Sue Storm Gets A Call From The Police

The night after Reed Richards and the others left that Sue Storm got a call from the police. A situation had arisen that required her consultation. Even in her injured state, Sue couldn't deny a visit from the New York Police Department. It was almost midnight when the uniformed officer arrived, a middle-aged Black man, with tired eyes, hair prematurely grey. He had a manila folder under his left arm.

"Lieutenant Simms," he introduced himself.

Sue shook his hand. She wore a version of her Fantastic Four costume that more closely resembled a one-piece bikini than anything else; the arms and legs were laid bare, to accommodate the bandage on her left thigh.

"Susan Storm-Richards," she said, and stared him in the eye. To his credit, his eyes did not wander.

"I'm sorry to intrude on you while you're recuperating," the officer said, as they took a seat in the living room. "But we've been having an issue, and it's gotten serious. A number of sex workers have been violently sexually assaulted lately. Women, mid-thirties, blonde. And..."

He opened the folder and laid a photo on the glass top of the coffee table.

"...all of them were dressed in a variant of your costume," he said. "The volume of semen is...inhuman. We think we're dealing with a mutant."

"Good lord!" Sue's eyes went wide.

"Our serial **** has an unhealthy fixation on you," Simms continued. "The victims weren't concealed. He dumped them where they would be found. In the alleys around the Baxter Building. The cameras that should have caught sight of him malfunctioned, and there are no witnesses. Which suggests a high degree of resourcefulness. Aside from the enormous amount of genetic material, no evidence was left behind."

Sue Storm felt sick to her stomach. To think these crimes were happening, right under her nose. It was disgusting. Infuriating.

"I'll do whatever I can to help," Sue promised.

"I'm glad to hear that," Simms said. "Because we have a plan to catch him. It's dangerous, and we considered using an undercover officer, but it has to be someone they cannot resist..."

"Bait," Sue realized. "You want me to be bait in a trap."

"Yes," Simms acknowledged.

"I'll do it," the Invisible Woman decided, as she stared at her poor doppelganger. She looked six months pregnant in that photo. Whatever that woman had done in her life, she didn't deserved what happened to her. And Sue knew that whoever had done that, had thought about her the entire time they were doing it.

"What's the plan?"