<strong>Medea<br/>Subway with Dark Aesir and Hellion<br/>Early Morning</strong><br/><br/>I smile and slip out of the car with the other two, and pulling out two of the larger crystal orbs, rolling them from hand to hand even as I walk.  Hellion has managed, with a real cause, to get Aesir to come along not only willingly but with the intent of helping.  It sounds like she isn't working on the same case I am, but that isn't a surprise.  Even my own interest in the death of the Comedian is solely personal.  I know there are others for whom his death is very personal, and others for whom his death was necessary.  But these two....I have the feeling it's a dead end.<br/><br/>Which would not be such a bad thing.<br/><br/>And then there is Hellion's other offer, the one she did not make to this strange, dangerous renegade from the government's pens.  It is tempting, except for the one thing she wants.  No masks, no hidden faces.  It would not require me to change much...but it would be something that no one has ever known.  Not even the government knows my civilian identities.  It is something to consider.  Still, an ally here can not hurt in any way.<br/><br/>"I'll come along and listen to the situation.  I may be of some help, but my work is usually of a less visceral nature."  As we step onto the train I fascinate the few people in the car - a drunk and an old bag lady, and they find themselves mesmerized, haunted....it isn't long before I have them on their feet, their precious belongings clutched to them, and they follow the movements of the crystal spheres which slide along my arms, over my hands, shifting in a bewildering array of improbable, slippery shapes.  A few whispered words of encouragement, and they shuffle slowly out to one of the other cars, leaving us alone.<br/><br/>I slide both spheres into their pouches, all a single continuous, fluid movement from start to finish.  I close the door after them, leaving them to waken on their own.  They won't remember - it will become part of the strange half-waking dream they live inside their entire lives.  "I prefer my privacy," I say with a slight smile as i turn and study this strange young man more carefully in the well lit tram.<br/><br/>Strange to think that his undernourished, seemingly frail body could manage the things I've read in his report....<br/>