After School Special
“For a guy older than the United States, he’s a bit of a dickhead, you’d think he’d have old-timey manners and a Cockney accent or something,” Jack remarks to Hard Time, once the Isolationist has departed, presumably, for Isolation or whatever it is that he does. Hearing about being circumspect, he doesn’t buy that explanation. He’d had himself and Darja fly back in the middle of the afternoon, let alone in the evening.
But if Hard Time wants a moment outside the base to chat, who is he to argue. So he nods and follows along, slipping his hands into his hoody as he walks.
“That’s something you can offer aunt Marlene. I don’t sleep really, even less faking now that Marlene knows that I’m a meta, so where my bed is is largely irrelevant. An hour a night usually, for my sanity.”
He takes an artificial breath to give the larger man a chance to respond, glancing around as they are walking through the facility. Trying to spot the hidden things.
“So, I mostly just putter around reading articles and learning languages with my spare time—especially since I met Darja. She inspired me to learn Estonian, and then I’m taking Cantonese, so I finished that out, and I’m also working on a good handful of the most popular ones around the world. That all being said, and since you guys are perhaps willing to make my arrangements better: I could use a bunch of MIT and Harvard-graduate student level textbook materials. Like a full database of every subject, as up to date as possible, and access to all the best journal sites, with a computer that can keep up with me, would be, you know, sweet as,” he goes on as he thinks about what they can offer as a group that is either well funded by some outside source, or by their own member’s genius patents. The computer is possibly the most expensive ask, but they were offered a house and he’s using it to improve himself.
“And if you expect me to remain circumspect, a car, I guess, eventually?” Having said that, he doesn’t make too many outlandish requests, the truth is, he can get most of that information for free on the internet. He just needs to don his eyepatch and parrot and go sailing the seven seas.
The follow-up earns a nod, and he begins to tell it all. The rule was not to reveal himself, and he has gone past that point.
“My parents are both metas. My mother is currently up near Saint Cloud in a mental facility after she hit someone with her car while blitzed. Omen can rank her if you want. My dad is also a meta-level genius, but he’s smarter than my mom, or at least more cunning in a, ‘I’ll rig everything twenty moves ahead’ sort of way, perhaps she’s better at the actual science? I can remember all of their conversations but they never did meta-level science in front of me. Mom did make a few things out of our microwave when she got blitzed, but her drinking slowed her down. She’s troubled, but she's getting better. She's good where she is now, but if you guys do anything to help her, just get her somewhere safe, nearby, structured. No alcohol, things to keep her occupied.”
He pauses.
What Jack doesn’t talk about is how his dad is almost certainly a hood, and how he suspects that the old guy may have been responsible for the two car wrecks, may have prodded the BEs to their current location, how Marlene’s house is close to a possibly-meta-related scene of multiple murders, and that high science is involved with people exploding. Or that he coincidentally showed up the very year that Darja did with the Program being restarted.
Too many strange coincidences and only one mad genius he knows who could do it.
Not to say there aren’t others, but others don’t know about him. Didn’t, anyway.