The Universe's Mixer

Charlie was good at hiding his anger. He was very good at hiding it when he didn't want people to know he was angry. He didn't always have time to give into it. Of course, he could be very strange and a little eccentric - he had the money at one time to be called eccentric. He had someone he needed to speak to, and he was going to start getting answers.

"I'm going to talk to one of the lab techs; then, I need to see you. Find that file if you can." He left the message for his partner. He needed to know that she was kept up to speed. He hadn't exactly told the message box all the information - he needed to see her face to do that. Beauty's story wasn't one he would keep completely to himself, not when it came to his partner and things that needed to be done.

The detective didn't stop to have a conversation with anyone, not like he usually did. He headed straight to the lab where he hoped Tech Morgan was working. He had a few questions; he also wanted to borrow the tech's computer for a little private searching.

The Bat was back out on the streets. There had been reports of kidnappings and murders. Zoe had stayed away too long, ignoring those things she simply didn't want to and wallowing in her own misery. These were not things the Bat did; there was a city to protect. People needed saving. More people than her own small circle.

So, the Bat was flying again. The Batmule moved easily enough; she had plans to show her husband this particular vehicle, knowing he'd appreciate it. It hadn't been taken from Serenity, as it was fitted for the Bat and what the Bat did. The Mule itself had probably never moved unless Wash decided to move it - Wash or any of his visitors. His new circle of friends and family.

The Batmule flew over the City, and the Bat looked for anyone who needed help. The traffic was a little different this time of night, so those traveling alone on the somewhat empty streets were easier to see. The infrared scanner built into the Batmule was sometimes very helpful - who was carrying those things that could be very dangerous.