Pink 12-05 (Summus Proelium)

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I had a dozen texts and three voicemails from Wren once I tore my replacement phone out of its plastic packaging, set it up, and downloaded my old Touched phone data to it. Mostly they were a three-to-one mix of her being terrified of what had happened to me and her wanting to show me the stuff she’d been working on. Apparently she and Fred had already started moving stuff back to the old shop, and she had some spiffy new defenses she wanted me to see. 

So, I called her up to let the girl know I was on the way and that I was fine. Fine enough, at least, that she really didn’t need to know how sore I felt or how much my ribs hurt if I turned too fast or bent over. Yeah, I wasn’t going to make her even more worried. She was a kid, and was still trying to put her own life together. No way was I going to put something like that on her. 

Wren hurriedly informed me that she and Fred were at the old store right then, and I promised I’d be there soon. After that, it was just a matter of getting another ride over to that general area, using a random roof to (somewhat awkwardly) change into my costume (sans the helmet, which was still back with the damn Scions), then heading over to the pawn shop itself. On the way, I kept a sharp lookout for anything out of the ordinary. Yeah, people weren’t after the vials anymore and most knew that attacking a Tech-Touched on their own turf was a bad idea. Not to mention the fact that very few should have any idea a Tech-Touched lived there. But still, the whole idea made me nervous. I really wanted to tell Wren to give it up. Except this was her dad’s store. There was no way she would just walk away from it, no matter what the potential danger was. Getting her to create defenses was the best I could hope for. Well, that and hoping that if things were actually bad, Fred would insist they leave. 

Stepping through the front door, I found the main floor of the shop looking about the same as it had the first time I was there. It was, of course, still an enormous open space about as wide as the school gym, with dozens of shelves scattered around that were filled with all sorts of seemingly random stuff, while the central third of the space was several feet lower than the rest, with various built-in steps leading down into that pit area. 

The same four glass counters formed the same rectangle around the space where the clerk worked. As I entered, both Wren and Fred were there, busy talking about something. The moment the bell dinged, Wren blurted my name (well, Paintball at least), slid off the counter she’d been perched on, and dashed my way. Two steps into it, the wings popped out of her metal backpack thing and she glided the rest of the way before landing right in front of me. Then I was being hugged tightly. Luckily, I saw it coming and popped an orange circle onto my back for defense so I wouldn’t crumple from the force of it. As it was, I had to grit my teeth tightly, managing a weak, “Hey, Wren. Sounds like you’ve been pretty busy lately, huh?”

Pulling back a bit, the little blonde nine-year-old squinted up at me, very obviously annoyed. “Pretty busy? Pretty busy? You go off and almost get yourself killed and all you have to say about it is that I’ve been busy?!” She gave a loud huff, folding her arms. “You’re in trouble.” Despite her words, it was obvious that it took a lot for her to sound as stern as she did. The kid was trying as hard as she could to be serious and let me know just how upset she was without too much squeeing and hugging. 

Still, I knew she was right, and had to wince at how much I’d obviously upset her. “Sorry. I guess Pack let you know what was going on then?” Obviously, just being scolded by That-A-Way and Pack herself hadn’t been enough. I had to have Wren and her puppy eyes sicced on me too.  

“I was trying to call you and you never answered,” she informed me in a sad voice, head shaking. “So I asked Pack if you were okay and she told me what happened.” Again, the girl squinted at me. “She said you got in trouble cuz you said you had help but you didn’t.” 

“That’s… about the size of it,” I confirmed while cringing a little bit. “I definitely learned my lesson, believe me. I won’t do something like that again. If I say I have help, I’ll have help.” 

“Good.” That was Fred, as the man approached. “Cuz I really don’t wanna have another night of sitting up with the kid until someone actually bothers to let us know that you’re okay.” 

“My phone was broken,” I mumbled helplessly. “And I had my own parents to–I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you worry, Wren. I’m sorry I made both of you worry. But seriously, I’m okay. And I really want to see what you’ve been doing over here. Are you sure it’s safe to be in this place?” 

“Don’t worry,” Fred informed me, “I told the kid we couldn’t come back here until she had a fool-proof way of getting us out if anything went wrong.” As he said that, the man waved a hand, showing me the watch attached to his wrist. “It’s a teleporter linking this place to the other shop. Something happens, just push the face in and say the command. Then poof, we’re not here.” 

