Lt. Marta Louise Velasquez's Story

Before Alex can get too far, he comes across a woman in uniform, making sure no one gets through the cordoned-off robbery scene.

"Excuse me, officer..."

Alex struggled to look at her badge.

"Velasquez, short stuff."

"Officer Velasquez," said Alex, ignoring the short crack. "Can you help me with something?"

"Are you or someone else on fire or bleeding out?" asked Velasquez.

"No..." said Alex.

"Are you a felon trying to turn yourself in?" asked Velasquez.

"No, but-"

"Then beat it before I arrest you for interfering with police work," said Velasquez, rather rudely brushing Alex off.

Alex looked back at the skater kid, who was wrapping up his mummy hand. Suddenly he had an idea why the bank robbery failed. Maybe the police would listen to someone who did their job for them.

"Be right back," said Alex.

"I'll count the seconds," mouthed off Velasquez.

With that, Alex began to follow Andy...

Andy paused for a moment to check the time on his phone.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I am short," said Alex, not seeming to get it. "It's genetics, okay? Not all of us are blessed with puberty! Now are you gonna help or not?"

"Great! Come on!"

With that, he led Andy back to Velasquez.

"Don't you have some houses to trick-or-treat at, kid?" asked Velasquez.

"I'll just pretend you didn't say that and that you are, in fact, a classy lady," said Alex. "Anyway, I brought over a friend, since you don't seem to want to listen to me! Tell the nice lady my story!"

A brief, awkward pause.

"My story is that I have these and the police need to look at them," whispered Alex, handing the printouts to Andy.

Andy almost flinched when he came face-to-face with Velasquez. "Um...uh...hi there!" Andy said, nervously. "So listen, the turtle-guy has some things to show...erm... {to Alex} What are they about again?"

"They're proof of some supervillain plotting to murder people, and his location," whispered Alex.

"I'm standing right here," said Velasquez.

"And doing a heck of a job doing that!" said Alex. "Whether or not you're doing anything else worthwhile remains to be seen!"

"Ah, right. {to Velasquez} ...to show some stuff he found on some crazy new supervillain," Andy continued with oblivious pride.

Velasquez takes the printouts, looks at them incredibly quickly, and hands them back.

"Good for him," said Velasquez.

"What? But-" said Alex. "But doesn't the police usually need evidence of this kind of stuff?"

"Kid, I'm a traffic cop," said Velasquez. "This isn't my department."

"Then can you hand it over to someone who handles supervillains?" asked Alex.

"SUPERHEROES handle supervillains," said Velasquez. "And you're a superhero, aren't you?"

"No, I'm retired-"

"You people can retire? How super," snarked Velasquez. "But your new supervillain isn't my problem. Go bug someone else before I charge you with interference with police duty."

"Hmmm..." Andy thinks a sec while scratching his head with his mummy-hand. "Guess he's bugging me, then. {to Velasquez} Uh...thanks for your time, er...Good work!" He's ready to follow Alex.