When nightfall came, Brendan put on his balaclava and used his super speed to get to the police station. He tore the fence apart easily as one would a piece of thread then he rushed to the back of the building.
The police station was a small building with a verandah in the front. There was not much grass surrounding the building. The porch lights had already been lit. One of the windows was slightly closed but not locked.
Brendan slowly and silently opened it and pulled apart the burglar bars then climbed in through the window. The police station was where the prisoners were detained while awaiting trial.
There was a corridor in-between the building and to the right were five prison cells. He kept walking, glancing in the prison cells for the Finch. Four of the cells were empty until he got to the fifth one which was also the last prison cell. A woman was sitting on her bed wearing inmate clothes. They were black overalls. Black was the color of overalls worn by prisoners which were regarded to have committed murder, rape or witchcraft. Red was worn by those who had committed a less serious offence like armed robbery, and blue was worn by those who had committed lesser crimes like corruption, fraud or arson.
'Finch..?' Brendan whispered as he stood by the woman's cell door.
The woman turned her head and just as Brendan had hoped, it was the Finch. She gave him a lazy smile. 'And you must be..?'
'I ask the questions around here!' he snapped through his whisper. 'How did you get caught?'
She stood up and started to walk towards him, 'They caught me off guard, my love.'
'I thought you had…powers.'
She giggled in response, 'Not yet, I don't. The only powers I have right now are limited to brewing potions and stealing people's souls. I haven't accepted the Versatile gene yet.' She looked straight into his eyes, 'I'm sure you're familiar with the vision, Brendan?'
'I had two yesterday,' he intentionally ignored the fact that she knew who he was even through the balaclava and him deepening his voice.
'Did you accept it then?' she asked him.
'And have my brain controlled? No, thank you very much.'
'Do you have any idea how powerful you would become?'
'I still prefer not to have my mind controlled.'
'Suit yourself,' she said returning to her bed, 'but right now you are vulnerable to knives, guns and grenades. Accept the Versatile gene and no weapon formed by man can harm you.'
'Having no control over your own mind and body is the same as being dead. Anyway, you do know that you will be tried in court tomorrow and if found guilty you will be executed?'
'Of course I know that, my love..,' she didn't seem to care at all. 'Did you know that the flower I used to brew your potion was unique? It belongs to the family of the oxygen plants, so if you accept the Versatile gene you would gain power each time you would breathe in oxygen. The oxygen is stored as energy in your body cells and muscles the same way a plant stores and converts carbon dioxide into oxygen through chlorophyll. Trees and flowers turn carbon dioxide into oxygen, but you, being a mammal, would turn oxygen into energy. In simple words; you would have limitless power.'
'I know. My vision told me that. I'm not here to talk about that. Anyway…remember that "favor" I owe you?'
She smiled faintly and shook her head slowly then said, 'You tricky little bastard.'