The Poor Little Groupie Should Come Out To Play

Pushing away any stray thoughts about meeting that crazy bitch again outside of the Origin Timeline, I sat down on the fire escape and entered my Imaginary library.

One of the perks of this little Technique I had come up with long ago was any influx of new information would instantly be categorized and organized in my preferred manner, allowing for simple and easy access when it came to looking for the data I wished stored within the memories of those I extracted.

Soon enough, I was sitting at one of the many empty study tables, with two books opened in front of me, one with the title "Jennifer Rowing Surveillance." and the other "Overwatch High," Compared to some of the books here in my library, these two were drastically shorter as my Technique filtered out anything I would classify as "useless" information, leaving only the important details.