zmouse

 It had been a long time since Angel could leave the office at six. As one of the few lawyers willing to tackle the often strange and absurd laws concerning meta human rights and responsibilities she was often swamped with work. Her moral and ethical stances didn't help either with easing her workload, as she would take cash-strapped clients as well as the rich ones. And it wasn't like she needed the money; her parents made sure of that. So she kept taking clients and fighting the good fight. In the courtroom, of course. But before she left she grabbed a bottle of windex and went to her favorite picture-frame. Whereas the rest of her legal

Snapshot adjusted his collar in the rear-view mirror. He was a detective; a stickler for details. He couldn't go to the scene of a crime looking as if he couldn't even see that his collar was uneven. It didn't matter that he hated dressing like this; appearances were very important. No costumes, no casual clothes. Snapshot's unit, the Meta Human Investigation Team, or MHIT, were not the caped crusaders of old. Their job was to stop supernatural crime where they could, investigate crimes in which the perpetrator was believed to be a meta human, and protect the weak. Still, he wished he actually had powers. "You're not fighting the bad guys, S