A prosecutor?

Mina couldn't even believe the audacity of what Blind was insisting she do. She was dressed so down, she felt she didn't even qualify as "arm-candy" for Blind if she wanted. Hardly a stunning first impression.

And now he was insisting to the wife of the president of the mother-flipping USA that she be the case's prosecutor?

Maybe Blind truly was blind.

Ivor agreed fully.

"William Justice. This is what the English call complete 'poppy-cock' Here we have the greatest prosecutor under the age of 25 and here you suggest some washed-up-at-age-18 defense attorney be her prosecutor."

Mina winced.

It hurt to hear her former mentor call her washed up. She only took solace in the fact he was probably mind-washed.

Not surprisingly, Mrs. Louse nodded in agreement.

"I have to concur with the mayor. I fully trust Mr. Justice's judgement. But I'd rather take an accomplished prosecutor for this case."

Ashley grinned broadly with her fangs barred.

Even if Mina didn't want to essentially be a prosecutor, Ashley sure had a way of rubbing it in.

The old woman's brow creased. Not from her age, but rather from sadness. "Especially since I need justice for my Gary…"

"Ah yes…" Ivor said, turning his gaze towards Ward 42. "Being the big cheese mayor, I also came to offer my respects to the ultimate head honcho of this country. How is he?"

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"Critical…" the woman said gravely. "Sometimes he is lucid. Sometimes. No."

Her body shook like a frayed leaf on the end of a tree. It seemed she was trying to remain calm, but the cataclysmic event had shaken both her and her husband to the very core.

"Other than Blind," Ivor smirked. "I think we should see him to learn more about this incident."

Mina's eyes turned to Ashley then Ivor, then to Blind. She wondered how much they knew about the attack. Did they have the same hunch that Electra orchestrated it?

"Um…Mrs. Louse," Mina asked as they walked inside. "Do you really want to sue Maxine Electra for a lightning strike?"

In the center of the room, a balding old man was taped up with hundreds of wires, several going up his nose. Most notably, the hair left was standing straight up from the hundred of volts of static electricity coursing through his veins.

He was the polar opposite of last night. Gary Louse was one of the loudest men at the age of 75. He talked more than a child hyped up on sugar and ADHD and with sharper and more shocking insults than even Ms. Electra Chair herself.

Not anymore.

"The reason I'm suing," Mrs. Louse answered, a grave look in her eyes. "Is not because of the lightning. But because of what Maxine said to my husband after he trounced her."

Ashley, Ivor, Mina and Blind all looked intently at Mrs. Louse.

"What did he say?" Mina said.

"Better watch out, honey!" Mrs. Louse guffawed, trying to sound like a buxom blonde cougar. "Sometimes lightning does strike twice!"

Mina put her hands to her cheeks. "Hard to tell if that's trademark Electra sass or a threat…but considering what happened after…I'd say, Maxine has a zap-petite for destruction."

Mrs. Louse gasped at Mina's electrifying pun.

"Sorry…" Mina said, grinning nervously and putting her hand to her head. "Too soon."

"But now you see," Mrs. Louse said, balling her hands into fists. "I plan to sue the pants suit off of our political adversary! I know she did this! And she will pay."

Ivor chuckled. "And I will help you make recompense with my hot shot, prosecutor! Ashley has a cat-tetite for destruction."

"Very well," Mrs. Louse answered. "I hope you will restore justice for this grave wrong."

Mina admittedly didn't care about Ivor stealing her pun, but she strangely wished she could be the one fighting for justice...and her totalled career.

But Ashley would do a fine enough job.

Perhaps the young attorney was better off just going home, ordering more pizza and binging Chickflix for the rest of her life.

Until the Ninja Kitty chiptune rang from E-Phone.

With curiosity in her eyes, she glanced at the screen. "Maxine Electra, Electra Company" read the caller ID.

The Electric Devil was back. What could she possibly want?