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Parity	Every third Saturday, Jamie Hudson is called to leave the comfort of his apartment and venture down to the Department of Extranormal (he'd prefer Extra Normal, if you asked him honestly) Operations for his check in with his case agent, Samantha. Piling into the back of the rideshare hec alled, he puts his hands behind his head and lets the city go by, lets the scrape of windshield wipers and the patter of rain on the carhood compel him into the kind of early morning, pre-coffee trance that so many others suffer from.     <<Verity>> "I still do not see why you do not drive one of these yourself." Her words snap him out of his morning reverie, the little startle not going unnoticed by the cheerful, older, white-haired man wearing a cap with a familiar 'S' shaped logo on it who asks, "You all right?" "...mmmhmm. Just started to doze. No coffee yet," he explains, then half-closes his eyes again.     <<Jamie>> "Because you're a distracting menace.". The only answer is an echo of laughter that fills his ears. The dampeners, which for all the world look like nothing more than a pair of advanced hearing aids, are faltering. The laughter is too loud. That's why he needs a new pair, especially with his typical replacement set already needing charging. It isn't long, blessedly, before the rideshare drops him off in front of the non-descript office of the DEO. He stares up at it a moment. No matter how many times he's had to come down here -- at least seventy two times at a rate olf one a month not counting various other appointments -- he'll never get used to the fact that he *has* to be here. He moves up to the doorway, a nod to the guards at the front desk as he passes through the metal detector. There's a beep. There's always a beep. The screws in his knee make sure of that. The security guard has him turn out his pockets, procedure, and then wands him. Have to do it. Every time. Just a little frustration and very mild indignity. He's long past even asking if they have to do it every time, because the answer is always yes. Waved through, he gets in line to the front desk. He's not the only person with business here, after all.
Kara Danvers	Kara doesn't have to ''check in'', but she's always on a short leash with regards to the DEO. Some of that is of her own volition, of course. It's not like they could 'make' her comply, but the thing with government agencies is they always 'think' they can. So to keep them placid and largely out of her hair, she makes fairly frequent stops to their secure base, just to show she's putting in the effort. Which is why she's there now. With the news of a potential Brood infestation, it was all hands on deck. With Kara, in full Supergirl regalia, standing at a holographic table in one of the monitoring stations. "I've already told you everything I know, General." She says, her Kryptonian accent is still very thick, she called it ''Swedish'', but it's about as Swedish as those fishies. "We haven't had a chance to put boots on the ground yet, but as soon as I have, I'll give you a full situation report." The usually jovial Kryptonian... doesn't like being here. Not that she's got any particular aversion to the people, her adoptive mother and father amongst them, there's just too much ... government. It makes her uneasy.
Parity	Amongst the agents in the station is one Samantha Barnaby. A tall, dark haired lady in her forties. Every bit the company woman. Kara's probably seen her before. Never absent her sunglasses. She's thawt dedeicated. Always with the suits, too. *That* kind of serious. She's about as unhappy as anyone else at news of infestations of any kind. All hands on deck, right? Even her's, even if she's not a field agent these days. When her phone beeps, she glances down at it. "Shit," she utters, "My eight." Her appointment. The glance she gives Supergirl is the kind of glance that someone gives when they have an idea, but one they're clearly thinking better of before opening their mouth, and yet ... Downstairs, Hudson is waved through, he's in the elevator now.    <<Jamie>> "Swear god, if you don't stop humming with the elevator music... )]    <<Verity>> "{*hums louder*}" DING! Jamie gratefully escapes the elevator."
Kara Danvers	With her arms laid across the S on her chest, Kara peers over at Samantha as the tacticians go about the business of constructing tactics to combat this new, very impressive, threat to the world... If not the entire galaxy. The BROOD are a serious enemy. Blue eyes stare at the company woman, brow furrowing when she mentions her ''eight''. She assumes it's a meeting, given the time, but isn't sure what the unspoken look is. "What?" If she really wanted to, Kara could hear the elevator dinging. It would be a pain in her butt, of course. It'd mean she hears everything in the building.. every single conversation. That guy at station twelve who just squeeked one out thinking nobody would hear it? Kara would. So she keeps her senses pretty close. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Parity	"Sorry. I've just never had the chance to get up close to talk to you before. I'd like you to meet my eight o'clock appointment, if you don't mind. It'd be helpful. Are you familiar with case file: parity, by any chance?" She asks, stepping closer. There's only so much Supergirl can do right now, so she might as well see about getting her help *here*. When's she gonna get the opportunity again, right? Hduson reaches Barnaby's office and finds it empty. Not for the first time. Still, the messy desk and the pictures of her cats scattered across it are familiar so he knows he's in the right place and drops into the seat in front of it.    <<Verity>> "She is never on time."     <<Jamie>> "Probably getting coffee." "We can get coffee on the way back to my office and I can explain it to you," says Samanta to Kara, "if you're not."
Kara Danvers	"Vaguely." Kara has access to files, but she rarely reads them. She's got so many things to keep track of, Titans, Kryptonian, everything else in the world... trying to stay ontop of all the DEO's files would be way too time consuming of time she barely has in stock. Still, she smiles pleasantly, even jovially, and nods. "If you think it'll help, I've got nothing going on." The Tacticians and Military guys have taken over, using what information she was able to provide to put together a plan of action. So it leaves her free until they set her loose. Hands unfold and motion, "I don't drink coffee, but fill me in while you grab some." Ready to follow along with Samantha.
Parity	"Seven years ago, some researchers opened a door they didn't mean to -- to nullspace," she explains, casually. "Soon as our agents identified the energy as eminating from there, we called your cousin in." Seven years ago. Just before Doomsday, then. "Anyway, Superman dealt with the problems, but his presence drew in something else. It couldn't go through the door that was open, so it cast its consciousness through. Possessed one of the workers. Attacked your cousin. Superman contained it until it weakened enough to lose control of the victim. Superman took an interest in it, you see, because it was speaking Kryptonian."
Kara Danvers	Speaking Kryptonian. Kara raises a brow, walking along side Samantha as she explains the situation of her ''eight''. Her hands swing at her side in lue of something more useful for them to do, but when she mentions the relative time and it occurs to her when that actually is? She frowns. It's an ugly expression on her otherwise jovial leaning face. Simple, short, but not right. She nods, "Speaking Kryptonian." She can surmiss several things then, the nullspace was likely the Phantom Zone. Which makes whatever this entity is... something pretty terrible. "Alright, so how does this relate to your eight? Are they the worker who was attached to?"
Parity	"Yeah, that's about the same face Superman made when he heard it," remarks Samantha of Kara's change in disposition. "But that's right. I'm the case worker for it. That's Case File: Parity. But it's nust the worker. The enitty is still connected to him, and has been for the last seven years." She pauses a moment. "He calls her Verity. Until now, they haven't been in the presence of a Krpytonian since that night, assuming you're still game. I want to make sure there's no reaction, no danger, no loss of control. There hasn't been, even when we've pushed to ensure the public's safety, but ... "