It was his third "one phone call" by six a.m. and it started to get on his nerves. It should have been settled hours ago, thought Schultz angrily.
"If you call me one more fucking time, I swear I'm goanna make you a cripple and take the money away the state gives you every month!" Growled his Boss on the other end of the line." I told you that we are doing everything we can to get you out of there. But it takes time."
It never took this long for you, Schultz thought. He suspected that they were being punished because that whore escaped. It was not like we could have stopped that freak from saving her! But that was not exactly why he called his Boss this time.
"The captain is here and wants to speak with me" he said with fake calmness "I just wanted to ask how to proceed"?
That one second hesitation told him that this was new information to his Boss. That is what you get for trying to detain us!
"I see. Well, keep everything vague and try not to let any information slip away about our operations. I will try to speed things up" and with that he hung up.
I am sure you will know! Thought Schultz as he put the phone back in its place. And thanks for the ingenious advice! I would never have thought of that! He only asked for advice because that was the only way he could alert him about the interrogation without indicating that his Boss did not know about it in the first place. His ego was enormous. Why he had such a big head he thought and chuckled at his own joke. Mostly because he was tired. He had not slept since he was brought in and now, he had to face one of the most bizarre things in New York City.
"Sir, if you're finished Captain George Stacy would like to speak with you now."
Despite everything the media said, New York was ruled by criminals. They infiltrated every level of power that could be used and that included the police too. There were lots of crooked policemen from every rank who were paid to overlook certain "incidents". Most of those who were not overlooked it anyway for fear of being reported by the others. And then there was Captain Stacy... He was a paradox, someone who should not exist. He never received any extra money, never overlooked any crime, and somehow managed to climb to the rank of captain AND keep said rank for over a decade now. There were many theories about why that could happen. Some said that it was to keep up the appearance of the police's integrity, others said that it is because even the crime lords found respect for his persistence. Some cruel ones said that he simply amused those in power, and they wanted to see him struggle. Regardless, he was a captain, and Schultz was about to have an unpleasant chat with him. As he entered the interrogation room, he saw the captain sitting in the opposite chair, his hair light blonde, his eyes pale blue like a glacier and his posture very firm despite the look of tiredness on his face. That was until he spoke with a strong but calm voice.
F/n just got on the school bus, a little disappointment showing on his face. Given his powers he should not use the bus to get to school but today he took it anyway in the off chance of meeting his part-time neighbor. Right next to their house lived his aunt's best friend, Anna Watson. They have known each other since they were little girls. And sometimes, when things at home were not really good Anna's niece, Mary Jane Watson came over and spent the night there. She also happened to be F/N's classmate and one of the few people who could be considered interesting in their school, in F/N's opinion. Mary Jane was a born model and not just because her physical appearance although that should not be overlooked either. Her hair was a very unique shade of red, dancing like blazing fire if the wind got hold of it. Her eyes were emerald, green, so strong one would expect them to glow in the night. And there was a little star shape around her pupils completing the otherworldly look of her face. Her body looked like it was shaped and formed to make the perfect teenage girl with long legs and intriguing curves in all the right places. But what really made her stand out in a crowd was her personality. She was relaxed, calm, free-skirted and always smiling. She knew she was hot and didn't pretend that she wasn't, but she wasn't full of herself either. She didn't really care about the social status of their high school and treated everyone at first equally and then according to their actions, including the teachers. They weren't happy about that but since she also cared little about what other people thought of her it didn't bother her. That carefree attitude of hers was what made F/n so interested in her since most other teenagers were mostly occupied by what society thought of them. So sometimes they shared a bus ride, talking about anything except for gossip. But sadly, today wouldn't be such a day since apparently, she stayed home last night. F/n wasn't sure why sometimes she stayed at her aunt's house, and she never talked about it, but he suspected that things weren't really optimal with her parents. So, F/n sat alone and counted how many times he could have made it to school by swinging. He got bored at five. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long as Midtown High appeared in front of him.
