“If you are a wanted man in America, maybe you should change your code-name. Your look is enough different from before” says Doc Quantos, which is sitting right near me.
“Yes, something unrelated to your past, exclusively tied to your present. You must be a totally new man” explains Kristofer Schanz, the Swedish guy with superluck.
“Well, but Eurostar is not only my code-name. It’s more, it’s a reminder of my past, of what I have accomplished…” I say, but with a glance Turner makes me to silence.
“You really want to remember?” he says.
That man read inside me better than myself. He’s right, what I have to remember? The Revolution?
“Ok, a new code-name. But what? Bird-man? Sounds a little corny”.
“Why not Raptor?” suggest the skull faced one, Grimm, I think it’s his name.
“Uhmm. Raptor. I like it. It’s what I am now. Ok. It will be the name on my fancy new suit, when I finally get one. I have seen your new uniforms, guys, they are cool”.
I drink my cold beer. This place is very cool. I feel like when I was nine or ten, at the premiere of Star Wars, amazed at the bar scene, with all these incredible beings.
In Chicago I saw, I met, many people similar to the costumers of this place. But they were persecuted people, living in the sewers, I never saw any of them smiling. Here, everybody is laughing and having fun.
Yet, from what Grimm said, even these people have to disclose themselves from the people at large.
Even here, fear for the different.
No norms are here, at last, if any is present, is not easy to recognizes.
I don’t like this. And I don’t like the food this place sell.
I miss being a cook. Well, at last now I can cook for my friends. But… I have the money to start a new activity, now. I could create a restaurant… or better, a club… a place for eat, drink, dancing and singing. A place where metas AND norms could meet and meddle.
“Euro? Euro?”
It’s Danny. “Ed, you were staring at the wall…” he whispers.
“I was dreaming, Danny” I say, smiling.
