Golden Age, Episode 7, Part 3
People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.
While my life as a hero was getting better, my life at home was getting worse. Pretending our life was normal was taking a toll on my mom. She spent all of her time trying to make sure my dad didn’t think anything was wrong, but things were wrong.
Whenever I got the mail I noticed that their were more and more notices from the hospital. The envelopes were now stamped “PAST DUE” and there were more and more of them everyday. I was worried, I needed to get a job.
I did some research, trying to find a job I could do while in school and being a hero. Searching online for a part time job, I saw nothing that met the criteria. Fighting crime did not pay.
As I sat in my room trying to find a job I wondered if this is what led people to a life of crime. I possessed all of the skills necessary to become a criminal, I had interacted with a number of criminals and knew exactly what they had done wrong. Would it be worth it?
Luckily I was torn away from this train of thought by a notification from my crime system. At this point I realized that the crime tracker system needed a name. I took my cue from Acme Hero Equip, Inc. and named it CrimeBot. I hoped to make it more usable and possibly distribute it out to other heroes.
The notification said that a late night robbery of a shoe store was about to go down. Checking the data I noticed that it was in the same area as the last couple of crimes I had broken up.
When I took down The Rat I was able to narrow his location down because of the location of his crimes. Once I got home I would apply that same principle to this groups actions.
I texted my mom, telling her I was headed out and that I might be home late. Her reply was a simple ‘k’. Stopping by the living room on my way out I gave my dad a hug and waved to my mom as I went out the door. I tried not to notice the glass of wine she always seemed to have.
I suited up, taking my time to make sure everything was ready to go. Mask was fully charged, all of the contacts were clean and attached wall. The action of drawing my baton was smooth. I was ready.
My scooter started up with a little cough, the cold making it sluggish to start. I let it warm up while I double checked the location. The red dot appeared on the map in my HUD and I headed out of the garage.
As I approached the location, I got another notification. Another red dot appeared in my HUD a block away from the first. Then a third, followed by a fourth. It continued until I had ten dots flashing all over downtown.
Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.