Scott’s 1tth straight victory in court and the slight but unmistakeable praise that Glee gives him upon not making an ass of himself while under the cosh. She also admits something about her personal which Scott almost, ALMOST misses in his joy of not losing…again.
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“Not guilty.”
Scott quietly breathed out and shared a hug with his client, a kid who was still manifesting and had, in a fit of excitement, fear and hiccoughs, accidentally incinerated a car.
“Thanks for the heads-up Mr Summers,” said Barbary. He clutched the card with the address and contact details of Xavier’s institute like a more normal person would clutch at their last chance.
“Not a problem. Everyone needs a second chance. You’ll be in good hands.”
The kid shot off at warp nine for friends and family while he tidied up his papers.
“That makes eleven,” noted Glee. “Quite the straight number.”
“All it takes to ruin a streak is one,” said Scott.
“So defeatist. You should celebrate. Go have some fun.” Glee snapped her own briefcase shut with compact efficiency. “You earned it.”
“They’re your tactics. You should come along.”
“The difference between you and me, Mr Summers,” said Glee, “is I scare people.”
Scott watched her go. And he thought that he had a knack for finding the ashes of defeat in the pyrotechnics of victory…
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