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Morgan slides the night vision goggles up to rest on top of her head as she stands up. Everything in the warehouse was accounted for and ready to go for the heist Friday.
"This is gonna be so good," they say to themselves.
The black of the warehouse is then broken by a flash of lightning, quicker than a blink and bright enough to Illuminate the entire building, throwing harsh and dramatic shadows.
Morgan is immediately on guard, carefully looking around. They know it wasn't natural lightning, the weather conditions weren't right.
"Who's there?" She calls out.
There's another flash of light, smaller but just as quick, straight down the aisle from her. A second one follows, this one sustained by an arc of electricity flowing between two hands, the lighting letting them see the person walking closer.
It's a teenager, wearing some street clothes stylized in a slapdash attempt for a costume. She must have recently gotten her powers and was trying to make it as a vigilante. Morgan can play along.
"Fun fact, I own this building. So if you were worried I was someone breaking in, that would actually be you," it's a lie, but nothing in Morgan's demeanor gives it away.
The vigilante continues her march forward.
"Can I get a name? Something to tell police when they ask who trespassed. Is it Zappy? Electro? Or are you less on the nose and it's more like Arc, or Tesla, or Charge?" Morgan quips as the teen gets close.
She lets out a growl that turns into a yell right as she swings.
Morgan ducks, fist flying over their head. They roll to the side to get out of the teens range and reevaluate, springing to their feet. This is definitely not baby's first vigilante outing. She had targeted Morgan too, no way she hadn't, she was too determined and angry, and they weren't even bantering!
They also didn't have any rubber to counter her besides the soles of their shoes. Could they kick high enough to block her? Doubt they had time to take their shoe off.
No time to think about it, she moves in and swings again, and Morgan kicks up, just barely knocking her hand away as it lights up with sparks.
Morgan moves back. "Hey, this feels oddly personal, do you wanna sit down and-" She's interrupted by yet another attack, throwing up an arm to block and catching her on her forearm, and brace for the shock.
When it doesn't come, they grin in glee. "You can only conduct through your hands? Does that mean the rest of you isn't immune to electricity? Can you conduct anywhere else? Your feet?"
"Shut up!" The teen screams, kicking Morgan away.
Morgan stumbles back with a wheeze. "Taking that as a no."
She doesn't attack in their moment of weakness, too caught up in- something. Morgan doesn't rightly know what's going on at this point. She takes the moment given to her to climb up the boxes besides them both so that she's over the teen.
"Do you wanna take a break? You seem upset and frankly I'd like to know what my part in it is," they ask from their perch.
The kid goddamn snarls. "This isn't a game !" And with a strength that, in hindsight, Morgan should've prepared for, kicks one of the lower boxes supporting Morgan.
The wood snaps then buckles, sending Morgan and several other boxes to the floor.
She lands on her side, hitting her elbow just right and leaves her funny bone tingling. She grabs her elbow, and laughs lightly.
"Oh you're good at this, did someone train you?" Morgan asks, still a bit of giggle in her tone. She’s impressed, strange and mysterious circumstances aside.
This only angers the teen further, electricity shooting off her fists. "God you're infuriating I can't believe we're related!" She clearly didn't mean to say that, and steps back with a look of shock.
Morgan stops laughing, feeling colder than the concrete floor beneath her. They know exactly who this is. There's no one else it could be. They hadn't seen her since she was a toddler, when she was all giggles and smiles and rainbows and not this boiling over rage standing above her.
They had thought about seeing her of course. Send a spybot just to check up, but she was afraid one would become two and then three and Morgan found themselves afraid to invade the privacy of someone who didn't even remember them. So they survived off every scrap of information Diego and Chad gave her about her sweet baby sister.
"Jamie," Morgan breathes, the name coming out as more of an idea than a word.
Jamie takes another step back.
"Jamie, what… What is this? What's going on? Are you okay?" She asks.
"Don't pretend to care!" Jamie snaps.
"I— I know I haven't been there but I wanted to be-"
"Stop it!"
"Diego and Chad have told me so much, and- and this doesn't seem like you-"
"I said stop it!" She yells and Morgan falls silent. She shakes her head and takes several more steps back. "I shouldn't have come here, Mom and Dad said-"
"Mom and Dad?" Morgan interrupts. "They didn't put you up to this did they?"
She shakes her head harder. "No."
"Jamie, just, try and calm down, we can talk-" Morgan cuts herself off when Jamie turns and runs. She sits upright and brings her hand up to snap, puts her fingers together, then stops.
If she summons Jamie back now she'll just run again. And the heist, what if she needs it then?
She lets her hand drop to her lap, and watches Jamie disappear around the far corner. They fall back to rest on their elbows, and take a moment to tell themselves that the feeling of everything crashing down around them is internal, and that the warehouse is still standing.
"Fuck, Jamie," they say. "What happened to you?"