<strong>Medea<br/>Alley of Quincy's<br/>Early Morning</strong><br/><br/>"I think that what you mean is you like to be owed favors," I gently admonish the excitable woman.  The gentle hypnosis I used to help the distraught Vincent give her what she wanted to know also left me with a way to get back into his psyche.  He can be useful to me - if he doesn't kill himself first.<br/><br/>"While this is not my typical sort of work, it does seem you'll need some help with this strange Watchman.  He seems a rather volatile sort of fell - as well as exceedingly lucky."  And something else.  Superhuman strength, seeming invulnerability, inhuman swiftness....I recall a file I read in my government listings.  "In fact, he might even be a madman.  If so, I'm likely going to have to rely on other tricks besides my voice and crystal balls."  Hypnosis doesn't work well on truly insane people, or at least not predictably.  Chemical hypnosis might work better, but if he's an actual Watchman or a government project gone amok, then even that won't be reliable.<br/><br/>I watch Hellion move, that slippery, feline sort of grace that is both alluring and threatening.  Our boot heels clack softly on the pavement, and I smile at her, enjoying how sleek and predatory she seems.  But there's still that undercurrent of tension, that strange sense of something she's looking for.  I could figure it out, given time, but we have other business.  "How long have you been haunting this city, Hellion?  You seem to know it's slime rather well."