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affiliation with the drug cartel? Are you a pusher or just an addict like your friend over there?" The agent pointed a finger to the junkie, scared out of his wits, but still in one piece, sitting in the back of a cop car.
    "An addict," he said.
    "When is the last time you were high? Are you high now?"
    "What? No, I've been sober for years," he said.
    The agent raised one eyebrow as if his bullshit meter had just shot through the roof.
    "I mean it. I haven't done drugs since, since...a long time ago."
    "Then what were you doing in a known drug house, with this dragon chaser, who's obviously in serious need of a fix; and in a room full of members from a local cartel?" The agent stood in silence, eying him for even the slightest tick, or twitch that Carter might be deceiving him.
    Carter knew he had better make this good, or he'd be spending the weekend in lockup at the local county jail, and with his record he'd probably be looking at some time, even with his act of being a good Samaritan and saving the agents life.
    "Look, I wasn't going to say anything, but I used to work with the All Americans."
    The agents eyes lit up at Carter's mention of the elite of the elite of powered teams.
    "I'm not currently a member, but I still do work on my own, and I've been casing these guys for weeks. You and your boys actually busted in the door right when I was about to find out who their supplier is," he lied, but the agent leaned in wide eyed and eager; he lapped up the lies without question, like a dehydrated puppy after a long run.
    "I'm using my powers to work my way to the top of the cartel's food chain; to find the city's biggest drug dealer. I plan to stop the supply of drugs at their source."
    "What did they call you?" the agent asked and excitedly awaited his answer, his head bobbing as if on a swivel.
    "What did who call me?"
    "When you were on the All Americans, what did they call you?"
    "Oh, that..." Carter was embarrassed to answer, but didn't want to disappoint the DEA agent. "Ash."
    "Ash?" he asked. The agents eyes narrowed and his lip curled in confusion. "Why did they call you Ash?"
    "Because when I was done with you, there was nothing left but ash," Carter said.
    The agent wore a toothy grin at his answer, but quickly composed himself as Carter stopped talking.
    "I'm going to need to see some sort of permit. We can't have vigilante justice being doled out in our city on a whim an-"
    "Here's the thing, I'm kind of working undercover, so if you could keep it on the hush hush...that would be great." Carter sincerely hoped he was smiling right, and that his facial expression was convincing.
    They sat in silence staring at one another for a long moment.
    "I think I can do that." The agent turned from side to side to make sure no one was within earshot.
    "Most importantly, let's just keep this between us." Carter leaned in to whisper to the agent.
    "No problem, just between us." The agent winked.
    "Am I free to go?"
    "You are."
    "Can I borrow the blanket?" he asked hopping down from the back of the ambulance. The pads of his bare feet were cold against the wet concrete, but he simply adjusted the heat in his body, sending just enough hot blood to his toes to keep them warm, without actually setting them on fire.
    "You can keep it."
     
    *****
     
    That night he slept alone for the first time in ages. Despite the rickety bed and his crummy apartment, he slept like a rock. Having used up so much of the heat within him left him feeling drained and his temperature was almost comfortable for a change. Maybe he needed to use more often. Maybe draining all that heat was a good thing, but that left him with another problem. Where would he use it? Become a serial arsonist like the guy last year who went around burning down half built construction sites. Would he just have to get used to the fact that in order to be comfortable he was going to have to burn off his hair on almost a daily basis.
    He rolled to his side and pulled the bed's