Joanne’s Mutant

(Photo from Morguefile )

“Irish debauchery..22.10..PM..Active..Take down..No prisoners..shoot to kill…shoot to kill..Over”  The voice was precise, unambiguous and assertive.“Copy, Copy, Over”  hissed the compliant reciprocal voice over the scrambled high technology private line.  Joanne jotted down the specifics in her notepad. The paper would be burnt later. Now there was nothing much to do except finish the insipid ice lemon tea.

Joanne was the chief of the Malaysia Mutant Tracking & Preservation Bureau”(“MMTPB”).  A no-nonsense mother of two with degrees in Artificial Intelligence, Machine Learning and Quantum Physics, Joanne was the foremost expert on the nuances and intricacies involving the existence and functioning of mutants. She was also responsible for protecting the docile mutant breed from mercenaries hunting them down to serve ulterior motives.

In a crowded mall in a Tony precinct called Solaris in the heart of bustling Kuala Lumpur, a mutant gifted with the skills of Extra Sensory Perception was being hunted down by a militant outfit. Sipping on a pint of Stella Artois in an Irish pub, the mutant was calm personified. Suddenly all hell broke loose! Staccato burst of gun shots riled the bar as glassed and bottles shattered to accompanying screams of hysteria and panic. Joanne waited….

(Word Count: 198)

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