Wren showed me her own watch, nodding eagerly. “And I’m working on one for you! That way if you get caught again, you can just teleport away.” Squinting pointedly, the kid added, “I’ll hurry and make it faster, cuz you get in trouble a lot.” 

She wasn’t wrong, but I still made a huffing noise. I would’ve stuck my tongue out at her, given my lack of a helmet, but that seemed a bit childish at the moment. “Just make sure you guys are safe here first. You can really teleport out as soon as anything happens?”

Her head bobbed up and down quickly. “Uh huh! And there’s another defense too, you wanna see?” Even as the girl said that, I could see the mix of eagerness and mischievousness in her eyes. Apparently, whatever she wanted to show me was really funny. 

Glancing to Fred briefly, I waited until he gave a subtle nod before agreeing. “Okay, let’s see.” 

With an excited squeaking sound, Wren cleared her throat before loudly declaring, “Intruder defense Alpha-Zero-One engage, ninety percent.” 

As soon as she said that, I heard a weird… humming sound. It filled the room, and I started to look around. But then a blur went rushing past me. It was Wren. She went from standing in front of me, to the door behind me, to the counter, back to one of the other shelves, then back to me, then to a shelf on the far side of the room all in just a brief few seconds. 

The same thing happened with Fred, as he vanished into the elevator leading upstairs, then came back, then checked on something at the register, then came to me with something in his hands all before I could so much as raise my hand. He held it up, and I belatedly realized it was an analog clock. As I stared at it, the second hand spun rapidly. In the brief four seconds or so that I watched, about three minutes passed. 

Finally, I saw Wren open her mouth. The sounds she made came out in a rush so fast they didn’t sound like words. At least at first. But finally, humming sound stopped and I heard the tail end of her saying, “– and restore to default security measures.” 

Things were back to normal. My gaze snapped around quickly, as I blurted, “Wren, are you screwing around with time stuff?! Are we–we’re not–you didn’t–” 

With a giggle, the younger girl shook her head. “No, see, there wasn’t any time travel or anything. I mean, not like you’re thinking. The defense system targets intruders and makes them slower. Everything else was moving at normal speed. You were just moving and thinking really, really slow so everything around you seemed really fast. See, you were in there for fifteen minutes and to you, it was only about thirteen seconds. That way, if anyone comes in who isn’t supposed to be here and we turn on the defense, we have time to do basically anything. Even call for help if we need to.” 

As she finished explaining all that, Wren stared at me eagerly, eyes shining with delight as she blurted, “Isn’t that cool?!” 

I didn’t even have to exaggerate my agreement as my head bobbed. “It’s totally cool, Wren. You outdid yourself with this. Nonlethal and super-effective. How long can it keep going like that?” 

Squirming a little, the girl admitted, “Only about twenty seconds or so of slow-time. But we’re working on getting the time up and cutting the energy use. And that’s almost half an hour real-time, which is plenty for us to do a lot of things while any intruders are basically frozen, you know? Even if it’s just leaving.” 

“You’re right, a lot can happen in half an hour.” I gave her a thumbs up that made her grin happily before asking, “So teleporters to escape and this slow-down effect as soon as intruders get in. Can that be automatic or do you have to actually give the command like you did just now?” 

It was Fred who answered. “Either-or. Kid set it so we can set it off manually, or tie it to an alarm for whenever the shop’s not open. As long as no one else but us is supposed to be here, if anyone does show up, it slows them down and lets us know what’s going on.” 

“And there’s gonna be more!” Wren insisted. She was bouncing up and down with excitement. Which, considering her jetpack wings were still out, actually sent her up above my head, then back to the floor with each bounce. It was enough to make me snicker a bit before containing myself. Meanwhile, she was still explaining. “I’ve got ideas about Flingbeams, they’re–err, wait, I’m not gonna say it yet cuz they might change. Also they’re a surprise. But they’re gonna be cool! No one’s gonna break Dad’s store again. I mean, not without being hurt a lot and stuff.” 

