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What a wonderful character, Mati. Congratulations! Harlan should definitely meet her. I'm thinking Harper, Jorge's second, would also make an interesting encounter, specially the part where she relives nightmares from old memories.

Welcome to MRO, Sylar! Enjoy your stay!

I... don't see either Miles or Harlan taking kindly to a sewer dwelling hungry mutant who looks like Sylar at first sight. Miles would run for his life and Harlan would likely draw his gun. There'd have to be some peaceful interaction afterwards for either of them to calm down, but there's potential there.

Ok, Fish and I ended up having Ty drag the investigator around, so no phone is necessary, and it works even better if she doesn't have one. Ty will make a run for Tses place, not knowing that Harlan is following him.


Also, we were wondering if we should merge threads. We were thinking it'd be fun to have Ty arrive at Tses apartment, to find Sledge and Tses inside. Some interesting conversation can arise from that and then Harlan crashes the party. What do you think?

He had managed to stay on the side of the window, waiting for her to get inside his field of vision on the bed. When he heard her come out from the bathroom, his fingers tensed on the camera and raised it while his eyes focused on the screen.

All of a sudden the screen went dark.

Oh come on! Now wasn't the time to start having this piece of crap malfunction! Was it the battery or... WHAT THE HELL!?

He never lost the grip on the camera and yet his hands got pulled inside. His eyes went wide as these... gooey black things got their wobbly hands on the device and brought it in to her like it was some sort of prize! He should have known that if the girl was in Sanctuary, she was not the ordinary sort but... black, ghostly shaped, gooey beings is not the sort of thing you expect anyone to pop up with out of the blue! Much less beings that snatch your hands and tech away!

His hands still clung to the machine, not letting it go, fingers unmoving like they had been casted that way, not just because it was an expensive camera he could easily drop as evidence on someone else's room if he let go of it, but also because he knew that if the started moving his fingers around there were likely to be screams.

And there were anyway. She shrieked when she got a look at them.

>>"Shi-ny... La-maaaa... for La-maaaaa..."

The beings could speak, it seemed. He kept his head outside still, not looking for fear of being seen and thinking what to do. The only way to know what was going on inside the room was through his sense of touch.

He felt someone touching his fingers, trying to pry them off. It was warm and... meatlike, so he assumed it was her hands doing the grabbing and pulling this time around instead of the gooey things, so he loosened his grip, yet still tried to not move his fingers too much or float his hands around. He felt his hands getting thrown away and landing over fabric and cloth, then the noise of doors shutting made him realize the hands had been entrapped in a closet of sorts.

>>Out-side... outside...

Oh, great. With his position revealed, he had frantic few seconds to figure out what to do. He was a disembodied head with trapped, disembodied hands, so anything he did was likely to freak her out. Also, he had been caught in flagrante delicto, with a camera outside the window of a beautiful woman in skimpy, short jeans. How could he possibly make this look innocent, accidental or like a misunderstanding?

No, no... he'd have to make a run for it, but not leaving his hands behind. Without his eyes telling him where to push, his hands could end up pushing at the closet wall instead of the doors, so he'd have to take a peek. Or better yet, how about... a scare? The surprise factor might give him the edge he needed to free his hands and zip out through the window as fast as he could.

Harlan breathed in, his mouth way up here opening up as his lungs way down there in the car took in the oxygen. Then he went for it.

"PEEKABOOOO!!!" he screamed as his head flew into the room. The minute his eyes had a sense of the layout of the room, he made his hands fly and push towards the wardrobe door. Alas, she was sitting outside of it, blocking it up with her body and he also noticed one other thing...

THERE WERE A LOT OF THOSE BLACK GOOEY THINGS!

No worries, mademoiselle, life happens sometimes!

(and just so it doesn't seem weird Stokely, this is my second character's account)

Flipping through the images on his smartphone of six women fitting the criteria he requested, Harlan found her face staring right back at her. Perfect! He knew he had seen her before.

Her name was Alma Elizondo, reported missing by her family. It wasn't uncommon for mutants to run away from home and end up in Sanctuary or at Xavier's while their parents were left in the dark. The background check corroborated there was real money behind the search, though the person paying for it wasn't a relative.

Huh. The times he'd seen something like this, it was usually because the client didn't want to have his or her identity known, so they hired a middle man to handle contracts. Ma and pa must be loaded if they can afford the trouble, so it was all the better for him. He'd be paid for informing on her location, all he needed to do was verify he had the right woman and send the image with the real address to the middle man.

Harlan started the car, moved it slowly and parked it next to a tree with a large crown, perfect for hiding a flying head popping out of the sunroof. He rolled up his tinted windows, so no one would notice a decapitated body on the wheel of a car, opened the sun roof and calculated the branches he'd need to avoid before popping up at the top of the tree. Once above, it was easier to fly by unnoticed, since people didn't usually look up.

Holding the camera with both hands (tying the strap around the wrist was pointless) he gave one last look around for witnesses before popping his head off his neck and separating his hands from his arms. He avoided most branches on his way up, all the way making a rustle through the leaves that didn't alert anyone of his presence. Once he was at a decent altitude, he flew his head and hands out of the tree, passing over cars and lamp posts, all the way to her window, getting a pretty good glimpse at... whoah!

Oh, now he felt dirty. The girl was putting on shorts and Harlan froze, lest she notice movement from the corner of her eyes. He remained hovering there, enjoying the view for a moment until she got up and headed to the bathroom. It was the perfect opportunity to position himself next to the window, close to one side of it and to the wall, as this gave him a nice angle to the bed and kept his head outside the window's frame, remaining invisible to a casual glance.

Harlan held his camera tightly and patiently waited for her to come out of the bathroom. He heard her say something while inside, but couldn't tell what it was and as weird as it may sound, people talking to their reflections in the mirror wasn't that strange. The chances of her seeing him hiding in this spot when she came out were small, since she was completely alone and likely headed to bed.

Then he would take his shot.

YES!!!

Uh, actually, no. Yelling 'yes!' was not the appropiate thing to do when some poor rich girl had died. It was appropiate when her father's lawyers had called your agency to take on the case, but that buzz of happiness at the incoming money and recognition was the sort of thing one enjoyed in private.

The Crow's Eye was quick to put it's resources and experience behind it. The police deemed it suicide but the father wanted to get to the bottom of it. Lyle, Harlan's resident hacker and computer guy took off to the web, fetching all the media information they could find on her online. Burke had a lot of experience as an ex-cop, so he handled talking to some of the family members, the police and the doctors who dealt with the body. Harlan dealt with the father himself. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Burke still had to report in and Lyle found precious little information about her that wasn't two years old. She suddenly disappeared from the public scene but Mr. Grant was able to fill the void of information. She hadn't been... well. 'Disturbed' was the word that he had used to describe his daughter in the past two years, but he was not the right man to talk about this however, so Harlan was referred to the right person. Her doctor. One of them, anyway. Mr. Grant still kept Dr. Lovecraft's business card among several others.

Talking to shrinks was tricky. The information they were prone to give to a private investigator was flimsy at best, since P.I.'s did not have the weight of the law behind them to force them to do anything and doctors could always shield themselves behind the privacy of their doctor-patient relationship.

Harlan made the call from the comfort of his office on a cold afternoon. Shrinks were particularly good at knowing how the brain worked so he had to be very careful on how he phrased himself and slowly work his way on what he wanted. Above all, he had to be agreeable, unless he wanted to be left with nothing for show.