by Caroline Tigeress

Created on: December 05, 2009

An Odd Sort of Introduction
03 February 2067 13.37
Conner, Montana

FirePower's attache, Ensign Mark Tanner drove the Humvee Mk IX confidently through the snowstorm. They had arrived in Conner in the morning, she had instructed him to try to rest as much as possible during the day. She knew that Karl was a night person, and to meet him, she'd have to be working on his schedule. For now.

Elaine packed light, her stealth uniform, some civilian clothing, her Federal Identification, and her formal dress uniform. She had legal paperwork from the Department of Corrections, paperwork for Enlistment in the Military Mutant Corps, and a bottle of red medications. These would immediately neutralize the anti-inhibitors in his system. Only if he signed would she give them to him.
She scanned through the plastic display sheet with the standard contract. Five years, out as an officer in four, with a year flying solo before allowed for full expurgation of his criminal record. Not merely sealed, but erased. He would have no record, no history of his past actions.
It was a good deal. Not as good as the old deals used to be, but a good deal.
After she made sure her Adjunct had gotten settled she wandered the streets of Conner for an hour or so in her civilian clothing. She remembered the words of Crone at a Thanksgiving long ago. 'Without the little people, we are nothing.' Crone had said. It seemed like something silly, but she remembered how Crone had the command of everyone in that room, on that day, in that point in time.
Later, during a recorded lecture that Crone had given when she was a Professor of Philosophy at the University of Washington, back, a hundred years ago, she remembered something else. 'When we stop being kind, then we deserve no kindness to ourselves. It is important that we understand that no matter our position in life, no matter how powerful we become that kindness is paramount to existence. Only until we are trespassed do we then have to consider doing harm.'
She always wondered about that.
Still, she was on someone else's turf, and before she went hunting for her first apprentice had some legal issues to do.
As she walked down the street in the afternoon, it was quiet. She saw a Police Officer's car and flagged it down.
"Good afternoon, officer, I was wondering if you could tell me where the local Police Station is?" She asked.
The officer looked at her and pointed toward a side street. His name badge read, 'Potter' and he spoke in a quiet way:
"Except

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