“As long as you’re safe,” I agreed, glancing to Fred before adding, “I don’t think you being here is exactly common knowledge or anything, but you should still be careful. Especially with Braintrust out there and interested. If anything seems fishy, you jump out of here and worry about details later, okay? Call me, call Pack, call whoever you need to for help.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice to look after our skins,” Fred assured me. The man gave a very slight self-deprecating smile. “Seriously though, what the kid said before, that goes for me too. You’ve done… right by us, even when I didn’t really deserve it. Don’t go getting yourself in hot water like that without help of your own. You uhhh…” He coughed, sounding self-conscious suddenly. “You’re a good one, so don’t be an idiot and get killed.” Belatedly, the man added, “Who’d bankroll the kid’s business without you, huh?” He sounded more comfortable then. 

Snorting, I gestured vaguely. “Silly me, I can’t die without making sure Wren’s Nest becomes the best tech shop in the city. Maybe one of you could write a note so I could give it to the next person who tries to stab or shoot me?” 

My reward for that was a poke in the stomach from Wren (luckily she didn’t jab higher or I might’ve yelped), as she countered, “What about a new helmet instead? Pack said yours got lost or something, and you don’t have a replacement yet.” Her hand waved toward my simple mask. “You weren’t gonna go get into another fight without something to protect your head, were you?” There was definite recrimination in her voice at that idea.

Quickly, I raised both hands while shaking my head. “Nope, no, ma’am. I just didn’t wanna make you wait anymore. I was gonna go get a new helmet after this, before I… umm, do the next thing on my list.” After defusing that quickly, I blinked before adding, “Wait, new helmet?” 

“It’s not super, super special like the boots,” she lamented. “I didn’t have time to do that much with all the stuff I was making for the shop. But it’s still something! And I’m totally gonna improve it later, in different versions, I swear.” With that, she turned and launched herself into the air and clear across the room, soaring over a dozen random shelves to reach the far side of the central counter, where she started digging through a few different bags. 

While she was gone, Fred glanced to me. His voice was quiet. “You seen a doctor about those ribs?” When I shot him a quick, surprised glance, he snorted. “You’re good at hiding things from the kid. But I saw how you reacted when she hugged you, and that poke. I’m not gonna scare her, just… you saw someone who could take care of it, right? If not, I think I can–” 

“I saw someone,” I hurriedly assured him. “A doctor, I mean. It’s–it’s a long story, one I can’t get into. But he looked at me and… and it’ll be okay.” Belatedly, I added, “Um, thanks. You know, for caring.” I knew the whole thing sounded awkward. It felt awkward. Still, it was the best I could do. 

Before Fred could respond to that, Wren was back. She had, as promised, a helmet in her hands. It looked almost identical to my last one, with the front part that could be pushed up out of the way while still leaving the secondary visor in place across my eyes. This helmet, however, had what looked like two small headlights built into either side of it, facing forward. It also had a little speaker grill bit built into the front (the part that could be pushed up out of the way when I opened the helmet). 

Wren quickly explained while handing the helmet over. “See the volume thing on the left side? You can push that up to project your voice really loud. You know, if you need to shout over people or call out to someone. It’s like a megaphone. And the lights are for when it’s dark and you don’t want to use the night vision.” 

Raising an eyebrow (which was dumb considering she couldn’t see it anyway), I asked, “Night vision?”  

The kid’s head bobbed up and down so fast I thought it might fall off. “Uh huh! Of course there’s night vision, what kinda amateur do you thi–never mind.” Giggling despite herself, she informed me, “there’s night vision and thermal vision, you just have to say ‘night vision engage or night vision disengage’ or ‘thermal vision engage and disengage’ while you’re wearing it. You can whisper it too. Or touch that button there right next to the main visor for three seconds, then let it go for night vision and five seconds then let it go for thermal vision. Then touch it again to go back to normal.” 

Turning the helmet over in both hands, I smiled like an idiot before managing, “Wren, that’s really cool. I didn’t–I mean I don’t–I mean thanks.” 

It was her turn to blush a bit, squirming in the air (she was hovering about a foot off the ground) before hurriedly explaining, “That’s not all. There’s one more thing. Put the helmet on and pull the front down.” 

So, I did as she asked. The helmet fit snugly in place, and I slid the front part down, making it lock in place before giving her a thumbs up. “All good so far.” 

