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took the licensing exam just like everyone else. And much to everyone’s surprise—myself included—I passed. Not by much, though. So when I was given my district assignment, I was given a low level Super clearance. That meant that I wouldn’t get an alter ego assignment. I was expected to live and work in my district, while patrolling frequently to keep back any chaos and crime I might see. It was grunt work.
    On the other hand, when my sister Ella graduated Super School, she got her license, an acceptance into Columbia University, and instructions to become an astrophysicist. Later, she was placed as a professor at the same school. She does her duty by working within that system and keeping peace and order. She doesn’t have to sit in a park for four hours waiting for someone to snatch a purse to get the job done.
    I used to be a little bitter about that but after my audit last year, I realized that I actually wanted to be a Super. It was a calling, not a job. And although I wouldn’t necessarily say that I was the most valuable Super the Council had, I was happy I still had my license, probation pending.
    So that night when I was walking up to St. Jude Church on Montague in Brooklyn Heights, I was a little nervous. The text from Nathaniel said that the meeting was in the church basement. As I was walking into the foyer of the building, I saw the bulletin board papered with fliers for bake sales, clothing drives, and mission trips. I looked over a little to the left and saw a sign that said “St Jude—Patron Saint of Lost Causes.” It had to be a sign. I was the biggest lost cause I knew.
    “Audrey.” I turned to see Nathaniel walking into the main door of the building. He was just as impressive today as he had been the other night. Dressed in jeans, loafers, and a cable knit sweater, he looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model. He jerked the arm holding his coat to the right. “This way.” I followed him down through a door and down a few set of stairs to the meeting room.
    The meeting room looked like any random classroom or an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. It had a white board along the front of the room with a large desk off the side. There were four or five rows of plastic chairs lined up in the middle of the room, with a couple of people sitting in them. Along the back wall of the room, there was a long folding table with coffee and donuts on it and a couple more people clustered around it.
    As we walked in, Nathaniel put his hand on my shoulder. It was warm and meaty. “Hang back after we’re done. I want to talk to you. We’re going to get started here in just a minute. Refreshments are in the back.” He gave me a final pat on the shoulder and headed to the front of the room. I promptly grabbed a donut and inhaled it like my life depended on it. Then I went to take a seat near the back of the room.
    By then a few more people had trailed in to make about twenty or so. After a few minutes, Nathaniel closed the door and pulled the shade down on the window in the door. He stood in front of the room. “Hi, everyone. Welcome to this month’s Brooklyn Council District Meeting. You’re all familiar face but in case you forgot, I’m Nathaniel Kane, head of the Brooklyn District.” There was a smattering of applause and Nathaniel raised his hand to wave it away. “C’mon guys. None of that. Let’s get started.”
    Nathaniel started going down a list of topics. He looked at home up there, pacing back and forth and punctuating his sentences with hand gestures. The way he hit each one gave me the impression that they talked about some of this stuff every week. I nodded like I knew what the fuck was going on, something I’d been practicing since elementary school. But at least I was able to stare at him without drawing attention myself.
    At one point, Nathaniel went over the crime stats for the district and then broke it down by each area of Brooklyn. Even though I didn’t know much about the way my