by Hydrargentium

“Mm. Good burger, Ahmed.”

Seven watched the video feed, vaguely aware of Cranium fiddling with connections behind the monitor.

On the screen, the shopkeeper nodded his head. “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you like it.”

“Don’t call me sir, Ahmed. Defender will do.”

Seven rolled his eyes. Cranium took notice and started into his explaining mode.

“Yeah, go figure. When he showed up, he was calling himself Defender. But, you know, there already is one, so the media referred to him as the Heights Defender. Then it became just ‘Heights’. But I guess he insists on ‘Defender’ in his local interactions.”

“That’s pretty good sound. Did you bug the place?”

“Nope. Laser.”

“Laser? We’re listening with a laser?”

Cranium’s grin was huge and smug. “Yep. Pretty cool, huh?”