Conspicuous At The Con

Spotting the Sherpa Comics sign from afar, Flick eyed the ludicrously long line and groaned. That's one way to interact I suppose, but I'm not waiting. The Scotsman walked alongside the line, to get a better look at his quarry.

"There she is," said Flick, grinning behind his helmet. Thankfully no one heard him, given how loud cons are. He watched as visitor after visitor came to the stall and collected autographs, noting how bored Naomi appeared to be. The mercenary looked around and considered his options.

He could join the line or skip to the front and act like a regular visitor, but that wouldn't yield any results unless he planned to come across as a weirdo. He could wait until the day was over, whilst keeping an eye on her for anything strange or noteworthy to report to Agent Feely.

Neither option particularly appealed to the Fly On The Wall, especially as part of his job was to interact with her once he'd observed her powers. Besides, this place was too public. How could he best approach this? Then it hit him.

Flick peered up at one of the many sprinklers on the ceiling, as the figurative angel and devil on his shoulders began their verbal duel. So many people from all over the country had come over to experience this event. Difficult cosplays, expensive merchandise purchases, rare and perishable collections on display, costly tickets... he couldn't do it, surely? It would be so unfair. So much ruination and inconvenience for so many innocent, harmless bystanders. Just to make his job for that arsehole Feely a little easier?

"Nah, fuck that," Flick decided.

"Hey buddy, enough of the curse words, okay?" Said the void of a large man from behind, dressed like Zero from Matrix 5, with a black tuxedo and layers of light blue face paint.

"Whit? Och, piss off ya prick." Flick waved a hand dismissively before turning back around. Outraged, the Tuxedo wearing attendee pushed the armoured Scotsman from behind. After stumbling forwards, Flick turned around speedily.

"Look buddy, don't you dare turn your back on---" began the complainer, before he suddenly found himself violently thrown back by Flick into a My Little Banshee: Friendship is Tragic stall. Shouts, smashed statues and the high pitched shriek of a man dressed as Atlas interrupted the entire con.

Within minutes, both Flick and his injured foe had been escorted out of the main hall by two able bodied security guards. The mercenary groaned once more as they travelled, before dramatically looking up to the sky and muttering words to a higher power that he knew wasn't there.

"I tried to be the nice guy. I really did."

With that, the mercenary vanished from sight. Reduced to the height of a grain of rice, Flick left the two unaware guards and one very confused cosplayer behind him as he flew unnoticed up towards a control box at the side of the room.

After spending about a quarter of an hour meddling with wires and buttons inside the panel, Flick finally succeeded in activating the sprinklers. Suddenly all of them activated, showering the entire hall in a torrential downpour of water. Books were drenched, face paint was ruined and people were slipping all over as they tried to escape the hall.

The Scotsman was already flying through the air, over the sprinklers, keeping an eye out for Naomi. Given the opportunity, he'd hide himself away in her possessions and do this the easier way once she'd left to somewhere more convenient.

Flick was perched atop a vending machine in the lonely corridor, behind where Naomi was stood. She had just changed her outfit in an instant and terrified an attendee with some sort of supernatural display, which had given the man some pause.

The tiny mercenary had been observing her from the wrong direction and could only imagine what might have been in that box. Once he was sure the coast was clear, Flick decided to take another chance and implement his second order. "Observation complete. Time tae interact," he voiced quietly, before turning on his amplifiers.

"Interesting wee trick, lass. My clothes appear out of nowhere, as well. I've a bit less style, though."