their lives depended on it. For Noel, this was cake. She had lung capacity enough to spare for shouting even with the added weight of weapons. "I hope you fall into a manhole!"

Catching them would accomplish exactly zilch, the memorymancer realized, so she slowed to a jog. Slowed to a walk. And stopped. Irritated hands went to irritated hips.

They bravely ran away, away.

Revenge at this point was far down her priority list. It was a shame she hadn't gotten a photo of their smug little jerk faces. Noel glanced around for traffic cameras and street names, but... well, there was just no guarantee that she'd remember any of it.

Besides, she had to go back for her phone.

She quashed down the little flutters of panic that were trying to scare her. The phone was fine. It was totally durable and a gift from someone who probably didn't exist to the government and not at all a bad thing for some stranger on the street to pick up and have unlocked access to let alone that it was probably low on battery or the PoGo app was cooking its insides because it was definitely left running oh god. What if it lost power and she lost it forever and had no access to anything in her life ever again?

Noel put on an extra burst of speed to get her butt back to the gym.

Driving to the Library was a relatively simple task, the traffic wasn't too bad, having the siren and lights was pretty easy going. The description was clear. A (relatively) tall Hispanic woman , with brown hair, with a hooked nose, who got really , really cross after a teen knocked a phone out of her hand.

There she was. Running back to the Library, without a phone in hand (well that was kinda surprising). Linely stopped the car as near as he could get to in front of her. Got out, and showed his badge. It was plainclothes today. He was in no mood to mess around with some minor dispute.

"Excuse me madam, but I have been called to the Library about an incident. Apparently a woman pulled a gun on a pair of teenage boys after an altercation relating to..." He trailed off with a fed-up sigh. His face betrayed his annoyance "...Pokemon GO!, you match that woman's description. I would like you to come with me. We can do this the nice way or the nasty way." If she had a gun, Linely didn't want to start a fight, maybe his British accent would charm her? Maybe? He kept one hand on his sheathed baton just in case.

She was focused on her goal and so the man who now blocked her path seemingly appeared from nowhere.

> "Excuse me madam..."

She had to put the breaks on her momentum or bowl into him. As tempting as that was, he was talking and formal sounding, if irritated. The open door and flashing lights tipped her off to where he came from at least. Oh. Police. No big deal then.

"Are you crazy? You don't unholster a weapon unless you're willing to use it and idiocy is never worth the paperwork." Paperwork? That had sort of slipped out like she'd said it a hundred times before. No paperwork with recent freelance opportunities.

Noel huffed a sigh. "Look, I'd love to see your badge and be all official and cooperative, but I also have lost an incredibly important piece of technology because someone decided to throw a hissy fit. As you can see," Noel flashed some jazz hands, "no brandished weapons."

She craned her neck to look around him. It wasn't all that far back to her spot on the steps. If only he'd just let her go, she could go look for that lost phone.

"You do realise that carrying a gun as a non-police officer in NYC is an offence right? You've technically just pleaded guilty to an offence. To a cop." Linely was almost satisfied at this idea, it sorted out the problem very easily. "Your phone qualifies as evidence so I suppose we can find it later." Forsyth would love to use his cat's eyes to do that Linely thought, smirking slightly."But I'm afraid it's time for Valor to take control of your gym. You've become as common as a pidgey" The boys she scared had given more information to the police about Pokemon GO! That Linely even cared to know.

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you do say can and will be used in a court of law" He read the woman her rights nigh mechanically, quickly attempting to grap hold of her arm and attempting to handcuff her. At least this was a quick case , if she tried anything, Linely was sure he could take her on.

Under normal circumstances, Noel held the utmost respect for officers of the law, but... Really? Was this guy for real?

"You do realize that concealed carry permits are issued for New York City," she countered incredulously, "and that the worst I've admitted to is having training and perspective in the use of a firearm which is something can be learned at any range in the metro." She did not let him grab her. As a general rule it was a bad idea to let strangers grab you, whether they showed up in a police vehicle or on a flying chariot.

"I'd appreciate you not jumping to conclusions." Though, Noel would appreciate it more if he went and played in traffic.

If he pushed the issue, she was going to have to use her power on him, and Noel tried to avoid messing with figures of authority as a general rule. It would also spell certain doom for her phone, wherever it may be, considering the sprinkles of rain that were starting to fall.

If absolutely all else failed, Noel was sure she could take him on.

She was going to try that one was she? Well Linely wasn't having any of it, those boys had apparently been very, very scared. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. Still, best to give her some benefit of the doubt. He was impressed at how quickly she avoided his grip.

"Fine, show me your permit, and we'll say no more about that, I might even help find your phone, if you agree to come with me for questioning once we've found the bloody thing, the police station is apparently a gym...if that interests you. But I'm adding avoiding arrest to the rap sheet if you don't produce your permit. I needn't say that if you have mutations, using them on an officer of the law is an offence punishable by a long time in prison. " He'd almost forgotten to mention that right, this woman didn't look like a mutant, just an obnoxious overgrown child who was playing games that were too young for her. Still , that had been added to the rights reading, and he needed to mention it.

If this worked, he would be able to have a nap afterwards and get the rest of his paperwork done. The kids would need a telling off if the police could find them. There were ways of tracing phones, particularly as Pokemon GO! made you turn on your location... All of a sudden he loved Pokemon GO!

And here's where things got real hairy. Noel had notes on her phone about this. Technically, her license (and the whole point of maintaining an identity) had been revoked. She didn't bother to carry a lot of ID these days. Just her phone and cash. Panu forged most anything she needed on the digital side. It even worked for insurance if for some reason she were driving.

It would not work for a physical license that she did not technically have right now. She did before. It was just... not right now. Not when she wasn't technically anybody.

