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Thomas had watched enough YouTube Videos and TLC episodes of How thing are made. to make one crazy. He had started to nod off. Dressed in a cassock with a security hat and florescent orange vest, he headed out armed with a stick, a dog treat, a couple bolts and a washer, and of course the maglight flashlight - one of the five battery models, big enough to crack a skull. Thomas headed to check out the large crash that had woke him.

The first thing he did was what any respectable person would do, he got backup. He took with him the one dog that liked him in the yard. She was a tough junk yard dog, so tough that she might lick you to death. "Okay, we've got to check this out. If someone is stealing stuff, we call the cops. No hero stuff," he said to the dog. If his last name was O'flannery or McMullen, he would go bust some heads with his Irish temper. But he had none of that in him. One of the strippers said that he reminded her of the Priest from the Thorn Birds to another one of the ladies. "That would make him a lover, not a fighter," he thought then told himself to worry about the intruder.

The last time that he had really tried to sneak was when he and a couple of his buddies snuck into the girls locker room, they didn't see anything. But they were there. Again he reminded himself, to worry about the intruder and not his "glory days."

He started praying to the Blessed Mother, Saint Eligius of Noyon, Michael the Archangel, and Saint Mathew as he waked. The dog was to his right side and walked with the flashlight turned off in his left.

He walked down the center of the isles of cars. Confident as a man with a two in bolt and a dog that would lick the intruder to death. He came a cross a man that appeared to be moving cars. Thomas lifted the flashlight up above his left shoulder about eye level and clicked it on. Bathing the gentleman in the bright white light of high powered LED's. In his best impression of Isabella from Phineaus and Ferb he asked the question, "What ya' doing?" trying to seem non-threatening after realizing he left his phone in the office.

RIDDLEY STORM @Chulance

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“Twisting fingers in the club Imma young N*, yeah most my N’s rob we don’t gotta job! Pants sagging, flag hanging Imma young N” Three black males were seen in a 2006 honda civic pushing up to a college campus bumping Gucci Mane and Waka’s old hit Young N**’s.

“Ight so yall got the plan we coming up on a bag, Spellman the easiest lick, ain’t no dudes here, we robbing these bitches. Bean, Red, yall on patrol, Imma keep back, only rob that bitch if she look like she got money.”

“Man Devin you bullshitting you know how I get that if shawty get some behind her, I’m taking more then money these bitches be playing, don’t know whats good for em ya digg, shit they going happy when they end up liking dick and don’t go to hell.” Red declared laughing as he hit he Hennessy bottle he had in his hand, passing it to Bean as he went to hit the blunt again.

“Shit dawg you kno I’m wit dat, we gotta mix business and pleasure ya digg, get paid, get laid, good day nwah what i mean.’ Bean laughed

Devin shook his head and put on a backpack. “Yall sick in the head, on my mama I’m killing both of yall if you go near my sister, auntie, mama any bitch in my family, but let’s go long as yall get the money I’m not worried bout yall being on no Cosby shit, come on.” Devin said as they parked the car.

“Ight hol up let’s boot up.” Red took out a purple tesla ecstacy pill chewing it up, and pasing one to Bean, who did the same while Devin declined all he needed was a few shots. After finishing the rest of the stuffed game green, the three thugs headed out of the car on their mission to hit licks.

Meanwhile, a disgruntled Tyra Washington was making her way back to her campus apartment on foot. Since her car had been destroyed a little while ago, her only means of transportation was either that or the bus; she figured that she'd much rather get in the additional exercise. "Cash on me like I hit the lottery..." Tyra sang along to her music as she walked; her airpods were in and the volume was at its maximum, drowning out the world around her. On her shoulder was a brand new, Louis Vuitton bag that she'd managed to purchase earlier that day with her refund and was now eager to show off on the yard.

"Ooooooooh N* you see what I see, bruh that bag on her, shawty got that refund, we need the whole debit card, with the pin, put the rod on her head like Bihhh who you bank witt!!!" Red declared excited the bean he chewed up flowing through his veins adding to his eager desire to hit this lick, he was on patrol with Bean who was checking for his 30 tucked in his draws, and as planned Red was nowhere in site. They decided to keep following from a distance until they watched her in the process of opening an apartment door. Creeping up taking advantage of the fact that she had air pods in, Red decided to strike. Damn her shit poking, imma have to take that pussy It was a split second decision fueled by MDMA, Alcohol, Lust, and a complete absence of morals.

Getting up right behind her as she was getting the door open he made his move motioning for Bean to pass him the 30 with the extended clip, and slamming it on the back of her skull while Bean pushed the door open allowing Red to push her to the ground inside the apartment. Bean moved to press his leg on her leg as Red reached to remove an air pod. "Aye shawty look I ain't finna play with you HOE! I want everything bitch, the bag, the air pods, you hear me!!"

The pain that suddenly seared through Tyra's head caused her eyes to water as she fell to the floor of her apartment. She slowly craned her neck to try and see who it was that had hit her; instead, she came face to face with an unfamiliar man who was holding one of her airpods in between his fingers. "I'm.... not a... bitch," Tyra groaned as she struggled to move, a wave of anger coming over her body. And instead of just giving up her belongings like the two of them wanted, she did something that she knew she'd probably regret. She screamed for help.

Bean used his other leg to kick Tyra’s other leg twice hoping to bring her more pain, while he bent down his other foot still on her other leg grabbing the louis Vuttion bag. “OH yeah shawty got money money, shit let’s go head and see what else she got.” Bean was excited happy that on their first target they were already up, while Red growled. “Aye man wait! I told you I ain’t here for just no money” Red leaned down whispering in her ear. “Oh yeah you a bitch, you my bitch, SHUT UP!!!” Red screamed putting one of his hands over her mouth, while reaching to pull down her pants. “Now you going have to get punished!”

As he was going to pull off her pants, suddenly he was flying across the room and slammed into a wall. “Who the fuck” Bean turned to see none other then YRN Reparations with his disguise from the video.

“Ion know WTF yall got going on but yall need to leave shawty alone now!” Bean stepped off Tyra’s legs and raised his gun to his face. “Yo back the fuck up bruh, Ion kno who the fuck you think you is but.” Jace raised his mask up and spit in Bean’s eye causing him to open fire the bullets crunching up as they hit his skin. Reaching forward he snatched the gun out his hand and smashed it then kneed Bean in the chest with a loud crack of his ribs heard smacked him across the head with the crushed gun causing him to fall back. Bean screamed out in pain as Red rushed over to Jace with a knife, who grabbed him his right wrist breaking it then kneed him in the testicles crushing them. “Piece of shit.” Red screamed in excruciating pain bleeding as he hit the ground.

Paying the would be rapists no mind, he walked over to Tyra going to help her up. “Hey are you okay, you safe now.” Kneeling down he put his hand on her forehead he used his power of strength on her head increasing her tolerance to pain to prevent her from feeling the pain of the blunt force that was just smashed on her head.

"Not really, but I will be..." Tyra said, a mixture of confusion and shock written across her face after having witnessed the abilities of yet another powered individual. Only after that, as the music continued playing in her left airpod, had she realized just who it was who'd come to her rescue. "Hey, aren't you-" But before she could get another word out, one of her attackers suddenly came up behind him and pressed a chloroform rag over his face, desperately trying to knock him unconscious. And once he was down, Bean picked up the gun once more and jammed the barrel into his mouth. It was in that moment that a sudden rush of adrenaline shot through her body.

