25. I Can See Right Through You
You send a text to one of the numbers you've used to contact the King of Seattle. There's no direct response, but then, a few moments later, you receive a call from an unknown number in reply. After a lengthy exchange of pleasantries, inquiries about the developments in your social life, and a few pointed questions related to your semi-public debut as a super, you manage to direct the conversation towards your upcoming plans.
"Tentacle Girl and Jake just don't know how to deal with the Silent Siren's powers if they run into her," you say. "Ginger was looking for Dr. Marble when she disappeared, and I'm pretty sure that means she ran into Silent Siren."
"Hm. If she's managed to keep a low profile all this time living right under my nose, she's more clever than I had imagined," says the mellifluous voice of the first monarch to lay one of the numerous contending claims to Seattle. "Perhaps I dismissed her too hastily in my search for a suitable queen. She has truly exceptional power, but I questioned her temperament and intellect."
"Uh..." you hesitate for a moment, not quite sure what to say.
"Don't feel jealous, dear. You are in many ways more talented. Do you still have the ring I gave you?" The extremely sexy tenor voice lifts lightly.
"Yes," you say. Queen Victoria's engagement ring is, as far as you know, still safely hanging on a magnet on a non-Euclidean side of your office fridge.
"Good girl." His tone becomes warmer. "Now listen carefully. My agent will be able to identify you by that ring. Have it with you and go to a coffee shop, cafe, or bookstore, preferably one with an upper floor. You will receive a copy of Moby Dick in poor condition. Do not open it until you are back in a secure location. Now, what's this I hear about you having dinner at Giorgio's? What did you think of the ravioli?"
***
You sit upstairs in the bookstore-cafe, impatiently taking slow tiny sips from a triple-shot cinnamon butterscotch latte with extra foam, a certain ring burning a hole in your pocket in case you need to show it to someone. (After all the trouble you had getting it off, you're certainly not putting it back on.) A man in dark colored glasses taps his cane as he makes his way towards you, his scarred face familiar, hunched over the weight of a heavy backpack.
"Dave? Is that you?" You frown. You haven't seen your ex-boyfriend (aka Minion 1138) since he went to go post bail for the Silent Siren, posing as her long-lost brother.
"Huh. Ennie?" Dave's familiar voice confirms his identity. "I thought you were more padded. Less muscular. Didn't recognize you. Not that you were fat before, I mean, sorry, just ... yeah, never mind. I'm semi-retired now, but I get to do deliveries sometimes, and my injury pension comes with full medical and dental. I have three of them, but stay away from that woman, she's bad news." He gestures at his face. "Do I look ugly or distinguished?"
"Distinguished," you say, diplomatically. "She did that?"
"Not directly, but it was definitely her fault," Dave says. "Spare Change will be coming by your office later." He pulls a four-inch-thick hardcover the size of a small child out of his backpack, dropping it on the table with a thunk and then placing a business card on top. "Herman Melville is a terrible author," Dave says. "Call me sometime, we could do lunch or something."
***
Back at your office, you open the massive tome cautiously. It looks like someone tried to use it as a doorstop once upon a time – the binding is cracked and the pages are yellowed and dog-eared, with a faded black marker scrawled across several of them. You flip through the first chapter quickly before reaching a hollowed-out section of the book.
Inside, there are what looks like three pairs of solid black swimming goggles, with a small discreet button on the side, and a folded note. You read the note aloud for Midori's benefit.
"If you cannot see her, she cannot command you," you say. "Well, that's helpful. I hope these are more than just stylish blindfolds."
You slip on one pair of the goggles. Everything is completely black. You push the button, and the hair on the back of your neck raises as you hear - faintly - a high-pitched whine, a little like the wings of a mosquito, and a red display flicks on. You're looking at the room over your office, kind of. The couch is dark, and Midori is black; but the fridge is shiny, as is the tile floor of the kitchenette. You push the button again, and thin yellow wire-frames appear, mapping out the structure of objects in three dimensions. The wireframes over Midori keep flickering and curving, and after a few moments, they go away, replaced by a small blinking green line of text saying ANOMALOUS OBJECT.
You push the button a third time, and the high-pitched whine goes away. The underlying red layer grows muddier and darker, and the wireframes sparser as some of them flicker out.
"Here, you try," you say. As you speak, the red brightens everywhere, and the yellow wireframes shimmer and readjust.
Midori carefully dons a pair of goggles, looking around. "Hm. Yeah, it is kind of like having cloth tied over your eyes," she says, then walks over to the fridge, pulling out a soda. "I can see around them, they're really small in most dimensions. Mine aren't making the funny noise though."
"Try pushing the button," you say.
"Oh. They color everything red on the line of sight that goes through them in that one direction?" Midori asks as the high-pitched whine starts. "It's weird seeing things with a red overlay on top of them. Like, your face is red and beige at the same time instead of just beige."
Okay. That's a lot to take in. What did you tell the King about Jake?
[] He's wonderful and you're totally going to marry him.
[] He's your boyfriend and it's pretty serious.
[] He's your boyfriend but it's just a casual thing, you know?
[] Jake? What Jake?
[] (write-in)
What are you going to do about Dave? He's still kind of maybe holding a torch for you.
[] Nothing. Your life is complicated enough as it is.
[] Tell his boss that Dave needs to get over you and leave you alone.
[] Tell him that you have a boyfriend and that you're sorry.
[] Start texting back and forth with him, but don't make any plans to meet.
[] Schedule a lunch date.
[] (write-in)
Enough about your love life. What about Ginger and Silent Siren?
[] Pass the goggles on to Jake and Midori and let them have at it.
[] Change of plans. The team going in to investigate Dr. Marble's marked location is going to be ...
-[] (write-in team)
[] (write-in)