The old team I helped manage is no longer with us.
We lost contact with them before what was supposed to be a simple house cleansing.
After seeing the crime scene photos, Iām glad we lost contact so nobody could hear them scream.
The Midwest faction being removed has opened up room for the paranormal to flood the midwest. Popping up like the weeds they are.
We can no longer rely on our neighboring exterminators to help.
Corporate has been looking for replacements for a month.
Today Iām going to meet a new client who will hopefully help us locate the other one.
I arrived outside a pastel house in Nevada with black trims around the windows . I sat outside in my black Thunderbird.
Sure, the house is out of my jurisdiction.
But the woman that lived here was worth the extra long drive.
Her powers involved manipulating the world, creating pocket dimensions or doorways to far away lands. practically just creating anything she could imagine. All this made her an insanely useful asset to our new team.
Plus, her house was full of exquisite art. The only thing it was full of really.. From what I could see at the doorway, it didnāt look like she had much furniture or anyone else in the house.
She was massive standing over me by at least two feet. She had to crouch to get through the door. I wondered if this was her real body or if this was her dream body. Either seemed plausible.
No one told her I was coming, they never do.
But routine is routine and even the talent knows that.
Blair or the unitcorn as they called her, Knew that well. she never spoke a word luckily we counted written consent for the job.
Though the only thing she ever wrote down was her own signature. in different fonts, trying to incorporate the unicorn into the visual of her name.
When she got in the car, she sat in the backseat.
making me have to reach further when I pulled her mask up far enough to put her to sleep with the unspecified chemical rag.
even if I was able to get a blindfold over this oneās extravagant hair.
Iād still have to knock her out.
itās mandatory we canāt let the supes know anything about the team until we know theyāre on the level. Especially not anything about this group.
When I started driving, I didnāt stop until I was in Kansas outside of a barn. I had to call in at least four more big guys to help carry this absolute unit inside.
me and my coworkers were still waiting to catch her up on what we needed from her. She had no reason to help us, but if she didnāt, her powers could go to waste.
use it or lose it or whatever they say.
Then I had an epiphany. What is the point in keeping secrets from this one?
Iām not even convinced thereās an actual person underneath that void unicorn mask.
So what the hell, I'll give it to her straight.
ā ghosts, cryptids, aliensā I squinted, tilting my head, nodding as if to give her credit ā even occasionally unicorns are real.ā
She cupped the cheeks of her own mask in her hands. I could almost hear the ghostly presence of what wouldāve been a dramatic gasp.
Instead, there was silence. Hell yeah, I thought.
No one ever follows that up with silence.
ā you already knew we found you a team, but we didnāt specify what youād be doing. We canāt let the public know weird things are out there that arenāt concerned about their protection. Supes make people feel good. Monsters, make people feel bad. Now the complication, we need your help with. We donāt actually know where one of your potential teammates are. We have sightings. We have a general location, but weāre hoping you could imagine a way to get her here.ā
She extended a finger standing up. I couldnāt tell if she was shushing me or telling me to be patient.
She took a clipboard from my colleague. Skimming through the reports and sightings for herself.
She threw the board over to the bed and pressed the temples of her mask.
Suddenly, loud, wet, thumping happened behind me.
something splashed against the back of my leg. I jump.
Looking behind me to the floor, a half dolphin, half human silky, abomination flopped against the linoleum.
It had a human face, a dolphin snout, and a blow hole, no neck. A dolphin body with human arms. It spoke a lot, but only in pained clicks and whistles.
This was not the right thing. āAHEM!ā I pointed down at the godforsaken creature she just thought up.
What a shame before she even looked at it. the damn thing evaporated.
On the file, the unit drew a canvas and easel in pen.
My team was quick to collect the supplies she asked for. along with an apron, paint and any other implied thing she would need.
We watched as she painted a crystal blue Seascape. She added so much detail in such little time. My colleagues didnāt understand just how impressive it was. having never dipped their toes into art themselves. They were all asleep an hour in, but not me.
I paid more attention to her comparing the reference photos from the files to the canvas than I even did my own work. But this was technically my work. I love my job, I thought.
Spilling. It started spilling. My coworkers were shocked awake. By the canvas flooding the room.
It hadnāt been pouring out for over five seconds, and it was already up to my shins.
This was about to be one expensive painting, at least in property damage.
The unitcorn had been hosed down to the other side of the room. Face down she laid in the water before she started to crawl skimming
through the water. The water was too shallow. If there was something there, she wouldāve seen it by now.
I had to stop it from destroying the facility. I took my tie clip off. marching slowly but ambitiously through the rising water to stab the canvas with my metal clip. I tried as hard as I could to get the dull clip to slice through the canvas. I tried too hard. I cut straight down into the wooden frame.
But that didnāt stop it.
The water kept spilling, and suddenly I was down in it.it was relatively shallow.
But the heavy water pouring down on top of my head felt so disorienting.
It took me a second to realize what happened.
Crawling out from where the water was falling, I looked up to see the unitcorn.
She towered above me, even she was struggling under the water's pressure.
she held her arms up, her palms full of periwinkle paint. While taking steps towards her creation that was currently attempting to drown her.
As soon as she got close enough to reach the canvas. She smeared the lighter paint over all the painted water she could see. And as quickly as it started, it stopped leaving us with just a bunch of water on the floor and a nicely painted winter landscape.
We were no closer to finding the rumored dolphin girl now than when we started but at least now we had a better understanding of how the unitcorn powers worked.
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