July 27, 2013
Mob Sister

It was an interesting week this week what with mobsters gunning for me. Once you're done doing your double-take (or triple maybe) let me tell you about it. You might remember back in February that the team and I took down an empathic home invader. We handed him off to the Protectorate and then that was last I spoke of it. I did check in on what they were doing with him and it was basically incarceration until he agreed to submit to conditioning to prevent him from misusing his gifts again. Basically he has to agree to let them make him not use his emotional transmitting portion of the power. They won't even ask him to block his sensing of emotions. If you can't use your gifts responsibly then you don't get to use them--if we catch you. It's that simple. It's like forcing a hacker to never use a computer again. Not life threatening, not really freedom stealing overall, but punishment all the same.

The home invader had a sister. She is, by her own admission, part of some mafia from one of the former Soviet Republics. She didn't take too kindly to the disappearance of her brother and since then she has been trying to track me down. I really shouldn't have done it, but I let her catch up to me, just her though. We separated her from the rest of her friends. If I were less trustworthy, or I thought that it was more dangerous of a situation I'd have taken measures to disguise my appearance. Even glasses and a hat. Any way. She demanded that I hand over her brother immediately. I told her I couldn't, that he was in custody. Almost like a cliche she chewed me out as some kind of American pig. I told her if I was the American law that her brother would be dead and his parts under someone's microscope. She didn't take that suggestion too well--as if it was next in my nefarious plans.

I told her he misused his gifts and now he needed to pay for it. She had only to wait and he would be released. She wouldn't have any of it. She spat out something about devil's eye or not, he was still her brother and she would kill me if I didn't return him immediately. I explained that psychic gifts were not the devil's eye, but if she really felt that way I would use mine in self-defense. That made her wary but not enough. She pulled a gun. I've said it before and I will again now, maybe I watch too much television. I figured my only option was a fairly serious show of force. I'd be loathe to do this without the danger presented, beyond just that moment even, but before she was likely even ready to fire I took control of the trigger and then I twisted the entire gun out of her hand breaking her trigger finger in the process. I flew the gun through the air over to me and hovered it in front of me pointing at her. The magazine slipped out of it to the ground and I ejected the bullet in the chamber. I hurtled it back to her stopping less than an inch from her face and slapped her somewhat lightly on the cheek with the butt of the gun.

She glared at me, the kind of look that in my world could potentially kill. I told her not to push her luck or I'd pistol whip her and leave her some nice scars to remember me. I ended by telling her to let it go and wait for his release. I didn't mention that some time soon they'll be forced to block his gift without his consent, wipe out the last few months of his memory and leave him somewhere a state or two away. I then hauled her into the air, gently by her whole body, and then left. When I was well away I let her down, gently again... after a short sharp drop just to make a point. Now either she'll wait or as I expect the mob will be after me.

Tags: Blaine (MN), empathy (psychic), home invasion, law, mafia, The Protectorate, punishment.