Ignoring the pain in her legs and putting her super speed to use for the first time that day, Tyra rose from the ground and shoved Bean out of the way, the sudden force causing him to go flying against his wall and landing in a heap on the floor with his buddy. "Payback's a bitch isn't it?" Tyra muttered as she then used his own rag to snap his neck.

"Shit, I feel you on that." Although he'd never been in that exact situation, he'd been in some dicey situations when he was locked up although at least when he was caged in he was on high alert all the time. He raised an eyebrow wondering who Tyra was about to relate him to, when the unexpected happend. " Ughh!!!" His "invulnerability" he was able to attain with his power had made him feel as though he was always out of harm's way. Although his newest attacker appeared to be far more genre savy then his past opponents using a method that he couldn't overcome with being bullet proof. As the chemicals were seeping into him he was struggling. He tapped into his power to increase the strength of his resistance to the chemical's effects although that allowed the attacker to overwhelm him and the gun was in his throat. He screamed out realizing the error in switching his strength increase to his resistance to the drugs

Fuck, I'm finna get killed FUCK! Fear, an emotion Jace hadn't experienced recently not truly since he understood his powers at least not caused by a gun. Just as he was about to be face to face with Death, it seemed the girl he saved had some sort of power. One minute she was on the ground the next minute the gun dropped to the ground, and the attacker's were down, only hearing a snap. Free from the tuggle for his life he was able to tap into his strength as he fell to the ground using his power to allow him some energy to get back up slightly to his knees at least." OH shit.....damn you just like me." He hadn't even . noticed the tussle in combination with Tyra's super speed had knocked his mask off. "Yo..damn you just saved my ass.. I was finna get got!!!"

Tyra looked at the man with wide eyes as she let the rag drop from her hands; the main thought going through her mind was that she had to get rid of the bodies before her housemates returned. "Yeah, well... I guess we're even now. You saved my life first, so it was only right." Wiping the shocked expression from her face, Tyra rose to her feet once more and offered him a hand, trying to pull him up on his feet. "So... it's 'Jace,' right?"

Yo shawty just slaughtered bruh like I be on my savage shit to, but she did that shit fore I could een blink, if someone cheat on her bruh...Jesus gotta save em can't nobody else He knew there were other people with powers out there, he seen the news but meeting someone else besides Kalep with a power that could mess him up was unnerving. "Yeah..naw naw we even fo'sho I was just heard yu yellin ayn when I pult up I was like oh naw..yall on some shit I can't respect at all!" He noticed he raised his voice, but that was one thing he couldn't deal with it all. From first hand experience he knew it had happened to his own mama when she was a teenager, and heard the pain in her voice when she'd told him. He accepted her help, and got up breathing heavilly the chemicals had did a number on him but he decided to use his strength on his durability again not wanting to be vulnerable around someone who could break his neck if he said the wrong thing.

"Damn c'mon ye ain't gotta say my whole government, how the hell..wait...a minute..oohhh Tyra I remember serving yo fine ass then you just stopped texting a N**." He rolled his eyes as he recalled not knowing she stopped smoking because of track season. With the scene of dropped bodies in the room he instinctively reached over to close the door not wanting people passing by to think they was just killing folks for no reason.

With a half-smile and slight shake of her head, Tyra said, "My 'fine ass' is a track star, b. Which means that I can't smoke during the season... they always doing those random drug tests." And when Jace reached over to close the door, Tyra took another worried look back at the two bodies that lay dead in her living room. "So, uh... what do we do with the bodies? I mean I don't think it'd be a good idea to leave them here, you know?"

Ohhh yo ahh ran track, see that make sense cause I a nigga look like me I'm like why she not texting baaack" Jace was quick to assume not even knowing she ran track, of course texting was a two way thing but he'd assumed she was mad at him or something. Hearing what she said next he laughed. "You worried bout drug tests, shawty you the god damn Flash, you can do whatever you want, take whatever you want literally as far these motherfuckers." The unmasked vigilante rapper looked at them and shook his head. "Yeah shit if they wasn't dead I'd tell you to call 12 but nah that shit dead now just like em hmm....our prints all over them to...we going have to bury em, fuck naw....I mean..you fast like real fast right? Is you fast enough to put em on a conveyor belt, cremate em? It's the only fa'sho way to get em gone without looking over our shoulders." Damn I really just got caught up in some shit I wasn't even rocking my catch a body gloves

"I guess you're right..." Tyra said with a shrug of her shoulders; in truth, she never really thought about all of the things she could do now that she had super speed. And in hindsight, it actually seemed pretty stupid for her to be so hung up on the whole drug tests and "track star" thing. After thinking for another second, Tyra pulled out her phone to do a quick Google search before returning to the bodies and flashing Jace a confident expression. "Be back in a sec or two."

And before she could even hear Jace's reply, Tyra grabbed hold of a body and took off running. It was only after she'd taken the second body to its destination and returned to her apartment that she explained what she had done. "There's that crematorium up in Marietta," she said, slightly out of breath from carrying their weight. "I made sure that we won't have to worry about any of this later."

"Wait whaaat." Jace knew she was fast, but when she said Marietta his jaw almost dropped. Damn I really thought my power was the best, she can steal anything. I need her on Team Jace on baby, I'm really winning the lottery on me then All he felt was a rush of wind in the middle of his sentence before she went all the way to Marietta & back. "Damn that's just damn, that's crazy. If she hop on top n ride or give head a N* going to heaven, straight to Jesus office with Noah n all em "Shiiiet I mean that take care of that gah damn making a brother feel like my power ain't shit." The surprise was starting to subside as he laughed a little bit, only thing he wondered was what other powers were out there & whether she was looking for a hot girl summer or a man. "Damn all that huffing and puffin you outta breath, but aye look I gotta question for yu." Shit might as well see sum right quick

Taking a seat on her couch and finally catching her breath, Tyra raised and eyebrow and smirked. "Don't boost me. If I had your super strength or whatever you like to call it... that shit would come in handy." It sure would've prevented her from feeling as though she'd just done a mile sprint around the track. "But go on. Ask your question."

"Oh shit I forgot" The criminally inclined rapper walked over to where the bodies once were picking up the $10,000 stack of blue hundreds he'd used to fend one of the attackers of Tyra putting it in his left pocket. "Oh yeah it def do I been wanted to look 12 in the face when they gotta strap in my face and say fuck you outside of GTA, so that's a dream come true but yo shit now that sweet, if we was on some team shit ain't nobody fucking with us." Reaching in his pocket he fished out a red lighter & russian cream backwood he'd been rolling before hearing Tyra yell out earlier. "Aye yu mind if I sit ri'cehea?" He asked out as he sat down on the couch anyway licking the edge's of the wood then burning under it to reseal it. "Shit, really tho its two questions one is you tryna smoke this guy blow off sum skress ayn two why yu was all alone in the first place? You man on vacation or he just left once you started running laps like Clark Kent?"

At first, Tyra opened her mouth to turn down Jace's offer, but remembered what they'd talked about earlier and shrugged her shoulders. "Shit, why not. And what if we really were on some team shit? You know... I was a big fan of YRN Reparations. So if he ever need any help... we could be kinda unstoppable." And while she wasn't completely surprised by Jace's second question, it did cause her face to turn a little red as she responded. "And I don't have time for all of that... or at least I didn't when I was so focused on track."