“Okay!” With clear excitement, Wren explained, “Now say, ‘Map me, then give an address or a request, like ‘nearest McDonalds.’” 

Considering that briefly, I settled on, “Map me the Henry Ford Museum.” 

As soon as I said that, a few images appeared on the visor in front of my face. At the bottom, which I could only read by focusing my eyes that way, were the words Henry Ford Museum and an address. In the top right corner of the visor was an arrow pointing me in the right direction, along with a thing telling me how many kilometers away I was. 

Wren pushed on quickly. “The arrow appears on the side you need to turn to, or right at the top if you just need to go forward. You can say ‘dim map’ to make it go away so you can focus, then ‘raise map’ to bring back the same thing without asking directions again. Or you can say ‘end map’ to turn it off completely.” 

“Wren, this is…” Swallowing hard, I leaned over to hug the girl as tightly as I dared. “Thanks. This is awesome. Seriously. Between this and the shoes, you’re really decking me out.” 

With a clearly self-conscious giggle, Wren insisted, “It’s nothing big. I can do better. I will do better. You know, with more time, and… and everything. I’ll make it better.” 

“This is enough for now, I swear.” Smiling, I nudged the girl while releasing her. “Really, take care of your shop and all that. You’re just… you’re awesome. Thanks.” 

After that, I stuck around for another twenty minutes or so, just hanging out and making sure Wren knew how grateful I was. And, of course, reassuring her that I really was okay. With a promise to check in soon, I excused myself. It was time to go visit the Seraph base and hopefully find out just what the hell was in that file once and for all.

And hey, with this fancy new helmet, at least I wouldn’t get lost. 

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  1. So there we are, the fifth chapter of this strangely named arc! And Cassidy has gotten another upgrade piece for her costume. Can’t wait to see what happens when she gets the rest of it. 😉

    Anyway, thanks so much for reading, guys. If you’d like, you can vote for this story on Top Web Fiction by clicking here, and for those who need it, the tags for this chapter are: Cassidy Evans, Fred Donovan, Paintball, The Ability To Get Instant Directions To Anything In The World And You Ask About The Car Museum. Never Change‚ Cassidy, Wait Until Wren Figures Out How To Weaponize The Time-Dilation Effect Of People Who Don’t Like To Shop Being Dragged Through A Store by People Who Do., Wren Donovan

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    1. I’m sure the fact that Cassidy doesn’t know what her pink paint does has nothing at all to do with the arc being named Pink.

      Or maybe it really doesn’t, and you’re just messing with us. That’s also distinctly possible. 🙂

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  2. IF she can’t deal with changing her shop location then she should change the back-up location as it is partially known. She also needs a way for Paintball to get into the shop without having to enter the normal way. Tunnel from a block over if she can manage it. But eh, so many have access to the needful data that I can’t imagine anything stopping the Braintrust from knocking on the door in short order. Their boss has gadget malfunction powers and Wren only has two defenses that both need her input to do anything while the shop is open (appointment only should be a start…). So if the boss wants her anytime soon she’s as good as in the bag.

    Wren makes phones that are hard to trace and then she made a way to trace those phones….

    So I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt on the how traceable her communications/net capable devices are. (though she herself proved it could be done… ) That said, depending on how paranoid Paintball is feeling these days, she might want to get around to asking how that thing gets it’s data: In real time? From a data base stored in the helmet? From an occasionally self updating data base inside the helmet? I.E. hows the wireless security on this thing?

    Anyway, this is all cool and all. Very nice basic but needful gadgety upgrades.

    There is no mention of it here either way (and you really think it would have been) but I can’t help but wonder, after all that Paintball and her head have been through, if the best upgrade for said protective head gear was to greatly increase it’s ability to protect the head?

    Anyway anyway, I hope the next thing is a seal around the top of the neck and a rebreather or something function so she can stop breathing the outer air for a crucial minute or so during a fight with those armed with knock-out gases, generally toxic chemicals, air affecting powers, etc… or if she has to go under water for a quick moment.

    Fun, fun.

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    1. Having a way for Paintball to enter secretly is definitely on the list of things to do, that’s for sure.

