Sunday, June 10, 2018

The Sunshine City Chronicles: The Freshman, Part 5- The Call


June 4, 2018,
16:34 local time,
Paradise Motel,
Sunshine City, Sonora

“Sorry boss,” said Street, exasperated on the phone with Morgan as he and Deadpool were sitting in their police cruiser. “As you said, this wasn't a messy crime...we weren't going to find much anyway. We have Martin's belongings, which he had left behind, including his cell phone, but the place was relatively spotless...the UnSub left no traces. He was also pretty quiet- witnesses say they heard and saw nothing, and there was no sign of forced entry. This guy...he was pretty good.”
“Well, we're going to trip him up somehow,” said Morgan. “Head back to the station and we'll see what we got.”
“Got it,” said Street, closing the phone.

Meanwhile, Deadpool couldn't stop looking at his phone, causing Street to sigh.

“Wade,” he said, frustrated. “How many times do I have to tell you- you need to wait three days before calling her. Any time before that makes you desperate.”
“Do I have to wait three days?” said Deadpool, anxious at the thought. “Could I just not send a simple 'hey' text message and just wait for her to write back? Why do I have to wait...and why do I have to call?”
“Calling is more personal,” said Street. “Says you're confident...that you're ready to hear her voice. Texting means you're still hiding behind your screen, afraid of her reaction...and, if she likes you, why would you be afraid of her reaction?”
“OK,” said Deadpool, “I get what you're saying...but can I not call her now? I can get the shark ready and everything...”

Street looked him dead in the eye.

“No!” he said. “Wait three days! Not a second less. Otherwise, she's going to think you're a lapdog and no one wants a lapdog.”
“What do you mean?” said Deadpool. “No one wants a lapdog? I like lapdogs...they're cute. Cuddly...easy to hold...”
“C'mon, Wade,” said Street matter-of-factly, “you know what I mean.”
“...but still...” said Deadpool, getting even more flustered.
“No,” said Street sternly. “You want to appear calm and confident...like you don't need her right away. That's why you wait.”

Deadpool then furiously shook his head.

“No, no,” he said, stammering, “I gotta call her today...in fact, I gotta call her now...screw waiting! My heart...it just can't take it!”

“No,” Street yelled as Deadpool started to bring his phone in front of him. “No, you're not calling...now, give me the phone...Wade...give me the phone.”

The two then wrestled for Deadpool's phone for a few minutes, shaking the car as they jostled, before it slipped out of Deadpool's hand and high in the air for what seemed like an eternity.

Fortunately for Street he was in better position to pick it up, so he did, casually putting the phone in his vest's breast pocket.

“There,” said Street. “If you need to call anyone, you can use my phone. After three days, I'm going to give it back to you.”
“...but what if I need to-” said Deadpool, pleading with Street.
“C'mon, Wade,” said Street, “no one calls you...we're the only people you've called over the past year. I think you can wait.”

Just then, Deadpool's phone buzzed in Street's pocket. Street then pulled it out and was shocked at who was calling.

“Hi Becky,” he said as Deadpool's eyes widened with excitement. “How are you doing?”
“I'm doing well,” said Becky, the target of Deadpool's affection. “Is this Wade?”
“Well this is Wade's phone,” said Street, “but I'm his friend, Jim Street. He's not here right now-”

Before Street had a chance to finish, Deadpool began hollering to Street's consternation that yes, he was right there and that Street purloined his phone. Eventually Street had to give up and give Deadpool's phone back to him.

“Oh, by Jove,” said Deadpool, “I'm so glad to hear from you, Becky! I wanted to call you for so long, but...but...Jim here kept telling me to wait. So stupid, right? I mean, when you know you know, right? Believe me, I know and you're just so great so why would I want to wait to see you and you're so amazing and smart and beautiful and intriguing and...by Jove I'm blabbering...oh wow...oh dear...I'm sorry.”

Becky chuckled as she listened to Deadpool's blabbering, finding it strangely endearing.

“It's OK, I understand,” said Becky. “I'm surprised you haven't asked me how I got your number.”
“Didn't I give it to you?” said a perplexed Deadpool.
“No,” said Becky. “I just gave you my phone number...I met your friend on the beach and she gave it to me.”
“My friend?” said Deadpool.
“Christina Alonso,” said Becky. “Said she works with you and Jim Street for the Sunshine City Police.”
“Wait,” said Deadpool, deadpanning before raising his voice at the end. “Is this a trap? Christina! If this is a game, I'm going to get you! Somehow...when I figure out what kind of game this is...”
“No,” said Becky. “I'm just by myself at the station. Christina had some work to do so I figured I'd call you.”
“Uhhh...” said Deadpool, answering as if his response was obvious. “I'm kind of at work too...”
“That's the point,” said Becky. “I have to tell you something work related. It's why I hung around you at the bar...because I knew you could help.”
“Wait,” said Deadpool. “You knew who I was the entire time?”
“You're kind of famous, Wade,” said Becky. “Wikipedia even has a page about you and your exploits...it's a long one too.”
“Longer than The Green Lantern, I hope,” said Deadpool, who enjoyed what Becky told him.”
“Haven't checked that page,” said Becky. “I just know yours is positive...and it led me to go down to Sunshine City to find you.”

Deadpool then got downtrodden.

“So I guess this means you don't want to go out on a date then,” said Deadpool, not hiding his frustration.
“Not yet,” said Becky. “I'm not sure I'm ready for it...but, I do like you. I hope, when I'm ready, we might be able to date...we'll see. I just know, right now, I have something I need to resolve.”

Becky then let out another sigh before continuing.

“First,” she said, “my name is Raven...Becky is just a name I use on my travel documents...I'll explain later but I had to hide my identity for a while. I still do, actually. Listen, are you heading back to the station? I'd rather explain everything there.”
“Yeah,” said Deadpool as Street started the car. “We should be back in 15.”
“Great,” said Raven. “I'll see you then.”