[Crack Week] Mission Log #327

I've decided that it's best to work my way up; I have to get used to working solo, to being on my own. No backup. I'll prove my worth.

Tonight I rescued a young woman alone from the advances of a boorish hoodlum. Small fry, perhaps, but to her I'm sure it meant the world. The fight must begin somewhere.

She was in costume -- but she said she was fighting a different war than the one I fight on the streets.

Not a war against crime. She didn't exactly explain what it is that she was fighting against -- I didn't ask. She was distracting me. I wonder, now, if she was trying to hide something. Should have thought of that at the time.

I don't think she quite understands how risky the streets are. I tried to impress upon her how dangerous it can be -- that there are real criminals who won't hesitate to prey on a woman who dresses like that -- but I'm not sure she was paying attention.

I'm not sure I was paying attention.

I need to act more professional. There's no reason I should have been so distracted by her clothing.

Her voice.

Her--

The Scud is a professional superhero.

Time to get some sleep; only two hours before I have to get up and go to class. I hope the espresso machine in the dorm lounge is working; I'm going to need the caffeine.

If she hadn't been wearing gloves, I could have lifted her fingerprints off of my costume... Why didn't I at least ask for her codename?