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Chapter 7 by otx otx

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NCP

1:54 pm

You check your smartphone. Again. Still no word from Trixie.

2:03 pm

You check your smartphone. Professor Edmonds frowns at you despite the fact that you're only one of over a hundred students in his lecture, and a good ten or twenty of you are on your phones.

3:14 pm

The lecture ends and the universe is now safe from hyperbolic trigonometry. Still no message. Professor Edmonds singles you out to stay after class. He waits until the other students are gone so you take the chance to check your phone again.

"Miss de Carlo, I normally don't pull my students aside like this, especially not the first years, but in your case I have to make an exception. You're a good student, and I'd hate to see you do something to hurt your academic standing."

"I'm sorry, Professor Edmonds; I like your class, really, but, uh, there's something personal going on in my life that's really distracting me."

"A powered villain stole something that you value very much and is teasing you with it. I was actually going to remark about your tee-shirt: the Board of Governors usually aren't fashion critics, but 'Keep Calm and Slide the Next One Up My Ass' might be going a bit too far."

It was about your tee-shirt? But... wait what? "How did you know about the super villain thing?"

"I'm an NCP."

Super-people are rated by the League: Class A's are the ones with kick-ass powers and fame; Class B's are the sort of garden variety types, or people with Class A powers and a really big scandal beneath them; Class C's are beginner heroes, like you, who haven't had a chance to make a name yet; Class D's are people with minor powers like Tunnel Vision, a guy who can see through walls and that's about it. Then there are the NCP's, or Non-Costumed Powers; their abilities are so minor or so useless that there never was a question of them wearing the tights. Bopso the Clown was one, with his power to transform to and from clown form at will; he's in jail now because his nose wasn't the only thing with red bulbous tip that he liked to entertain little kids with. Nancy 'Collatrix' Drough works in League Administration, where her ability to sort things at super-speed is put to good use.

"What's your power?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. However, it puts me in a special position to provide information."

"Do you know anything about a girl named Tricky Trixie?"

He concentrates for a moment. "Truly tremendous, Tricky Trixie traps trollops, tries tribbing, trades trysts."

"Huh?"

"Trixie Tremaine, the original Tricky Trixie, was a minor villainess; that was her signature tongue twister. She was picked up by the FBI in 1998 when she was three months pregnant; she's been at the Quantico Superhuman Research Facility ever since. Her daughter would be about your age, give or take a year."

"And you think this Tricky Trixie is the daughter?"

"I know she is; don't ask me how. Now, if I may be permitted to give you a nudge, you should run along home before your mother opens the mail."

You exercise your power. "Tell me how you know this."

"Nice try; one of the side effects of my power is that it makes me immune to yours. And thank you for the comment about my massages. Now scoot!"

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