Arm The Homeless!

"He said what!?" The Eye was incredulous.

"He said M-Seven was arming the homeless population." Jolt led her team down the hallway to Demonslayer's holding cell.

"With what?" Thresher was also skeptical.

"He sent me a picture of one of the local hot rods with some guns stuck on the winglets. It looks really goofy." Jolt was almost laughing at the thought. "I let him go off for a while until he realizes what a dumb idea that is."

Something briefly bothered the Eye, but it passed as they came to Demonslayer's cell. A cop in armor stood guard, and relaxed visibly when Honor Guard showed up. He saluted.

"Captain Kelrast is inside with the prisoner."

"Relieved, trooper. We'll take over from here." Jolt watched as the cop walked back to his quarters. The door to Demonslayer's cell slid open, catching briefly before it opened all the way.

Jolt strode in, followed by The Eye and Thresher. Orest Kelrast sat in a folding chair at the foot of Demonslayer's bed; he looked at the heroes with a combination of weariness and wariness. Demonslayer lay on the bed, looking like a corpse at an open-casket funeral, covered by a plain brownish blanket.

"Captain Kelrast -- were you aware that a team of super-villains was active in the area?" Jolt fixed Orest with a withering glare.

"M-Seven's a charity, as far as I can tell. They made my job easier. They took care of the transients, and kept them out of our faces. We don't have the resources to deal with those druggies and losers out there." Kelrast was defiant.

Jolt continued. "We have reason to believe that there has been an unusual amount of pirate activity lately."

"Unusual? No way. A lot of ships pass through here -- and if you have a lot of ships, you get a lot of piracy. It's always been a problem. If the Fleet didn't expend all its resources patrolling the spaceport, there might be less pirate activity in orbit."

"Captain Kelrast, I have no choice but to place you under arrest for aiding and abetting a criminal conspiracy --" Jolt was furious.

"What!? No way, I've got nothing to do with them!" Orest's resolve dissolved into animal panic. He stood and gestured frantically towards the Eye. "Why don't you let Psychic Chick over there read my mind -- I'm innocent!"

"The name's 'The Eye', and I'm afraid I can't do that. Probing minds is dangerous and error-prone -- and therefore forbidden, except under controlled conditions." The Eye kept her composure, but only barely.

"Don't worry, Orest Kelrast -- they're professionals at the interrogation centers. If you want your mind read, they'll do it right." Jolt took charge of the situation as Orest sank back into his chair. "You are, as of now, relieved of duty. Your replacement is on a dropship with re-inforcements in case Demonslayer's comrades attack."

Orest Kelrast, no longer Captain, shrunk into his chair and began to tremble slightly. "You can't do this to me...."

Thresher placed a hand on Orest's slumped shoulder. "We can, and we did. You hate your job, and you did it poorly. Consider this an intervention."