Seeing she was with it he raised the russian up and put the flame at the end inhaling until it was lit. The crisp smell of the runtz & gelato aroma starting to grace the room with it's aroma as he took a few hits. "Okay so you is a bad girl oooh and you a faaan tell me more." He said teasing her he knew this song was getting plays but didn't expect to hear that. "Shit well first thing first if we team can't ever let no bums get the drop on us again, but no one finna put they hands on you round me on my mama. " Taking another hit of the wood he passed it to her. "Reparations def could use the help, we like the black Bonnie N Clyde." His slightly low eyes turned their attention to Tyra looking her over. "So you mean you gotta if a dude was interested there's ah opening? You got allll the time in the world fast as you is, although I'd love to see you running round in slow motion."

After he passed it to her, Tyra took a couple of hits from the backwood before saying, "Yeah... you don't have to worry about that, I can take care of myself. Those guys just caught me off guard." And as he continued to look her over and speak, Tyra found herself smirking and shrugging her shoulders in response. "I dunno... Guess it just depends on the guy."

"Ok ok I mean I know you can take care of yo-self, but we live in a dangerous world now, so I'm just saying Imma excellent Plan B, kno wat I'm saying you can't go wrong wit Plan B" Jace was starting to feel more comfortable around her despite her displays of power that he considered more dangerous then his own. "Mmmmm-hmmm well I happen to know a dude that's interested, ight Ayn een go dude is me, I Am dude." Never one to be able to hold off on games like that especially with weed in his system Jace got to the point.

Letting out a quick laugh and passing the blunt back to him, Tyra shook her head and said, "Yeah, I kinda figured that. I lowkey just wanted to see how long it would take before you'd shoot your shot." It didn't take long for her to start feeling the effects of the weed edging in; Tyra closed her eyes and leaned the back of her head against the couch. "I know for a fact that you have a bunch of hoes, though... like the ones in your videos. And I'm definitely not tryna be another one of them."

Jace accepted the blunt back and took and took a few more pulls, the last one a lil too potent causing him to cough a bit. "Ugh shit, and you already knew, I swear yall be playing games just to make us stumble. Whewww this shit really sliding in now mhmm. He felt the relaxation flowing through him, as well as the familiar feeling of everything being feeling more intense. "First of all I ayn got noooooooooooo hoes, they was all just paid dancers music all smoke and mirrors. Sides even if I did have any of these imaginary "Hoes" you speak off they can't even compare to you. I want a real woman." Jace said with a smirk on his face as he put his hand on her thigh shaking it to get her to take the blunt back.

After taking the blunt back for a few more pulls, Tyra sat in silence for a few moments. And soon after, she just shrugged her shoulders once again and smiled. "I'll think about it."

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Flint groaned when Riddley used her powers to eradicate the cigarett he had and rid him of any further enjoyment from smoking. "Awh come on you didn't have to go that far, for a little friendly tap." He rolled his eyes and went to check his pack of newports seeing he only had two left. Uh it's not even worth it gotta save these two, that's the power I need to regenerate my pack, every smoker does damn it He wasn't really upset, but as a smoker anything that stopped him from getting & completely enjoying his buzz was something that irritated him one way or another, everyone needed a way to regulate their stress.

"I know what you mean, I hate being stagnant too." Flint sat down in the bench and instinctively went to take another smoke out his pack then put it back not wanting her to incinerate more of his smokable calmness. "Fresh air, how much fresh air where you gonna be able to enjoy on the run." He teased her although he was glad she was a free woman again, he did wonder what she planned to do with her life after she finished her service to Legion. Go back to the CIA, they'd let worst people work for & with them in the past, and probably where in the future so it wasn't too much of a stretch of the imagination.

"No, she survived but barely. Legion wants to keep her around, they think she might have found a way to harness other empowered individuals abilities, and that makes her too valuable but..." Flint stopped he wondered if he should say how he really felt especially to Riddley, but he couldn't even talk to his sister anymore so she was the only person he could divulge this to. "If you ask me she's too friggin dangerous, first of all she's killed so many innocent people just going about their lives, and if she ever manages to escape that bloods on Legion's hand, all the empowered who die if her actions lead to more restrictive laws passed against Empowered, and all the collateral damage she causes in the process but...orders are orders. Not to mention I just spoke to one of my supervisors I've got more stuff to worry about including fixing this shit with the Salzaras Cartels." Frustration couldn't even began to describe how he felt about everything going on, and all the work he was assigned.

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A well organized stockpile of masks, guns, bombs and many, many tools sat upon shelves in an underground bunker that only Alan's crew knew about. He had it in secret outside the city limits and slowly filled it over time. He had another one in New York when he was operating out of there. Maybe he should take a trip up there to see if it was in working order.

The heist was going to be a bit risky. It was a huge building with lots of workers and was sure to be heavily guarded, but that was really what Alan was after so it was not really a problem. If he was being honest there was almost no way to make it out with the possibly billions of dollars that would be stacked floor to ceiling within, but that really was not a concern. Making out with enough cash to make it worth it for all the help shouldn't be a problem, so there was really no need to go the whole nine yards and clear the place out.

However, Alan need to test something. He walked over to the chemistry shelf and pulled down some thermite . It was easy enough to make when you knew how and there was a bit of a stockpile built up. He needed it to benchmark himself. Thermite is quite hot and quite capable of melting its way through things. Alan found some metal plates and tossed them on the ground. Next came the thermite on top and a magnesium fuse that he stuck in the top. When he lit it, the whole thing sputtered to life and started eating away at the plates. Alan timed it and then measured the depth. He did this a few more times with varying amounts of thermite, recording the results in a notebook, before he would test himself.
Lightning was also quite hot and Alan could generate quite the amount of electricity now after three months of mostly just training himself. So could he generate enough and concentrate it enough to melt through a vault? He released all the air from his lungs held that state for a few seconds before breathing in deeply through his nose. He let it out again and started channeling his powers. He went from nothing to 60 and Electricity was already sparking off of him. As he built up more and more though, the sparks became less and less. He couldn't let any of it go yet. When Alan felt like his skin would burst from his bones he pointed his hands down at the final stack of plates and let go.

The sound was deafening. The light was blinding. Or it would be for lesser men. Alan directed lightning at the plates and burned a hole in them, mentally timing how long it took him. Eventually everything Alan had built up was gone. He allowed himself to catch his breath. It was a lot of energy and he could really feel it in his muscles. Still he didn’t complain. Alan just walked back to his notebook and compared himself against the thermite.

He’d need some more practice. Perhaps later after he source some vault doors to test his powers on. Speaking of practice though… Alan needed to check on the progress of his latest underling. He whipped out a phone from off the shelf. Some cheap thing he could just destroy when he was done and called Kalep. Kalep would need a code name. Maybe ford… Jackson? Maybe he’d let the psyker choose himself.

Kalep had found the perfect place to practice his powers, keeping true to his word after he departed from Paradise. He couldn't believe he'd found another person with powers,wondering why everyone was always coming to Atlanta with the new thing. He felt his phone buzzing and picked it up. "Yo It's Kalep, who it is? Was good?"

"It's Carter" Alan informed his associate. "I wanted to see how far along you are with your practicing." Alan walked over to the gun rack and started to pull out a few holdouts to stuff in his suit while he talked. "Maybe we could go out and do some practical tests?"

"Ah.." Kalep didn't even check the phone, once he got out of selling drugs he was very nonchalant about phone calls. "Yeah I'm out putting in work in the field right now. But we probably should meet up, get some mutual work done."

"I was thinking we needed a vehicle. Something with a lot of space. We won't be able to take nearly everything, but certainly enough to set the crew for life. I was wondering if you could convince someone to let us have something I had in mind.

"Convince em how, oooooh I see what you mean yeah we can do that." Kalep knew what he meant, and he wondered if he should reveal the other side of his power to Carter. "Where you wanna meet at?"

