Cosmic Girl gets help finding Jack

Field Agent Marco Strauss is one of the foremost minds at the Central Hero Intelligence Agency. The Central Hero Intelligence Agency was created as a multi-national government agency after World War 2. It’s goal is to protect the lives of humanity from evil or alien super threats. To accomplish this mission, it employs thousands of experts and technology tools to keep intelligence on super villains and heroes and to provide assistance to law enforcement and super heroes.

Cosmic Girl and the CHIA have a long established partnership and history together. Cosmic Girl has destroyed or inactivated countless super threats thanks to the intelligence provided by the CHIA. On the flip side of the coin, CHIA has relied on Cosmic Girl and other trusted super heroes to protect its buildings and agents from threats from time to time.

Marco likes working the evening and night shift in CHIA’s New York office. It was quieter, less meetings, and gives him time to test out new tech experiments. He had just spilled his Coffee Mate all over his mug when he heard a robotic voice over the loudspeaker, “Super Hero ID 5461 Cosmic Girl has arrived at entrance 8G.” Marco knows door 8G well, it was the exterior security entrance to his office on the 56th floor. He looks over to the transparent door and sees Cosmic Girl floating in mid-air, waiting to be invited in.

Cosmic Girl waves hello when she sees Agent Marco make eye contact with her through the reinforced glass door. Marco walks over and uses his security badges to open the door.

“Hey Ilana, is that a new costume you’re wearing or are you just happy to see me?,” Marco jokes with her.

Cosmic Girl smiles back at Marco’s joke.

“C’mon in,” Marco gestures to her.

Cosmic Girls flies slowly inside through the security doorway and hovers over near Marco’s desk before landing. She turns back toward him.

“Can I offer you a water or coffee?,” Marco offers. “I just made a fresh pot.”

“Sorry to interrupt you Marco, it’s just that I desperately need your help,” Cosmic Girl employs to Agent Marco.

“Of course.. for you? ****? Tell me what happened?” Marco asks Cosmic Girl.

“Instead of telling you, do you mind if I telepath you?” Ilana asks. “It’s much more efficient.”

“By all means,” Marco responds and closes his eyes.

Cosmic Girl focuses in on Marco's brainwaves and concentrates. Almost instantly she connects and telepaths into Marco’s mind.

She begins sharing her memory of Lektra ambushing them and **** She shares with him the coworkers removing the Cerulian bracelet and rescuing her. She shares the faint feelings and signal she has from Jack’s mind.

Marco is enveloped with the entire experience on the rooftop patio. Every sight, sound and subtlety becomes clear to him.

Cosmic Girl shifts her concentration and disconnects her telepathic connection from Marco.

Marco follows suit and opens up his eyes letting out a huge exhale. He looks a bit disheveled like he just woke up from a hypnotic state.

“I still.. have never gotten used to that,” Marco responds.

“Now you know what I’m dealing with. I’ve got to find Lektra and rescue Jack,” Cosmic Girl pleads to Marco.

Marco starts walking towards his desk that’s full of computer screens and monitors of all sizes and sorts. It looks as if he could command the whole Earth from all the gadgets and gizmos he has setup.

“Well let’s see what we’ve got,” Marco says as he sits down at his desk.

He logs in to the CHIA system and begins tying in commands on his keyboard.

Cosmic Girl, standing behind Marco, begins scanning the information coming up on the screens.

“You know Lektra is particularly tough to track,” Marco comments. “Every type of tracking device or sensor we’ve ever tried she ends up destroying with her electromagnetic powers almost immediately.”

He continues as he types,”For the last few years or so, we’ve been limited to using video recognition or image capture to track her.”

A barrage of video windows from many different cameras begin appearing on Marco’s monitors. To the right, a geographic monitor begins highlighting cameras at various locations.

“And even with that.. Lektra has started detecting and/or destroying cameras before we even see her sometimes,” Marco continues.

Then a soft voice appears from behind them,”Sorry to interrupt, it’s just that.. well.. Cosmic Girl I am.. my family is like your biggest fans.”

“Sasha not now!” Marco yells.

It was Sasha, his new female graduate intern from Columbia university.

“Would you mind autographing my copy of your book?” Sasha asks Cosmic Girl.

Sasha holds up her copy of Cosmic Girl’s biography “All Women are Heroes” along with a sharpie pen.

Cosmic Girl turns and smiles at the obvious fan.

“Of course not,” she replies to Sasha.

Cosmic Girl points her long silver gloved hand towards Sasha standing a few feet away. The pen leaps out of Sasha’s hand and uncaps itself in mid-air. Using her telekinetic powers, Cosmic Girl opens the book cover to sign it. Without touching it, she animates the pen. It flies it the book to start writing. With another gesture of her finger, the pen recaps and flies back into Sasha’s hands as the book cover closes.

“Wow cool,” Sasha exclaims.

She looks down at the magical autograph and runs back across the office overtly satisfied by her encounter.

Out of the corner of her eye, Cosmic Girl turns and sees something on the monitor. She points at one of the video monitors.

”Wait.. stop.. there.. zoom in on that,” she asks Marco.

Marco types a couple commands and instantly the video takes over the screen and becomes hyper-zoomed in. The pixelated image, then begins sharpening and revealing two humanoid objects.

“Good catch, that looks like Lektra alright,” Marco tells Cosmic Girl.

“Sure does,” Ilana responds. “and that electro-orb floating next to her has Jack inside.”

Marco speaks to his supercomputer,”“Ilana bot can you verify the ID of the super in video 7654-23.19?”

A robotic voice responds,” “Super Villian ID 12859 Lektra is confirmed.”

“Ilana bot?” Cosmic Girl questions Marco.

“What? I named her after you,” Marco responds embarrassed. “You should be flattered.”

Cosmic Girl rolls her eyes at Marco with a grin.

“Can we track which direction she’s flying?” Cosmic Girl asks.

“Sure. Say you wouldn’t mind handing me my coffee mug over there would you?,” Marco responds as he types in some key commands to the super computer.

Cosmic Girl looks over at the mug on the table Marco is pointing to. She points her index finger at it and begins levitating it with her powers. It flies across the office. The bottom of the mug briefly starts glowing with orange energy. She hovers it to land perfectly onto Marco’s desk within arms reach.

“I warmed it up for you too,” Cosmic Girl tells Marco.

“Thank you,” Marco says as he takes a sip of the coffee.

Marco gets back to work.

“Now it looks like Lektra was flying due east,” Marco says. “At her velocity she could be twenty to a hundred miles away from New York City by now.”

“Well I suppose I can head that direction and hope to get a stronger mind connection from Jack,” Cosmic Girl comments.

“Wait before you do that.. we’ve been tracking something recently that may be related,” Marco responds.

Marco types in some more key commands and a satellite image pops up and zooms immediately into a series of industrial buildings.

“We’ve been monitoring some odd electro-magnetic behavior in this abandoned metal factory on the outskirts of the city,” Marco comments.

He types another command, and the satellite image gets filtered to show electro-magnetic energy. It’s clear that a couple buildings in particular are lit up with electrical activity.

“We can’t tell definitively if it’s Lektra doing this,” Marco tells Cosmic Girl. “But it’s certainly got her signature.”

“So what we may want to do is.. first we..” Marco gets interrupted.

A robotic voice comes on the loudspeaker again,”Entrance 8G is activated and open.”

Marco turns around from his desk. Cosmic Girl has vanished.

“Ilana?” Marco yells.

He runs over to the window near door 8G only to catch a tail end glimpse of Cosmic Girl’s silver boots flying away eastward into the night horizon.