the back and we move them?"
I grinned, "Sure!" It was great being useful, and it didn't take us long to move the vehicles into a big line over to the right.
Psystar asked me, "Do you know anyone that can suck up liquids or anything to get this gasoline off the highway?"
"No, I just became a hero this morning."
"Oh, okay. Hmm."
The officer jumped in, "Do you have a way to contact Muckman?"
I asked, "Who is that?"
"He's this weird hero that can do a lot of stuff with rocks. He's helped before on, err, moving that type of thing off accident scenes."
Psystar said, "Let me see if he's in the hero list on my phone." She suddenly turned and looked at the mass of men, "Really guys? Do you have to stare at her like that?" She shook her head.
I stepped behind her and looked over her shoulder as she looked in the hero contact list. Huh, that's pretty cool.
Psystar looked up over her shoulder at me and said, "Yeah, it's got some cool tools in it."
I remembered the scene this morning when Psycom took a picture of me being held by Chrome and said, "I think it has some way to figure people out by their picture too."
She stared at my eyes for a moment. "Wow, he took a picture of you like that? That's pretty rude."
"Yeah, not like I could move, she's really, really strong - wait a second. How did you know Psycom took a picture of me?"
"I'm a telepath; I hear and see what everyone thinks around me."
"How does that work?"
She shrugged, "I see T.V.'s out here for everyone near me. That and voices. All the time ... everywhere. Well, except for when I'm flying."
I had no idea how that worked, but it sounded confusing. I'm glad I'm super strong, can fly, and am burn proof then. I don't want some weird powers that make no damn sense.
Psystar pointed out Muckman in the contact list. She was about to click on his name when Agent Carson from this morning walked up.
Psystar said, "Hi, Agent Carson. I'm about to contact Muckman to deal with the fuel spill."
He replied, "I'll do it. Muckman takes a special touch to deal with. He's, hmm, special."
Psystar asked, "Wow, is that how he really talks?"
He said, "How what?"
"I'm seeing what you are thinking about. Hold on a sec."
She looked into my eyes, started waving her hands around and all of a sudden I saw this huge creature made of rock and earth that rose out of the ground. It was looking at me, and kept repeating "Muckman is here!" and "I is Muckman!" He sounded crazy. Then my sight went back to normal.
I said, "Whoa, what just happened?"
Psystar said, "I just, umm, stuck the video I got from Agent Carson onto your mindview. That's pretty cool, first time I got it to work right." Her eyes glowed brightly with a golden light behind the whites of her eyes.
"Sooo ... I just saw something from Carson's head?"
"Yep."
The guys at the crash scene were extremely thankful - a group of them lined up to shake hands, a few gave me hugs. Psystar had this odd humored expression on her face and backed off to stand by the officer as the group had approached.
Chapter 8 - Dr. Turnquist
Stephanie's Viewpoint
Agent Carson said, "Before you leave, I'd advise getting a real costume made. You'll go through a lot of normal clothes, and, well, end up like this fairly often." He waved his hand up and down at her.
I said, "I'll bring her to Dr. Turnquist. Well, assuming you want a real costume made...." I looked at Daphne, err, Diva. Damn Rael, he's gotten me thinking of her by her real name all the time. Perhaps I need to dig into his memories and see just how much time he spent with her....
Diva replied, "Oh. Sure, that's a great idea."
I looked at Agent Carson, "You have the rest of this handled?"
"The officer and I will clear it up. I need to wait for Muckman to show up and clean up the spill. No one else appears to need emergency medical attention. You're good to go."
"Thanks. Have a good evening,