"You can meet me in front of the Nova consolidated building." Alan said. "I'm fairly close by and it should be easy enough for you to find." Really meeting near Nova just meant he could ask a favor if things went wrong. Stealing from them would cause more trouble than it was worth.

"Nova Consolidated, you mean the folks who was on the news cause they employee went giant size and was stepping on people? " Well at least they don't gotta problem with empowered, well the wrong king He took out his phone to see how far he was from them. "Shit I'm not even that far I'll head that way now."

"I'll meet you there" Alan said before shocking the life out of his burner phone. The whole giant woman thing was concerning, but Alan couldn't trust that the news would give him the whole picture. There was rampant speculation online, but it was doubtful any of it was correct. Bella would be his best source, but if she did not want to bring the problem to him then it was not Alan's problem.

Alan walked out of his vault and locked the door behind him. Walking up the stairs he checked a camera on his phone. Convinced that nobody was there he let the wall in front of him swing open. He stepped into what was a fairly normal, if only legally occupied home. It was quaint and a good place to meet relatives whenever they deigned to speak to him.

Alan drove to Nova alone. He didn't want Kalep messing with his subordinates and they shouldn't be necessary anyway. Once he got to his location he got out and looked for Kalep.

"Thanks for the ride Baby" Kalep grinned as he hopped out the SUV, having used his powers to convince a woman to drop him off a block away from Nova Consolidated after confirming she wasn't on the way to work or anywhere pressing. "Alright so now let's find Elelctro" He muttered to himself taking out his phone to call Carter as began walking to the front of Nova Consolidated.

"I'd really appreciate it if you didn't refer to me as Electro" Alan sighed from behind Kalep. "I have a name you know."

"Man fuck don't do that pop up shit especially from a guy use to hearing people walk up." Kalep shook and turned around spooked, he always wondered how it felt to talk to Batman and have him just vanish in a conversation or appear it wasn't pleasant. "Alright then Carter, so what do we need to do."

"I need to know how far along you are and what the limitations are" Alan said flatly. True Alan had some higher hopes in what they might be able to acquire if Kalep was up to it, but for now if he only learned the shortcomings of his new associate then that would be okay. "You also need a new name... I was thinking Jackson or Ford. What about you?"

"Shit my last name Jackson, and my pocket fulla dead presidents so we can run with that." Kalep instantly was attracted to the name, and the allure in it. "How far I've come along, I'm doing pretty good but I gotta new trick that might make this whole thing more lucrative. You see that stand over there selling food" Kalep raised his eye brows using them to focus on his telekinetic power causing a sprite can no one was paying attention to fly over to them into Kalep's hand. "How's that for practice" He said as he popped the sprite can open and took a sip.

Interesting, he could affect the real world with his mind too. Potentially very useful. A lame example being that he could snag a guard's key and let himself out of a jail. Not so much a prison, but that was always a pain in the ass. "Oh right, your last name is Jackson..." Alan sighed. "You'll have to pick another one. It won't do you any good for everyone to go calling you by your real last name over coms. But... you can always pick it later I suppose..." Getting back on topic Alan asked "How many ways do you think you could get a free meal out of that food stand?" He looked directly into Kalep's eyes and added "Hypothetically, of course."

Another sip of the refreshing carbonating beverage was downed as he listened to his newest partner in crime. "Oh yeah, damn you make a good point." A hint of disappointment in his voice was heard indicating how he felt about having to change the code name he was starting to take a liking to even if it was simply just his surname. "Hypothetically huh, okay. Well I could just "Tell" them to give me food so that's one, have someone else go up and pay two, have a wallet fly over to me that's three, there's a pretty good looking girl at the place I could sweet talk her four, use my powers to enhance her sexual attraction to me so she just gives it to me to try to flirt, hmm I'm thinking five, well six if I just make a meal fly to me. So Six, why that question Carter?" Curiosity oozed through his voice wanting to know what was the real intent behind Alan's question
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"Just trying to feel out what you can do" Alan smirked. Then his real phone rumbled in his pocket. He pulled it out and read it silently "Hey! I couldn't reach you through call, but I had to get this news to you! Jace Williams is the one. I know I've been a little wishy-washy on this, but now I'm absolutely sure. The wedding will cost us a bit, but this has to happen. 15k, but it's worth it. I don't have a real preference, but I definitely want a good photographer. Looks like he would have to get Madison to dig into this Jace person so that they could elimenate him. Could be another good test of Kalep's abilities. Regardless it would have to be done after some information gathering. Even if that may not take that long based on the kind of trouble this Jace character was causing "Anyway..." Alan collected his thoughts. "If I asked you convince a man to hand over an armored car that may or may not be parked nearby, would he ever even consider calling the cops?"

"Oh so being nosy then" Kalep teased not really thinking that was entirely the case or situation but it was amusing to him. " He saw he was on the phone and pondered on what was so important, but it's not as if he could read Carter's mind anyway. "Well not if we tell him not to. you know like If I told him "Hand over the car, and never ever call the cops about it." you know obviously with a little of my power behind it, it should work. What you wanna steal a Brinks truck or something." Kalep laughed thinking Alan was just trying to be humorous at this point

"Yes, that is exactly what I had in mind" Alan said looking Kalep directly in the eyes. "Now how far away can you do that?"

"How far away?" Kalep put his hand under his chin and looked stretching to see the farthest people's thoughts he could hear from this distance. "OK so I just listened to thoughts as far as I can from here by my estimate it's looking like 20-50 feet away at most, although the farther the more effort I have to put in." So now what? @Adam

"Now, you walk with me" Alan answered. He lead the younger psyker down the street. "and when you can find the driver's thoughts you should be able to take care of the rest." Alan smiled to himself. This would either prove easy or incredibly interesting. Either way worked for him. Then another thought occurred to Alan and he sent a quick text to Madison. "Assuming I had a smaller job lined up in the meantime, do you think you could help me out? I need to meet with a super in a day or so and I was wondering if you use your talents to help me out there. Just need you to talk to me while I meet them."

"Alright let's get it then." Kalep said going along with Alan walking with him to see how exactly this would all play out. "Right I gotchu" Now was the time to focus, this guy was very smart, everything he was planning was all strategic to actually getting their goals accomplished. "Shit I'm open for any and all work, I'm actually quitting the car dealership soon. Might as well cash in on these talents, stop." Kalep was able to pick up thoughts from a nearby Brink's truck driver and closed his eyes to focus he was about half a block down. The Driver in hand had just made his last money drop for the day, and began making his way over to them in traffic. "Now what?"

When the truck came to a stop Alan accepted the keys from the driver and stepped up to the open driver's door. "That's all for today" Alan Beamed. "The good news is that you just bumped up your take on this job" Alan let that hang for a moment. "The bad news is that you will have a bit more... responsibility. I'll let you know exactly after we... have a chat with that super." Alan sat down and started the Brinks. I'd ask if you needed a ride, but I know you don't." With a final wave he was off to store the armored car for later.

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“Pretty much, some Legion guy went AWOL, stole some information from us, and he’s trying to release it. Long story short he sent this information to someone in Savannah, Georgia, and now it’s our jobs to track it down.Just get some rest, Riddley you need it.”

Flint got up, it was time for him to get to work he had a lot to do and tend to. Plus he wanted Riddley to get some well deserved rest.The Stolen intel, the Salzaras Cartel working with Empowered individuals, & everything els he’d deal with.

Getting up he began walking back to the hospital, he needed to get his car & get moving. As usual I’ve got alot of bullshit to handle.

