The Struggle Vs. Me.

What is it with me and handcuffs? I wonder if Susan even had this problem.

We seem to clash with various authorities quite a bit. I should really look into getting that taken care of--this getting arrested thing is becoming a habit. A habit that chafes the wrists.

First, there was the FBI. It wasn't their fault, really--HAIRLOSS put them on our trail to cover his disappearance from... wherever he was designed. Champaign, I think. He decided to explain his sudden absence by suggesting that he was taken by terrorists--and then those terrorists backed him up, surprise, surprise. So then when they tracked pictures of me with him...Matthew Underwood seems to be linked to terrorists. And I got taken in--repeatedly. I feel a little bad for the agents that didn't make it, but dang it, I warned them. I'm not a terrorist, I'm a Noble, and even the Valde Freaking Bellum says I can't let them walk over me. Fortunately, the FBI collapsed. Turns out that in strange aeons such as these, even Bureaus may die.

But then, Mr. Cross calls us up to look into the death of a friend of his. Yeah, the Power of Mysteries, solver of many, calls us--mostly for Inquisitor support, I guess. And, of course we look into it--not only has Cross helped us for little reason before, his friend happens to have played a rather badass agent on a popular television action series, 24.

So, we go. We bypass some cops on the scene with a little bluff from Cross, and we figure things out--good old Jack Bauer was a sacrifice of sorts for a miracle to stop Torture from being an effective way to gain information. And, when we walk outside, more important cops are there, and they get jumpy that people were in and around the crime scene without their permission. They were Cammoran, just like the assassin, and they didn't realize who we were. So on go the cuffs. It didn't take long for someone with more brains than police equipment showed up and figured out who we were, thankfully.

So, I need to remember to get Kimiko on the phone and see if she can get us a...badge, or something. Maybe lots of badges. A plethora of them--it might help my delicate wrists.

~Matt