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Dangerous Reflections

Chapter 10: Dangerous Reflections

"Ashley!" I called over my shoulder my eyes glued to the screen in front of me. Where was he?

"What?" Ashley rounded the corner behind me entering the conference room. She set one hand on the back on my chair and leaned over my shoulder to look at the screen. "Why are you using this, this thing is practically obsolete."

"Seriously? It's your lap top...and I have one at home." She gave me a dirty look. "Don't look at me like that! There cheap and in my budget."

"It may be mine but I use it for appearances only. Any anyone older than thirty not using a lap top gains attention. So as...annoying...as they are, it's a necessary evil. I want to blend in and I want to avoid unnecessary attention." She stepped away from me and ran her hand over the center of the table. A green light flickered on and the holo table came to life. She pulled a cord out of a drawer and connected it to the table so my website appeared in 3D in front of me. "What's the problem?"

"And I can't find him in this stupid data base thing."

"It's not it's fault you don't know how to search properly." She navigated the holo board quickly manipulating it with her hands. Ashley over the years had created her own personal data base on every super hero ever. It would have been of some use if she actually made it easier to use. She went through page after page but came up empty handed. "You said he was a teleporter didn't you? Are you positive?"

"Yeah Ashley, I'm sure. He teleported right in front of me!"

"It could have been something else."

"It wasn't anything else! I know what I saw and he teleported. He went poof."

"Poof?"

"Poof." I confirmed and she sighed. She pulled up a familiar image of a small middle school aged Korean girl with a purple mask and cape. "And no he wasn't a little girl either and he didn't you know, do it, like she did."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Telex didn't go silently into the night. Every time he teleported there was a small noise and a bit of whitish or greyish smoke."

"He gave you his name?"

"Not really, I kind of gave him his name. He said he was open to suggestions."

"That's not something I've heard of before." She said completely focused. "Picking a name is important and not something you want someone doing for you." She exited out of her own personal data base and started looking through the national league of heroes' official website. If you want any information on any hero ever, it's a good place to start. But still Ashley didn't seem very happy with her findings. "Nothing."

"So what does that mean?"

"It means that either he just started out, which I doubt by the way you describe him. That he doesn't want to be found or that some other third party doesn't want him found."

"He's not a bad guy."

"How do you know?"

"He saved me." She paused taking a break from her research to look at me.

"Just because he has a bit of a conscious doesn't make him a hero or a saint.

"Ok, than who do you think he is?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll look in to it more and see what I can find out about your little friend. You should have told me about this sooner." She glared at me.

"I didn't think was a big deal."

"It is, you should have-" My phone went off shrieking the theme of Buffy the Vampire Slayer from the first season. "That's pathetic, that show is older than you are."