"I think the meta's seen us," one of the security men called to Chief Bibowski.
"Then throw out the reels," Bibbo said coolly as he tossed a fishing rod to each of the men, "there is nothing on our persons or on this boat to connec tus to Malvan-X, and there are no reports of telepaths among the meta-human 'revolutionaries', as you called them."
"Relax men," he continued, "we're just some friends fishing. We couldn't help but noticed the helicoptors, and when we saw the scuffle, we pulled back far enough to be safe, but stayed close enough to see what will surely be the top story on the evening news."
Bibowski smiled as he cast his reel and put on a fisherman's cap. He knew he was damn good. None of the metas would know who he was until he wanted them to.