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"Movie Movie Movie!" Kalep was chanting along to the rap song playing in his ears as he continued the practice of his powers trying to raise the SUV higher and higher into the air, pushing his mental strength to its limits. Everything was going swell until a light flashed into his eyes startling him, and he swung around to face some guy coming in a security uniform. In his moment of distraction the SUV he'd held in the air floating above had dropped to the ground with a smash. "Aye..I uh uh uh . was just uh looking around for uh parts you know I. I work at a dealership, I saw the door was open, and I was like ya know might as well just go for a stroll y a dig like uhh." Kalep was stumbling and stuttering for words to cover his tracks, and realized he still had the nearly finished corona bottle in his hand. Fuck beer in my hand, dropped the damn car, ah fuck.

Thomas wanted to applaud the crash. Everyone from a block around would have heard it, if it was day time. Almost laughing the Father said, "That was the worst lie I've ever heard and I taught seventh grade English at the Catholic Girls School. I’ve got a highly tuned lie detector." His backup went for the spilled beer, tail wagging, and with a silly grin.

"Could you kick the glass out of there so she doesn't cut her tongue? Thomas asked lowering the light so the man could see. The man had not run and Father Thomas was not bleeding, so he took this as a positive sign.
“Do you want to tell me why you are here and why I shouldn’t call the police?” he asked, “I know the gate was locked at one point, as I am supposed to check it when I say my prayers.” Like most junk yards, the front gate was short, a swinging bar locked with a pad lock, this man would have had to cut the pad lock or scale the fence. Running out of here with a car door would have been plain crazy.

Kalep was taken back by the man appearing to be amused by the antics, and was confused about why he wasn't freaking out. So he just saw me using superhuman powers, and isn't freaking out? The Hell is wrong with some white people "Yeah uh look man, Mr. English teacher man you caught me I was lying. "Hey hey stay away." Kalep went to address the dog quickly going over to collect the spilled glass from the corona he dropped, and placing it in a trash bin a few feet away. "Look there's no need to get the police involved okay, I mean I don't really have an explanation for why I'm here, and and you kno your right the gate was closed another lie I told, I'm a lawyer so we kinda have to tell those to keep our jobs but I can promise well at least right now that I'm not stealing, or doing drugs or anything illegal according to Georgia law besides trespassing so I mean I might as well just uhhh head out back to my house huh?" He wanted to gauge the situation his plan was to erase this guy's memories and just move on elsewhere, but first he wanted to make sure nobody else saw him

Thomas smiled and nodded his head. "I bet you a beer that I can break out that half a windshield on the car three stacks down! Are you game?"

"Whaaaat...a beer? So you mean you going give me one?" The Alcoholic in his brain was immediately at ease with the situation, sure he could go mind controlling clerks but he prefered doing things in ways that didn't jeopardize his freedom. "Man sure go ahead, I'd love to see this magic trick." Buddy sounds crazy like the hell is he gonna do, long as I gotta free beer, and I don't go to jail I'm cool.

Thomas thought to himself, Why did I leave my phone in the booth? Now I am going to try to impress a guy that moves cars with the little trick I learned today. Way to go Father Thomas. The deeper thoughts going through his brain were Maybe this guy could teach me how to do that? I wonder if I could open a safe. And a few thought about a couple of the strippers not fit for print. Tapping his self anger for letting this guy get past him, his desire to impress, and wanting something to drink. He just opened his hand let the washer fly. Wanting to make a good impression he pushed his abilities give it more kinetic force. Right before it go to the target, he let it start to tumble so it would hit the glass nearly flat.
The impact was audible and the washer threw sparks. About three seconds later the glass exploded.(edited)
Thomas smiled.

"YOOOOOOOOOO" Kalep didn't even no response he'd been struggling to push things around all day and this security guard just let the washer. Man what the fuck, bruh Atlanta got all the super humans, Need to go ahead and get to work with Darius we finna be paid "Mannnnnn I ain't een going lie I was finna erase yo whole memory, I was just tryna make sure wasnt no other security guards finna pop out or the Men in Black and take me away. " He was still in shock and realized he had to give up the corona. He used his power to move the corona over to Father Thomas's hand. "Man of my word here you go, I wish I brought the rest of em from my car. But man you gotta lotta thangs up going up in yo head Father. I ain't mean to be up all in there really the stripper thoughts got me to the most I ain't had no sex in like....oh....since I convinced my ex wife to come over like over month ago...I'm in withdrawal." He realized how long it had been since he. had sex the thoughts he picked up from the Father leading him to realize his own lust.

Thomas nodded thanks. Forced the cap from the bottle and then took a drink. He just about spit it out when he realized that this man knew what he was thinking about. That scared him a lot.
“Erase my mind?” he asked in a tone that showed some fear.
He drank half the bottle on that thought.

“I don’t think you need to worry about me turning you in,” Thomas said trying to sound positive. Thomas thought Do you read read minds too? Then he thought about how hard that must be listing the constant noise of people thoughts. They he thought about how hard it to listen to confession knowing.

He was thinking to himself, I wonder if he would pick up those two Miatas One was a convertible with a bad engine. The other was a hard top with a smashed back end. He had heard that there was a new mechanic in town that was unorthodox but did good work. He just needed to figure out where to get the money to pay her.

"Yeah ahhh I said too much didn't I, I mean that's kind of my thing." Kalep announced wondering how open he could be about his powers. "But you good tho I'm not finna do that no more, shit honestly this is why I didn't want to practice my powers in the first place, I ayn wanna get caught." Kalep sighed, this is exactly what he feared but at least he ran into someone with powers like him but felt he wouldn't keep getting lucky. [i][b] Yessir I read minds and can speak to them too like thi. [/i][/b] Kalep said utilizing his ability to project the last thought he said directly into Thomas's head. "It's not as fun it sounds, I'm working on getting it under control. Like trying to control when I hear people's thoughts and it makes going to crowded places impossible. And you want me to pick up some cars, and carry them to the mechanic? You sure you don't want me to die man cause I'm sure if they see a black man levitating vehicle's all the way to the mechanic Imma get shot or arrested by the FBI or both, probably both."
"And it's none of my business or nun but you are TRIPPING, how are you broke with super powers? I mean I drink a lil too much, and I'm sad more then I'm happy, but even I'm finna get paid for my powers."

Thomas laughed, "Being a white man down here could get me shot too," he said. "I just need them lifted out to the flats so they can get hauled down to the shop she works at." He shined the flashlight so he could see his cassock. "Getting paid, is kind of hard in my line of work," he said with a smile.

"Oh you like really a priest or something? I mean I respect that, I couldn't do it too much TOOO many sins in my life boy God going send lightning at me just for doing an application" Kalep said not even trying to be funny feeling he was unqualified for the job in every way." And I mean yeah you right black, white, yellow, orange it don't matter cause some folks with powers is just acting a damn fool, you heard some girl got as big as Godzilla and killed 100 people, like woah she evil, I'm just tryna get paid in slightly unethical ways but murder naw nuh uh." He realized he'd gotten off subject but the only other powered people he'd spoken to where Jace & Paradise. "Still though man if you ever looking to make some quick money iwth ya powers let me know, but Ion mind helping you do some lifting show me where."

Thomas pointed out the cars. Between the two of them, they would make one working car. In his mind he was worried about being able to remain a priest and what he would do.