"Considering your actions, I don't trust you to allow me to reach my wallet." She barely refrained from calling names. Respect. She was trying so damn hard to respect this irrespectable man.

Noel took a moment to breathe and tried not to twitch as a big fat drop of rain hit her cheek.

She could go with him. Lodge a complaint. Get her fingerprints taken, for all the good it would do any of them. Madeline would likely post bail and she'd have to lay low, well, lower than usual. Which would mean that she would be useless. That was not an option.

Screw it.

"You are an embarrassment to law enforcement everywhere. I hope someday you fish your foot out of your mouth." It tasted so true that she wanted to say it all over again, but the shock value was what she was really hoping for. She needed a bit of eye contact so that she could trigger her power.

Noel would wipe the last hour of their lives and then she wouldn't even want to punch him anymore.

The insults bounced off him, clearly trying to evade the whole "not having a licence thing" , they didn't shock him at all. This woman was in an obnoxious mood. " Have it your way then, You are under arrest under the suspicion of carrying a gun without proper permit in NYC, for evading arrest and for wasting police time"

It was probably best that she didn't  even get given the time of day, and thus he looked down at his belt, and drew his baton and cuffs. He quickly tried to get behind her and cuff her, if she evaded arrest, he would knock her out , that was a simple, easy way of doing things. He hated people like this.

She was... under arrest.

Noel could dislodge him, hit him, throw him. She was sure she had a knife long enough for decapitation or evisceration. There was a gun. More than one, actually, including a semi-automatic since she was outfitted in her full assassin's gear. She was confident that she could erase this man off the face of the planet.

But that wasn't what Noel believed in. She might take a man's life, but she wouldn't do it simply because he was inconveniencing and annoying her.

Another fat droplet of rain hit her cheek while she stood and allowed the luckiest officer in the whole metro cuff her hands without resistance.

The rain started falling in earnest.

What would Panu do? Since Noel didn't have her phone... No. She should really worry more about what she would do. Her tattoos only helped her so far in remembering who she was. Noel hadn't realised how many people she would disappoint if ever faced with this sort of situation.

She sighed, fully intent on cooperating to the fullest.

Ah well. Noel had tried to wriggle out it, but deep down she knew that she deserved justice anyway.

For someone that had been so resistant before, Linely was surprised to see this woman comply entirely with him. He frog marched her towards the police car whilst reading her the appropriate rights. "Please get in, and don't try any of that movie style kicking me in the crotch nonsense, believe me when I say you won't get far." Before getting in the car himself, it was time to warn the radio officers of exactly what he was bringing in.

"I'm bringing in one female suspect, she's a bit grouchy." He paused a bit "Suspect is called ..." He paused. He hadn't actually asked. "What's your name? We need to make sure you're not some kind of dangerous super criminal, we have quite a few around NYC as you might imagine." There was an edge of casual conversation to his question, even humor, though Linely doubted that this woman would get it at a time like this.

She didn't get a pat down.

Honestly. Was a rookie or just having a really bad day? At least they would be getting out of this rain that had started. Noel spared a sigh for what was once her phone. If it didn't self destruct or something stupid like that, the rain would probably be taking care of it.

Stupid kids trying to take over her stupid gym. Couldn't she at least have ONE THING for herself? JUST ONE!

Noel settled herself in the back seat as best as the cuffs allowed. Was she actually under arrest? Or just a suspect? Seriously. This guy needed to get his house in order. She yawned and decided to look out of the cruiser window when he asked her name. He should have looked for a wallet or ID in the non-existent pat down... not that she had any that wasn't a tattoo. But he should have.

Maybe she would tell an officer to secure her firearms once they got into the precinct. A real officer. Not this hack. And maybe that real officer would give this hack the punch that Noel had withheld. That would be worth watching.

Noel amused herself with a fantasy of Officer Useless getting a dressing down. She didn't have to answer any questions. She definitely wasn't going to be helpful in the information side of things. But she would at least comply physically.

So now she wasn't being compliant? Well that was annoying. Oh, and he'd forgotten to give the woman a pat down. Considering she could be packing heat, that was a bit of a stupid thing to forget. He was only going to get more wet, but procedure was important. "Right, I need you to get out...I'm giving you a pat down."

There was something... unusual about this woman. Normally he could sense painful memories pretty easily with anyone. She was like a blank slate, while obviously there was the pain of the handcuffs mildly rubbing against her wrists, there was no obvious pain from far back. It was as if her body simply didn't remember it.

"Are you a mutant by any chance?" The question just came out, he couldn't quite explain why. The fact that he'd introduced himself as MRC would have given her a hint already, but she could probably guess there was something off about him now. Aside from the fact that he was getting rather damp as the rain started tumbling down even more.

Really?

He was serious?

The more she stared at him, standing there in the rain, the less she could believe how ridiculous this whole thing had gotten. It was a real comedy of errors.

Her lips twitched from holding it in. At some point outrage had become sarcastic disbelief. And that sarcastic disbelief was fast bleeding into hilarity.

"Oooh no. You had your chance, mister." He was going to get all of her things wet. While they were all well oiled and clean (and she would never ever see them again after they got to the precinct and she went to jail forever and ever or if her boss coughed up enough bail) she'd hate for something to get ruined.

> "Are you a mutant by any chance?"

Oh. That was a good joke, actually! Unfortunately the laughter was trying to escape through her nose. Her shoulders were shaking with it.

"Would you...?" Okay. No, that line of thinking dissolved into chuckling and Noel had to stop to breathe. Composure. Composure! She was a very dangerous lady, dangit! "Would you really like to start again? We can call a do-over." But she didn't reeeally want to get out of the car. She was going away forever. Why would it matter if they slapped one more petty charge on top of all the skeletons in her closet?