      “There is no mention of it here either way (and you really think it would have been) but I can’t help but wonder, after all that Paintball and her head have been through, if the best upgrade for said protective head gear was to greatly increase it’s ability to protect the head?”

      Yeah, Wren had to rush to get SOMETHING out to Paintball before it was really totally 100% ready, so she put equipment she’d been working on in another helmet. It’s something, at least.

      “Anyway anyway, I hope the next thing is a seal around the top of the neck and a rebreather or something function so she can stop breathing the outer air for a crucial minute or so during a fight with those armed with knock-out gases, generally toxic chemicals, air affecting powers, etc… or if she has to go under water for a quick moment.”

      Absolutely on the short-list of upgrades, yes.

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      1. Neato.

        I was also wondering earlier but forgot to ask. We know Paintball can do fancy designs and such on her immediate gear instantly which should have tons of camo and other applications later on as she is basically a chameleon in dim light if she can copy the basic pattern of the background near enough. And I thought she had, in a previous chapter, colored a surface she touched with her gloved hand. So I was wondering how far that goes? Right now I think she can keep coloring things in an ever expanding spread away from herself without spraying if she’s willing to stand there (I’m assuming the farther from her it gets the greater the delay) and waste all the paint to color everything between her and there.

        That was kind of the impression I got though it wasn’t outright stated.

        Just thinking about future emergency warning techniques if she gets stuck somewhere like sending a thin line up a pole and then scrawling a word in thicker lines across a billboard or top of a building where searchers could see it.

        Another neat suit upgrade. Or maybe just a weapon. Something she could probably get a basic version of working without wren. Is to get a weapon or add something to the suit that allows her to shoot physical objects at greater speed, accuracy and or distance than she currently can and add pre-paint to them before firing since they are close enough for instant paint.

        Nets and wires so she can make more shaped 3D effects even when the structures aren’t already in place for such shenanigans.

        Her power set is extremely versatile on its own but is due to the paint and the prepaint nature of it is basically about as good as it gets for teaming up with a gadget/device type.

        Surprised there isn’t something more neutral that Wren can join for protection in exchange for non-lethals, civilian protective devices, and infrastructure gadgets. I would think doo gooder organisations would be willing to bend a bit on what tech they demand from a tech touched to ensure what tech is made flows mostly their way.

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      2. “We know Paintball can do fancy designs and such on her immediate gear instantly which should have tons of camo and other applications later on as she is basically a chameleon in dim light if she can copy the basic pattern of the background near enough. And I thought she had, in a previous chapter, colored a surface she touched with her gloved hand. So I was wondering how far that goes? Right now I think she can keep coloring things in an ever expanding spread away from herself without spraying if she’s willing to stand there (I’m assuming the farther from her it gets the greater the delay) and waste all the paint to color everything between her and there.”

        You’re right, she can insta-paint things she touched. And yeah, as for how far that can go, at the moment I’m thinking as long as she focuses long enough on it, she can spread her paint a good distance. There IS a limit on how far exactly it can go, but sending a line of paint up a pole to write a message on a billboard sounds reasonable. Just not like… painting an entire building by touching it and waiting a few minutes. 😉

        “Another neat suit upgrade. Or maybe just a weapon. Something she could probably get a basic version of working without wren. Is to get a weapon or add something to the suit that allows her to shoot physical objects at greater speed, accuracy and or distance than she currently can and add pre-paint to them before firing since they are close enough for instant paint.

        Nets and wires so she can make more shaped 3D effects even when the structures aren’t already in place for such shenanigans.”

        That would certainly be interesting. 😉

        “Surprised there isn’t something more neutral that Wren can join for protection in exchange for non-lethals, civilian protective devices, and infrastructure gadgets. I would think doo gooder organisations would be willing to bend a bit on what tech they demand from a tech touched to ensure what tech is made flows mostly their way.”

        There may be a group like that, but they don’t know how connected that group is to the Ministry. Cassidy doesn’t know who to trust to point Wren to at the moment. Plus, Braintrust kind of tends to leech from such groups.

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  3. You know, Wren cound make a workaround for Pensil’s “kill all coms” machine. What you do is swap-teleport USB sticks. You get some turnaround time, but it is so divorced from any other form of communication technology that it will slip right past any jammer or disrupter.

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