"I think I will need to figure out how to make some money soon. I have the feeling the Bishop is going to..." he let that hang. He did not want to say it. Then he said gently, "reassign me to independent status." It was not the words he was thinking, but they were not as harsh. It was a plight when there is not enough to remove you from the roles and enough not to keep you in active ministry. The junk yard owner would use the flatbed to move the. He would probably only charge him a couple hundred bucks for the cars.

"Oh ight let's see let's see whew all this lifting, and I ain't even get more then a beer. "Kalep stretched a little bit then focused on honing his power on the objects Thomas had requested and pushing himself further he brought the two vehicle's over to them and then released his hold over them once they were both near Thomas. "Boom there you go." He stopped to wipe some sweat from his brow, he'd certainly got more then the workout he'd came for. "So that's why you working a second shift at the graveyard? What it's because you a mutant, ah man discrimination ain't fun trust me I've lived it way longer then I could read minds & move SUV's with my mind. Tell you what if you change ya mind take my number down I love making money. But if you don't mind me asking what is yo power? Cause it ain't what it do, but I heard one of yo thoughts about opening safe's so what is it? "He was curious to know what he was capable of. So far he knew of himself, Jace basically being Hancock without flight, Paradise's mastery of the weather, and Kaidyn who he didn't bother to figure out what he did.

homas got one of his cards out with his phone number on it and gave it to him. He thought it because he couldn't say it out loud, It appears that I can do things with stuff. Control objects. Though I am just learning. He said, "I am just wondering if I can open a safe with my power." He thought, I'm not a criminal. But he knew he was going to need money. He thought, Crap, I didn't even ask his name.

"Control objects, so hmm there appears to be different one's certain powers can mimic aspects of other's powers, but overall they all appear different huh." Kalep thought in his analysis of these powers that were bestowed upon them. Man if we had this guy to help us out with Alan, no telling how easy robbing the Fed reserve would be, but buddy here might get us killed. He decided against it in better judgement, maybe he could use Thomas in the future for a mission more suited for him. "My name's Kalep, "He accepted the card, and immediately sent Thomas a text that said "Hey it's Kalep". He stretched his muscles again and yawned. "Well I'm finna be going don't be an idiot like me & get caught using your powers. Call me tho man fr, I'm trying to keep in contact with anyone else going through this." He might not be good for stealing, but if I do get a support group for us started with Darius he's the go to.

Thomas smiled. “Want me to unlock the gate for you?.” Noticing a rat, Thomas let a bolt go flying at a rat hitting it with a loud thud then the bolt started to bounce hitting a kitten that screamed and then ran.

Sure man that would be nice huh" Kalep thought as he put his phone up wondering what was next. At least he got some practice in, all he wanted now was some cold drinks, and get in touch with Paradise again. He couldn't help but laughing at Thomas's over-reaction. "Man it wasn't nun but a rat, but I hate rats anyway give me a call man." He said going back towards the gate to make his exit

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At 3 am, John got a phone call from one of his informants in the state police. John had greased the wheels for a an equipment request. It made it through a bill on a rider, hidden from sight for most people. This is how John worked, quietly pulling the strings behind the scenes.

“Hey, John just wanted to give you a heads up. There was an attack on the Benedictine Monastery down in Savannah. The Church and the Monastery are both burning and a mob has formed after. They believe it was an attack by “enhanced” individuals,” the officer said. After the conversation, John called his boss and Ivy to let them know what was going on and to get Ivy down to Savanah to get in front of the cameras while there were still flames coming from the building.

On the television, a report came in that the rouge scientist had been found dead near the Baltimore Harbor. Not much more detail was given, just that the man hunt was over.

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Bella stood in the middle of the abandoned out of business factory she still had on the books. There was the intention of repurposing the location to open a strip club, but Bella scrapped the plans and made her quiet space. She didn't to take a step from everything that occurred the day prior. Her company was in the spotlight and though her public relations department presented the incident as a disgruntled worker with powers, there were still questions from the public. It was a private company assisting mine in the movement of pharmaceuticals... I didn't know they were associated with a cartel. Rita? I don't know her personally. Bad judgement. Bella used her telekinesis to lift an old filing cabinet and tightened her fists, making it crumple as if was her own hand doing it.

"Bad fucking judgement... I... I'm going to have to kill that bitch. I know it was her. It wasn't her but... Rita, Jace, and Adora... I know they're working together to take down Hector..." Loose debri and old broken furniture levitated within the large space as Bella seemed to tremble. "BUT THEY WILL NOT BRING ME DOWN WITH HIM!" Everything remained trapped in the air, but had a menacing vibration to them as the woman looked into nothingness within the dim abandoned factory.

Bella's cell phone began to ring, it was a local number that she had not saved in her contacts prior to this.

Bella sighed as she heard the generic ringtone echo into the empty area from her pocket. Another call.

"What now?" Bella reached into her pocket and didn't even bother to look at the caller I.D. "Hello?" She answered rudely.

"Unnecessarily Rude Bella." Hector Salzaras was on the other end. "I'm here in America, Atlanta to be specific I flew in yesterday. Adora Zayas is dead, I just got confirmation from one of my best as well as evidence, the only loose end now is Rita and I'll be sure to take care of her, as you wisely said there can be nothing or no one that gets between our money." From the generic phone Hector sent a picture of Adora bloodied, and bruised with a scorched foot and stab wound laying against the debris in the Atlanta Legion HQ that he'd gotten from Taylor Swinn. "Oh and one more thing Bella be very careful."

Bella almost didn't listen to Hector's words as she took the time to look at the picture that was sent to her phone. Fuck... Bella shook her head before replying to Hector's warning.

"Be very careful? If the bitch is dead, what the hell do I need to be careful of? Oh yeah, the cartel bitch who can grow like a power rangers villain! What the fuck is up with your people!? You're cleaning up this shit, but it's a mess that your group is making. You make me a lot of money, but I don't think it's worth it with all this shit. You're a criminal. That's you. I'm more than that. I cannot be associated with your cartel or our operation is over! No trucks, no security, no front, and that means no business! I like business and you do too."

Hector listened intently he could understand her frustration, for him to come to Atlanta himself was to show his patience was tested & limits reached. "Allow me to finish if you will Bella, it's not many I let speak to me in this tone. However having played a role in this situation a major one at that I understand. Well first as of all Adora's ability was some sort of body manipulation she could assume the forms of others as well as alter her size. That is why she looks like my sister in the photo I sent of her dead, she died in that form. The reason I said be careful, is my employee who I sent to terminate Adora was captured by an organization called Legion."

He paused wondering if he should really grant this intelligence to Adora, but being that he knew she was amongst those who vanished he wanted her prepared. “They have some ties with American Government Agencies, there probably international. They don’t play by the rules, from what I know they kill the most dangerous of these empowered individuals, and remove the rest from society. Adora kidnapped Rita, and used her image to protect her own identity but also drive a rift between our organizations, and our money. She attempted to extort me for Rita’s life for $30 million unfortunately I warned my sister of the danger and she did not heed my warning therefore in the event that she is alive she’s a loose end, I’m trying to eliminate, if you happen to see Rita Salzaras or Rita Hernandez and you have access to anyone capable eliminate her.”

“Lastly I’ve been doing real estate in Mexico & The US for the past 6 years, I just as much as you do not want to be associated with any evidence of an implicatory nature whatsoever. When Adora attempted to extort me she beat Rita within inches of her life, my prayer is that the good Lord took her last breath, and now Jace Williams needs to do the same, Avoid this Legion at all cost any information I obtain I will get to you promptly, I’m ready to get back to business, back to the money.”

