Jenny strides through the courthouse, noting that the staff seem on edge at the sight of a superhero walking around free in a public space, though plenty of the males among them aren't too tense to eye the blonde up in her tight costume. "Psychana? With me, please." One of the guards gestures to her, before leading her upstairs and through a door marked
Holness.
In a plush office, Jenny sees the judge behind his desk, leathery dark skin mixing with salt and pepper coloured hair, with a large, thickset body covered by a long robe. "Psychana, I'm told?" His low voice practically booms in the small room. "I'm not normally given to working with individuals outside the law, but on this occasion, I think it necessary. As you know, today is the trial of the malcontent calling himself 'Captain Spark'. He was apprehended recently, but the gang of criminals he commands is still out there. The prison and courthouse are both protected by Arch Corp security designed specifically to counter superhumans, so we believe the risk of an escape attempt in transit is high." He gestures next to him, towards a heavily muscular blonde man, his demeanor exuding confidence.
"Nice to meet you. I'm a
big fan of your work." The man holds out a hand, a flirty glint in his eye as he flashes Psychana a smile. "Detective Jackson is in charge of the transport detail - you'll be coordinating with him today." The judge explains, not seeming to particularly care much for the blonde cop.