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Topic: North (05/05/16)
TITLE: One Thousand Miles
By Sara Harricharan
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“…They said North’s were short, but she’s tiny.”
“…I heard she uses transport crystals-“
“Really? Why can’t she just ‘port to the kid and-“
Diane brought the casefile up in a practiced swipe for the perfect headslap.
It worked beautifully.
“Gossip on your own time. We have a girl to find!” Diane scolded. She waved them off and tried not to crumple the casefile in hand.
Her childhood friend, Verona North, was somewhere in their makeshift headquarters.
They’d setup on the outskirts of the town where the young girl had last been seen. A truly disturbing circumstance—according to the media.
Frustrated over traditional methods, Diane had called for Verona, the only High Telepath both accredited and licensed to practice beyond the radius of a thousand miles. The only daughter among the famed North Clan—renowned for their extraordinary mental powers and skills.
“Stop worrying,” Verona’s grumpy voice filtered out.
Diane swallowed her yelp and looked down to find that familiar, piercing gaze locked on her—from under one of the recruit’s desks. “Verona?”
“Your worrying echoes and it’s distracting me,” Verona said. She yawned, accepting the proffered hand for exiting her temporary hiding place. “Cold.”
Diane rolled her eyes and shrugged out of her jacket. Verona was her guest and that meant sharing things.
“Any word from the last checkpoint?” Verona hummed, dwarfed in the navy blue jacket.
“Nothing. They went as quickly as they could.”
Verona clenched her jaw. “I told you they wouldn’t be fast enough—I warned you!”
“There’s no way we could’ve known that-“
“You could have trusted me. She’s a little girl. Who knows what that creep has in mind for-“ Verona shuddered. “Better yet, let’s not think about it. I need to focus and you’re not helping.”
“Well maybe if you could tell me what you’re doing, instead of assuming I follow your mystical mind voodoo—maybe we could see concrete results-“
Verona staggered a few feet forward. “It’s telepathy. Wide-scale telepathy. Not my fault you’re just a normal human.”
Diane glowered. “Watch your-“ she flinched when Verona whirled around. Her movements stuttered when she caught sight of blazing violet eyes instead of soft brown ones. “Verona?”
“Shopping district. Quadrant twelve. Coordinates oh-one-three-oh-five-oh-nine-one-two…” Verona trailed off, shaking herself all over, the eerie light fading from her eyes. “Found her. Wait ‘till I get my hands on that creep.”
“What? No—Verona, wait! You don’t have authority to arrest-“
“But I can use a transport crystal,” Verona shot back. “I’ll be fine.”
“No! You are not using some freaky crystal to ‘port into a dangerous-“
“I guess you’ll have to come too.” Verona grinned, madly. Her eyes bright. Her smile wide. Her laugh unsteady.
Diane froze. “Verona-!”
“Hold your breath,” Verona sing-songed. She leaned forward, hugging Diane, as she whispered the words to activate the personal transporter that hung ‘round her neck.
A brilliant flash of white light illuminated the base, shuffling papers and tugging at the few officers who remained. A flurry of activity started up, but the pair had already vanished.
Verona’s portal spat them out behind a large grocery store, where a familiar kidnapper burst out from a side door, dragging a young girl behind him.
Diane didn’t hesitate. She was grateful for the fact that Verona moved quickly when properly motivated. She emptied five tranquilizer darts into the kidnapper—before she registered the quiet, crooning speech delivered behind her.
“…And you’re all safe now, alright? My name is Verona North and that scary lady over there is Detective Diana Marshall. We’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
“I want my mommy!”
Verona gave a hiccuping laugh. “You’ll see her soon, sweetie. I promise.” She shrugged out of her borrowed jacket and wrapped it around the little girl’s shoulders. “Need any help?”
Diane snorted. She’d just finished testing her new cuffs. They looked nice and shiny on guilty hands. “The next time you ‘port me out of a supervised space and into a-“
“Oh come off it. It’s not like anyone else could it,” Verona said, slyly. “Or could they?”
Diane glared at her and drew out her badge. She flipped it open, dropping to a less-threatening crouch beside the smug Verona. “Hi, my name is Diane Marshall…”
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