Back from the Hill

[ms_tique]

This is her third congressional hearing this week. Yesterday she was a twelve year old missing his lower legs, tomorrow she'll be a dock worker with fungus growing in his lungs, but right now, she's deliciously blue again.

The boys are out on assignment. She doesn't expect them back for another three days. For once, she has the entire lair to

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[dirty_muties]

There is a sudden knock at the entrance to her lair.

[dirty_muties]

For just a moment, anger flashes in his eyes, and he has to restrain himself from leveling the room.

*smoothing his hair* "That's the thing that's always pissed me off about you. That attitude. You never take responsibility for anything. At least I didn't inherit your parenting skills. My foster daughter had a very good life while I had her."

He makes some tea and sips it.

"She's gone now. She found her real parent."

"So, how have you been?"

[ms_tique]

"Stop whining, Graydon. I knew I couldn't care for you, so I put you with people who, to the best of my knowledge, could. We didn't put you up for adoption because we wanted Victor to have the option of taking you in himself if he wanted. You weren't homeless, you never went hungry, you've never lacked for money, and you got a good education. That puts you in a better position than 90% of the world's population."

She ignores the dig about fostering not being "real" parenting.

"I'm well. My business always improves 18 months before a national election. In facat, the boys are out on assignment tonight, or I suppose the lot of you would've destroyed my lair. Again."

[dirty_muties]

"Hm. Busy as usual."

He dumps the rest of the tea and passes the table.

"I'll leave you to plot whatever evil you usually do, mother. I really must be going before I decide to vaporize this place."

[ms_tique]

"Tell your therapist to get a real job."

She walks him out. It's time to upgrade the security again.