"I'm well aware that telling the Defenders to stop would have the same effect as telling one of us to stop.  It wouldn't happen.  If they're intent on throwing themselves into danger then we should make sure that they don't get in over their heads until they're older."

Mirage started towards the door to the office.  She smiled and gave Katy a pat on the shoulder.


"I'll look into the Blood problem.  It sounds like it might be some fun."  She grinned a predatory grin.  Mirage liked beating up drug dealers.

She gave Diantha a smile.  "You be good now, young lady.  If your Daddy says 'yes' then Auntie 'Lena will show you how to punch bad guys." Mirage said fondly.

Mirage paused at the door.  "I'm going to poke around the police records and see what I can find on the Blood situation, Katy.  If you've got any leads that we can follow up on, just let me know."

That said, Mirage, still disguised as a police officer, walked out of the office to do some research.

Taking one last look around, Lucas then headed out of the police station. He had things to do...

>>>>>>>>>>To The Dragon And The Tiger>>>>>>>>>>

As Lucas and Mirage leave Hunter picks up Diantha's baby carrier giving a nod to Katy. "I'll catch you around Katy  I'll see if any of my contacts have any information on Blood or the Traveler, if I come up with anything I'll let you know." With a final wave he turns  heads out to his car and back to the house.

>TO VAN DIEMIEN HOUSE>>

Psyche smiled as Mirage Patted her on the shoulder, and headed back to the desk in her office as the others left. She told them a parting "Take Care" to everyone and sat down at her computer.


"Thanks, Mirage. I appreciate the help," Psyche said, turning around in her desk just as Mirage left and flicking the T.V. on with an absent thought. It showed another re-run of her busting the Beaut, along with several other unimportant news items.

Katy sighed and turned her head to the computer, where she began to research and run through the computerized archives.

An elegantly handsome man with dark brown hair which has been slicked back. He is dressed ina finely cut suit and overall looks very dashing. He steps over to the desk and speaks with a german accent. "Can you direct me To Lieutenant Catherine Hanson's Office?" After receiving the directions he walks over to her office and knocks twice.

Psyche was slightly startled by the knocking.

"Enter," she said, and turned around to face the door, wondering who would want to talk to her at this ungodly hour.

The doorknob turned and an almost unnaturally handsome man entered. There seemed to be something, off something not quite right about him but Psyche couldn't place it. He smiled a roguish grin before there eyes locked and he spoke in a melodious voice. "Obey..."

Psyche had never seen this man before in her life, and wasn't about to let an upstart psychic outsmart the Mistress of the Mind. She felt psychic energy pushed onto her, telling her to obey his commands even as he said the words.

Lady Psyche simply smiled.

She stood up, unclasping her gun out of it's holster, talking as she drew the gun. "I would suggest you stop that upstart crap. It's not going to work." She said.

He smiled roguishly. "I could say the same thing about your weapon." He says in highly accented english. "Now are you going to put it away or do I have to , how you say, get rough?"

"First tell me who you are, and what you want from me, then the gun goes back in her holster," Psyche said, lowering the weapon to the floor and flicking the safety back on.

He shakes his head. "You seem to misunderstand the situation. Your tricks will not work on me anymore than mine worked on you but fortunately for me I have other talents, and your weapon will not help you. You have two choices, Come quietly and unharmed, or come a littlle, worse for wear...." He smiled wider than before now revealing two sharp pointed fangs.

Psyche noticed the fangs as he smiled, and put the gun in it's drawer. As she put the gun in the drawer, she touched something she'd not messed with since her grandmother's funeral: A dagger. Quietly calling upon her powers, Psyche whisked it off into her own personal pocket dimension.

"Fine," She said, "But I bring a melee weapon with me, just in case something goes sour and I have to fend something or someone off. Good enough for you?"

With that she closed the door, and gestured for him to lead the way. If the man happens to be reading her mind, and her defenses are intentionally down, he would find that she has no plans of attacking him. Only curiosity.

Mirage had spent some time going through the police computers to see what she could find out about the spread of this Blood drug.  She hated drug dealers.  They preyed upon the weaknesses of others and only cared about their customers ability to pay for their next hit.

She found a couple of men who were suspected of being drug dealers and where they normally hung out.  She smiled.  Mirage was going to have to pay these men a little visit.

--> TO the Streets

--> From the Streets

Mirage reappeared inside of the ladies room in the police station.  She altered her appearance to look like any other plains clothes police officer and went to go and meet Katy Watson in her office.

"Katy?"

Psyche was at the door in an instant, opening it and beckoning Mirage in. "What's wrong, Mirage? You sounded strange on the phone," Katy said. She sat down at her desk, innocent concern positively radiating from her. She beckoned Mirage to sit down as the chair moved of its own accord right behind Mirage.

Mirage walked into Katy Watsons office, eying the police woman suspiciously as she passed her.

"I had an interesting fight with some psychic woman calling herself Psywitch." Mirage said.  She went to sit down in one of the chairs but grimaced as her knife wound pained her.  Her hand went to her side and she stood back up.  "She had a number of moves that were very good impressions of mine, even down to the same signature effects.  I've only taught one person and that's you.  Have you shown anyone else what I taught you?"

"No, I haven't shown anyone what you've taught me, Mira..." She stopped dead, realizing what Mirage was getting at. "Helena, I didn't attack you. I was in my office ever since you guys left. The only time I left this office was to investigate some ol' Mansion on the outskirts of town, then came straight back. I have several witnesses." She was speaking frantically now, alarmed.

Mirage was a naturally suspicious person.  She was not the sort to open up easily to another, not without spending time with them first.  Katy Watson had been one such case.  It had taken some time for Mirage to really begin to trust Katy, enough that Katy knew her real first name.

To see Katy acting alarmed only made Mirage more suspicious.  It wasn't as though Mirage was going to beat up the other woman, if that was the case she'd have done it already.  Mirage wanted to believe that Katy was telling the truth, but her other instincts said that something was amiss.

"Do you now." she replied skeptically.  "Who are they?"

As the two women are talking there isa  bit of a hubub outside as the Department breaks into a flurry of voices and activity.

Mirage patiently waited for Katy to reply, studying the womans every blink and twitch.  The hubub outside had other ideas however.

It was quite a racket going on in a normally quiet police station.  Mirage moved over to the door and glanced outside.

  Nokomis, the new girl, was arguing.  "Captain, he needs gotten away from them NOW!  We can't just trust them to NOT start caving pieces off to give us 'incentive' to do what they want!!"

"I'm working on it the best I can, we're assembling a team as we speak no one seems to be at the Legacy's Hq we've been calling them constantly. The Mayor is practically ready to fold over for these guys."

  She said "Let me try.  Or . . . I can call someone.  She's bulletproof."

  The whole building shook as the earth beneath it did.

Before Jordan could reply the Earthquake hit and everyone was diving under Decks the quick reflexes of Westons Of police force evident.