Bella took a breath and placed herself on mute as everything floating within the factory fell to the ground creating loud echoed clattering. She unmuted herself to answer Hector promptly. Again, her stress had taken ahold of her.

"So Jace and maybe Rita... who happens to be your sister... They need to go. I have a guy for that, but I don't want to send him after Jace without knowing his ability. Do you want to meet while you're local. No business, just two successful people enjoying a great meal and maybe even a drink."

"That'll probably be for the best, set a time and a place, preferably as soon as possible. " Hector was glad to be on top of things again. It was pleasant news that Adora a superhuman thorn in his side was finally quelled. "Jace and definently Rita must go, although it's a strong possibility the latter has already left the land of the living that's what I'm looking into right now to make the most of my time in the states. Text this phone with the location and a time it's a secure line, I must go I'll see you shortly;."

Hector hung up and turned to his trusted lieutenant Pedro. "Bella's on board again, The Atlanta Market will be secured, is the FBI connect looking into Rita's phone records?"

Pedro nodded his head. “Yes sir, everything as you instructed, Adora’s as well, then we’ll scout out the locations & see if we can locate Rita.”

“Perfect I have some business to tend to with Vincent’s daughter, but there’s one final loose end we need to close. The Woman whom I was suppose to pay to kill Adora, who succeeded, she has the ability of laser emission, to defeat Adora and put her in such a state? She’s more powerful then I thought I want her dead, gun shot to the brain, decapacitation, poison it dosen’t matter as long as she winds up in Hell sooner then later. No more interruptions, no more mistakes.”

“Yes Sir I understand, I’ll pass the message along.”

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Setting the bowl down lightly over the table, Isabella continued around it. Her head nodding as she once more took her seat, listening to the voice on the other end of the line as they spoke. Her bright eyes flicking across to the time that was displayed over the bottom corner of her laptop. It was still early- before her alarm early. Though it was a decent enough time that her mind had begun to work at its full capacity, and she was able to start thinking about the important things. Like breakfast. Her hand lifting away from the mouse, the photos she had been sent earlier on now displayed on the screen of her laptop, she instead picked up her spoon. Scooping some of her porridge into her mouth, she made sure to finish it before she made to speak. Her legs crossing underneath the table.

"Yes; that's correct. A new collection. We're calling it 'The Cataclysm' and we're hoping to draw quite the attention to it. That's where you come in."

Pausing for a moment as the voice on the other end spoke, she chuckled softly. Taking another mouthful of her breakfast, however the sound of a door both opening and closing from the second floor catching her attention, she leant lightly in her seat. Her head tilting in order to look out into the hallway for any sign that her brother was awake and moving about as she spoke once more. Her body sitting back up as she turned her attention back to the phone call that she was currently engaged in, "Well, yes. Who else would I go to for media coverage and advertisement..? I want this collection to go world-wide. Viral. Particularly in the United States as it's where the artist has gotten their inspiration for the collection."

So it was a little white lie... okay, perhaps more than a little white lie. But she had given Christoph her word that she wouldn't give away any details regarding any of the conversation that they'd had earlier, and she wasn't about to go breaking his trust. Even if it all came back on her. She would deal with the consequences later should any arise, "I've sent you images of the key peices that will be featured. I've already spoken to a few contacts of mine in the news and vlogging world, and they're already working to get the word out online. If you can deliver- if you can really get this out on the evening news in the US-..."

Cut off, though the words she was hearing bringing a smile to her lips, Belle nodded. Clearly pleased as she shifted on the seat, making herself more comfortable than she already was, "..oh, that's wonderful. Thank you. As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Her thumb brushing over the screen of her phone, hitting the end call button, she placed it down on the table beside her laptop. Replacing it instead with her cup of tea so that she might have a sip of it before she returned to her breakfast. That was the internet media covered... vlogs and news sites... television and other media covered... It was a good start- a very good start. And in a mere few hours, the paintings Chris had given her would spread like wild fire around the world on all mediums with her name associated with them.

Now all she had to do was wait.

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“Coming right up a school teacher Ruth Lopez was fired from her five year position as a teacher due to being a danger to the students. It’s been reported she has the ability to manipulate & alter colors. Although it dosen’t seem like a deadly power, many have made complaints such as her making things pitch black in the hallway causing students to have trouble seeing, and other pranks that can definitely have painful results. As a result she’s sought to sue the public school district who is refusing to dish out any money to her.”

Flint was at his apartment he’d fallen asleep last night continuing to research more and more about what he could do. Elle was going back to Florida in two days, and their relationship was on rocky terms ever since Adora’s supposed murder. Things were getting hectic on the news. Almost every school in Gwinnet County had enacted an unofficial ban on Empowered individuals, and showcasing powers there was making yourself an outcast.

They had a facebook group where people could submit reports of people using abilities, although many of the victims claimed the reports were fabricated. It was a modern day witch hunt, and although not as bad as Gwinnet in the rest of Georgia & Atlanta similar things were happening. Rita Salzaras’s giant rampage that had cost the lives of 100, and hospitaled 80 more had went viral, and different parts of the United States & the world were reacting.

Congress had yet to announce the Federal Empowered Registration Bill, and there were still many in opposition to the bill on Congress & even in civilian life. Flint picked up the remote to change the channel to a different news station.

“Two Empowered individuals reportedly died after medical personell in a Gwinnet county hospital refused to provide treatment. One of them suffered a drug overdose from prescription medication, and the other from a gunshot wound, police have yet to issue any further commentary on either. Although there’s no official ban on Empowered individuals receiving medical treatment in Gwinnet or any part of Georgia, many hospitals are adopting a similar stance, Bryan what do you think about this.” The news anchor lady changed the spotlight to a male commentator.

“Well I think that’s just awful, I mean this Rita Hernandez lady she’s a monster. Then I’ve seen resports of other people, even those killing. But what about the story about the flying kid who saved the lady who fell off her balcony, why isn’t that getting much press coverage? You know there’s stories on both sides of the spectrum, and I pray we as country can come to a resolution, as a black man in America, I’ve faced plenty of discrimination, and while this is certainly a different issue I believe these are people, humans above all, before any powers or abilities thy may have. Like with any group and any advantage, there will always be those who seek to hold it over the heads of others & make a bad name for the others but they are not a representation of the entire group.”

“Fuck it.” Reaching for the remote he flicked the television off. Georgia was a hot ground for Empowered activity, yet still it wasn’t all bad for Empowered. The Hip hop artist YRN Reparations had managed to get 7 million views on his youtube channel for his song Reparations, and many poor people were suppoting him. In the past two days he’d used his abilities to steal an estimated 1.5 million dollars some of it cash, more of it merchandise, and distributed it to impoverished neighorhoods primiarly blacks but many other minorities & even poor white areas. In-fact, some were saying that he was worst then the Rita incident, as although he wasn’t commiting murders he was stealing and Atlanta Police had yet to issue an offiical warrant against him on live television.

“YRN Reparations, what a fucking stupid name. Guy has guts tho, Malik told me he has someone else working on it. But the guy is getting played on the friggin radio, all tha ttalk about black power, I don’t remmber MLK robbing banks whatever I’m not touching that issue with a ten foot stick.” Flint was glad he was assigned to something else, although his problem with Reparations was robbing people, historically African Americans had went through a tough time in this country. He couldn’t say what he’d do if he had his background and his powers, and although he was a problem he was focused on the people who were doing truly heinous things that might get a Georgia Empowered registration bill passed.

His phone began ranging and he went to pick up seeing it was Diana. “Hello Diana, what is it?”

