Daisy isn't a Superhero

Let the Kidnapping Commence

I knocked on the door of my supervisor's office.

"Come in," I shuddered at the smooth British accent.

I hated my supervisor with a burning passion. He was slimy and horrible and conniving. I opened the door and stared at him with my best bored expression.

"Have a seat Daisy," said the middle-aged, wiry-thin, weasel of a man.

I crossed the office and sat stiffly on one of the leather chairs, digging my heels into the carpet to keep me from sliding off.

Without waiting for him to prompt me, I launched into my report.

"I tracked down lizard man, turns out his name is Gregor," I couldn't help myself, I leaned forward, "oh yeah you heard right, we're on first name basis now, I'm just that good."

My supervisor snorted, "enough with the tomfoolery, where's the body?"

"No body," I shrugged, "Sirius Dracul came and bailed him out, I had him cuffed to a railing and Sirius happened to have a key."

My supervisor, suddenly interested, quirked an eyebrow, his mustache twitching with the question I knew he was dying to ask.

"Can I have coffee?" I asked, crossing my leg.

SHIT

I forgot my heels were the only thing anchoring me to this damn slip n slide of a chair. I careened oh so gracefully off the side of the chair as I swung my arms for balance.

I pitched into the carpet with a thud.

Shit shit SHIT.

There went my mysterious and bored persona. And probably my shot at coffee too.

I dragged myself up and resettled on the chair, "I made myself invisible. They didn't stay long so I never ran out of breath. He didn't see me and lizard man was too out of it from the beating I gave him to notice that I didn't run away."

My supervisor sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I chewed on my bottom lip, trying not to appear too obvious. The lie had slipped out easily, but he'd never fall for it-

"Alright, I'll let it slide this time, that's what I get for putting babies on the job with no sitter." said my supervisor, straightening a stack of documents.

I blinked, "ok," I said dumbly.

I made my escape as quickly as I could, limping slightly from a nasty bruise on my knee. I don't think I breathed a full breath until I made it outside into the sunshine.

Did I mention that I hated the way it smelled in the GHA offices? It was all clinical and sterile and squeaky clean, as if robots, not humans worked there.

With a deep sigh, I got back on my bicycle.

Behind me, some Abercrombie looking boy got on a roughed-up road bike.

I tried not to look at him as I peddled away, but a strange feeling began to knot up in the pit of my stomach.

I biked to the entrance of my neighborhood before braking and taking my helmet off. I casually took a drink of water and inspected my helmet. At least that's what it looked like I was doing, instead, I angled the shiny back of it so I could see behind me in the reflection.

Sure enough, there was Abercrombie turning onto the street behind me.

Coincidence? The feeling in my gut would beg to differ. I was most definitely being tailed and it was most definitely GHA.