"Ditching you, nothing," Jackson snapped back, "I just found out we were supposed to be partners, and besides, that Voltage tape wasn't getting itself to the editors... Listen up, you're new and I don't know what the suits told you about your work, but you better get used to this. The boss will always tell you what you're doing last minute, it never fails, it just happened to me, and it's going to happen to you. So you either sink or swim, baptism by fire, blah blah blah." He checked the battery on his camera - plenty of juice, and the spares were good when he packed them, enough for a few hours running around town after entitled jerks in tight clothes, and he didn't mean the supers. "You get used to it."
"I'm on Banner Street, you're still down on 22nd, right? By Valiant Park?" He braced his phone against his shoulder, heading in that direction and hoping she didn't get any ideas to leaving the area.