A Day In The Life, Part 1: Blastwave

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(May 25th)

“So, Wave. If you could have any super power, what would it be?” Lying on her back, her indigo cape spread out beneath her, Agent Moonbeam watched the clouds pass by overhead through a grid of iron, a radio mike in one ear.

Standing next to her, her arms crossed on the rim of the fire escape the two were sitting on, Agent Blastwave raised an eyebrow as she looked at her coworker and friend, pausing halfway through the sandwich she was eating. “I have superpowers.”

“It's a hypothetical.” Moonbeam said. “You can't have your own powers. Pick something else.”

There was a long pause, and then Blastwave sighed. “Fine. Telepathy.” When Moonbeam glanced over at her, she shrugged. “It'd cut through all the crap that most people say. Plus, I've noticed people are always more honest to telepaths, because there's no point lying. I wouldn't mind knowing who I can count on and who's just a twit I don't need to pay attention to.”

“Hm.” Moonbeam nodded slowly. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“You guess?” Blastwave resumed eating, her expression curious.

“Most telepaths I know would give an arm to have some other power.” Moonbeam explained. “It may be the least popular super-power in history for the people who actually have it.”

“That's just because most telepaths are over-sensitive.” Wave shrugged, speaking around the sandwich. “I dated one once. She got jealous every time I noticed another woman, and then she knew that I was noticing other women because she was a telepath, and then she wanted me to stop, which I'm pretty sure isn't possible. Didn't matter that I would never do more than notice them. That was all it took.” She shook her head. “Not a good candidate for thought-reading.”

“Yeah, but it happens to a lot of telepaths. That's what I mean.” Moonbeam shook her head. “Most people don't really think about it, but they have a rough time of it.”

“Okay, so now that you've finished dissected my choice, what about you?” Wave asked.

“Hm?” Moonbeam, lost in thought, glanced over. “What about me what? I'm not a telepath.”

“What power would you choose?” Blastwave pressed.

Moonbeam looked at the last piece of sandwich as her friend popped it into her mouth. “I wouldn't mind being able to eat all day and never gain a pound.”

“Okay, (a) you should see my food bill before you make a comment like that, and (b) you asked the question. You don't get to dodge it.” Blastwave said.

“Sorry, it's just that most people don't actually ask me back. They just answer the question and keep on with what they're doing.”

“You ask a lot of people that?” Blastwave asked.

“Absolutely. I think it tells you a lot about a person.” Moonbeam replied. “For example, almost no actual supers answer that they want flight. It's the most popular choice with non-supers. I've never been able to figure out why that is.”

Blastwave glanced at the rocket pack sitting next to her. “Vertigo. Most supers have flown with someone or something at least a few times. Most normal people only take planes.”

“Hm. It's a thought.” Moonbeam considered, then added. “And, of course, lots of people choose telepathy, but almost no super does. They know how much trouble it is.”

“Screw you.” Blastwave made a rude gesture in Moonbeam's direction.

“I don't think Amber would approve.”

Blastwave blinked, then chuckled. “That she would not. Girl's a bit of a prude, really. One time, she…” She broke off, and considered a moment. “Actually, I won't bore you with the details.”

“Please don't.” Moonbeam grinned. Then she tapped the radio receiver in one ear. “We have movement inside – sounds like all five of our perps. I'm going in. Head for the roof.”

“Got it.” With a sharp salute, Blastwave grabbed her jetpack and started to climb, slinging it over one shoulder as she went. Below her, Moonbeam flickered out of sight as she started down the ladder. “Here goes nothing.”

Moonbeam's voice crackled over her comm, inaudible to the naked ear despite being only twenty feet below her. “Seriously, though, you had better be in place when I deploy.”

“I know what I'm doing.” Blastwave chuckled. “Have I ever let you down?”

“Last September, when…”

Blastwave cut her off. “How do you remember these things? And that wasn't my fault, they had a cyclops. Also, you were fine.”

“Just be there this time. Please.” The line went silent, and Blastwave sighed.

“Yes, ma'am.” Rolling her eyes, she moved onto the roof, and waited.

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