Owl's Questionnaire

Right now, I live on the run. I got my backpack, my wing suit, and Betty.

(lovingly pats a sniper rifle at her side)

As for why… well.

(Owl kicks her feet up on the table of the motel she is staying in)

Let’s say I made a mistake. Saved a target I was supposed to kill. Not sure it would have worked out for me if I did kill the target, but…

(Owl lights up a cigarette, and blows the smoke out the window.)

My old bosses are particular about specifics, and little word tricks and such. Suppose you might be the same?

(Owl gestures to an empty space in the room. There is nothing there. Owl sees the figure all the same.)

Well. Regardless, I’m on the run now. Miami is going to be… interesting for the next few weeks. Hoping that if I get enough jobs that I’ll be able to deal with it, maybe get to a contact that’s supposed to have guns, get some more tricks of the trade.

I used to have a lot more. The Party Animals are cutting my assets. The ones they know about at least.

i have some things hidden away. Some scams I ran wary in my career. Some venom accounts linked to other people’s bank accounts. 

A bit of a complicated laundering of that through a crypto wallet. Not always the easiest to have access to, but I have accounts I have hidden away. Enough to stay alive, get what I need. Mostly cash traded with … mostly unsavory times. Enough cash buy what I need to eat and keep me armed. 

Maybe I’ll get some more fancy things later. Well that depends on what you give me doesn’t it.

(the room is empty in response. After a moment, Owl lets outs a laugh.)

yeah yeah, innate potential or whatever you say. But I know how it works. You give me the power, and I use it.

(a pause)

oh really? I’ll need to find somewhere to hunker if that’s the case. Maybe I’ll reach out to that friend of Mel’s, Winsley I think. See what he has to offer.

(Owl continues to stare out at the empty room. After a bit she snorts in laughter, and takes another drag of her cigarette.)

like that will happen.

Why ask this? Why you ask this?

You fucking know Lamb! You know how …

(Owl takes a drag from her cigarette, then puts it out.)

You know. I wanted what we all wanted. I wanted to be free. To have some fucking agency over my life. I wanted it more than…

(Owl looks down at the floor. Heavy breaths, slowly calming down . Looks up.)

I wanted it more than I wanted you to stay alive. Damn it lamb. Why did you have to fuck it up. I could … you… we could have been free together. Just kill who needs killing, get powers and then we’d be free. 

(Owl lights up another cigarette. Tilts her head as if listening. She chuckles)

Yeah, I suppose I walked into that one. I’ve Fucked myself over at least as bad as you fucked yourself over.

I guess the only thing left is to be as free as I can be before I die.

Well... That would have to be where I met you little Lamb. I was 17, barely not prosecuted as an adult for computer fraud. You were 14, and....

You never really told me.

(Owl cocks her head. Snorts)

Yeah yeah, sure, but everyone says they didn't do it... Don't know why I'm arguing this, your a hallucination.

(Owl listens for a moment, before making a dismissive genture)

Regardless. I could deal with it. You couldn't, could you little Lamb. Every night I'd hear you crying your sad little puppy eyes out. Each morning I wipe them clean, and tell you it was going to be alright and...

(Owl chokes up a little bit, then in a sad laugh says)

You were so fucking pathetic Lamb. When the psychos gave me and you and out, I had to take it. You won't have lasted, and then I would have...

(Owl looks around the empty room)

Had your death hanging over me forever.

(Owl chuckles)

I think at this point, most of the people in my life are trying to kill me. 

Jaguar... He's a bit of a freak, but a somewhat competent one. Had these roller skates he used to move around at high speed. Was a big fan of the nose power... You know what that is little Lamb? The nose candy? I'm talking cocaine. God you're so young. 

Bear is a bit of the opposite. Solid man. Made of muscle. Had this baseball bat which his size made look tiny, but man was it scary when he turned your way with it. 

(Owl takes a puff)

Man, I'm not looking forward to dealing with him. Or his little bear. 


(Owl shutters, then she taps the side of her chin a bit)

I suppose there are a few that don't want to kill me.

Met this detective in the last job. Gave me some contacts, some basic supplies. A Sat phone, and a number to call to find a weapons dealer, a few odds and ends. Should be able to get in contact after my business in Miami is done. He's a middle aged man, brown hair. Everything I could find of him online showed him with wrinkle marks on his forehead. A worrier that one. Name's Marvin Melborn. Goes by Mel. Probably won't see him much any more. Not really the type to approve of me.

(Owl turns her head fully into the room, diverting her attention from where she is half working her complicated web of financials.)

Then there is you little Lamb. A ghost maybe? A guilt based hallucination? Why is it always you that I'm talking to. That asks me these questions. You were so naive, and innocent, and now you are fucking dead.

More than 10 years after I got you out, and your face still holds the same sweet innocence.

(Owl cocks her head)

You know, the part not fucked up by the bullet hole...