“I don’t know if Malik informed you, but the Adora girl’s recovering. Of course we’re maintaining the high dose of the IV drip, and she’s going to remain sedated. However Malik has decided, the situation is too delicate for the Atlanta Headquarters, their sending operatives to transport her to the facility, so your intention to use her body to lure Salzaras has been denied as it’s too risky.”

“What, and taking her their with what we’re finding out isn’t. They have to be out of their god damn minds, we should have done what I said, and let Hector pull the plug on that bitch, so we can pull the plug on him.”

“Orders are orders Marrow, get use to it, look at the bigger picture, we have a world to save.” The phone line disconnected, and Flirt cursed he was bitter about the situation. He was getting more irritated with hearing orders where orders every passing day, maybe Legion had a plan, but he just hoped the didn’t live to regret this decision, sure his plan was a little risky but it involved her dying 12-24 hours after walking her out of the HQ with he felt theirs was more dangerous. Plus now he had to figure out a new way to lure out Hector, but no matter what he had work to do.

Kalep Jackson, Jace Williams & Darius Floodhouse - FRIDAY - Atlanta, Georgia - Taste of Paradise

“So your saying you don’t want to work with me hitting licks and you have fucking mind control? Darius what kind of bullshit are you feeding my boy. Jesus Kalep with your powers I thought the roles would be reversed.” Jace chuckled as he took a hit his wax pen again inhaling the THC deep into his lungs.

“Aye man I ain’t telling him shit, just common sense, ya boy as you said went and got his job back.” Darius beamed proudly, happy that one he was about to get money, and two that Kalep could officially be his corporate lawyer again.

“Exactly bruh, but you ain’t gotta tell all the business Darius. Look I see you out their doing yo thing, but you need to be more low-key with your abilities. I know you see the news, people like me and you are loosing our jobs every fucking day, sooner or later especially cause that Rita bitch in Gwinnet, things are gonna get bad like X Men Bad.” Kalep said bringing up his fears that the stories of X Men and how mutants were persecuted would be a reality for Empowered individuals again.

“Man first you don’t wanan smoke, you don’t wanna trap, and now we got powers and you using your powers to get a job. Look I’m getting racks the fast way, you right they can crack down on this shit, but the strong motherfuckers like me, we ain’t getting touched. You see how much I done took, you don’t see APD putting out no warrant on Reparations, it’s cause the can’t do shit, some of us are too strong, Kalep if you stopped beinga pussy you could be one of them.” Jace boasted as he hit his wax pen again.

“Man you just don’t get it I’m going back to work, don’t listen to this shit Kalep, we finna get it the right way.” Darius got up not wanting to listening to Jace’s super powered rant and went back to running his bar while Kalep shook his head.

“Look man I’m happy for you, all the hoes, all the money, all that but just don’t call me if shit goes wrong as I’m telling you it will.”

“First off hoes, man I’m past hoes. I’m settling down, see you don’t wanna check up nobody so you don’t know that. And trust me me and my girl we good, for anything coming our way, but you can get yo lil job back with the white folks. I’m just letting you know when you ready to get paid forreal let me know, and we can fuck some shit up like old times.” Jace pockted his wax pen and felt no further need to argue with his friend. He left heading out to his latest vehicle he’d purchased through his dealership, a 2016 Camaro. Hopping in the car and starting it up he vroomed off while Kalep sat in his seat.

“Fucking idiot,.” Kalep shook his head, what Jace didn’t know was he wasn’t anti crime. He was anti stupidity, there was no way he was throwing on a mask and going with him to rob stores, and steal diamonds for public music video’s. True he had a shot at making some money as YRN Reparations, but as soon as law enforcement figured out a way to both track him down & stop him any aspirations for any financial endevours legal or illegal would be over with. “I won’t let you drag me down again.” Kalep shook his head, and grabbed a shot glass he had near him, and took it down.

Second one today, and it’s not even 12, ugh I hope Carter knows what he’s doing. If he can make this shit shake, we can really be rich. Me & Darius can really get some bread, finally I won’t gotta struggle anymore. Mama, Pops, Iyana, hell even Tasha we going be good. Unlike his “friend” Jace Kalep had a family, parents, a sister, a daughter he wasn’t against being grimey for cash but he was going about in a way that both paid more, paid big at once, and didn’t require him to rap about his crimes. “I need to get back to working.”

He got up and left a three five dollar bills next to the two shots and decided to make his exit. All he was doing was practicing his powers, he wanted to be ready when Alan called him, plus he knew he had another job besides The Heist and he knew that was coming up soon. Anything coming his way he was going to ace, especially if it was related to him finally being financially independent, more then that finally being rich. Nothing was going to stop him from giving the life to his daughter and parents he always wanted them to have friend or foe.

Bruce Martin - FRIDAY - Atlanta, Georgia - Police Station
The past two days since his confrontation with YRN Reparations had been less then stellar. He’d been injured but Katie had the worst of it being thrown into a Mcdonalds in her SUV. Luckily no one had died in the conforntation outside & outside of Mcdonalds. He was back at the station, and he’d became obsessed with figuring out who YRN Reparations was, and how to deal with the Empowered situation in Atlanta in general.

Just yesterday him and his wife had taken down an empowered who had the power to shoot acidic poision from his mouth, and hands. He’d killed his old employer at Wendys, and two of his co-workers before the tag team had stopped them. He’d been secured in a jail downtown but they’d had to keep him constantly sedated fearing his power could melt the bars.

“These powers out there are dangerous, something has to be done.” Bruce sighed he was still researching Reparations. He could have sworn his voice was familar, as if he was a former criminal he was arrested. To that end he’d been going through old case files, of people he’d taken down.

His wife Jady Martin walked in setting a coffee from starbucks at his desk. “Honey you really need to just focus. We stopped one of them yesterday, besides I hate that Katie bitch just like you, scratch that more then you, but she has a point. The Police commander Davis said their not issuing a warrant on him until the can figure out how to stop him.”

“So we jsut let him keep terorizing the community, there’s already kids in certain places saying they wanna be like YRN Reparations.” Bruce said irritated that his office was backing down from what he just considered a challenge.

“And what would you have them do? He’s bullet proof, knives dont work, even tasers weren’t that effective. We don’t exactly have missiles, I’m just saying I don’t want you to get killed.” Judy was pleading with her husband as she took a few sips of her own coffee, and bit into a krispy kreme donut.

“Look honey, what is it you always say. We do this work to make a better world for Cindy & Megan. If we’re not stopping a guy like Reparations how is that making it better. You know those guys who were killed, the coke dealers Ramon & his crew. I’m betting that was Reparations.”

“Dosen’t fit his MO. He’s reckless, and he’s no good samaritans, but it seems he’s trying to use all these robberies for his rap career. As crazy as it sounds, it’s really not. IS it any different from that piece of shit in New York Temashi59 or whoever.” She was referring to the artist Tekashi69, but she had no idea what his name was. Besides seeing him in news reports she didn’t follow hip hop music.

“Look things are gonna get alot worst before they get alot better. I’m scared of people like him, & that monster girl Rita putting the city in danger. All these Empowered people there not monsters, but if we let people like them run around, and cops don’t do anything that’s what people are gonna think they are.”

Judy rolled his eyes, although she wasn’t in support of a public execution for the Empowered, she wasn’t a fan of them either. “Look honey, these people are dangerous, the way I see it eventually it’s gonna come to us or them, maybe not that serious but let’s focus on the one’s we can stop, and still remember there’s plenty criminals out there who can’t fly & shoot lasers out their eyes. I just want you to be realistic, the idealism is sexy tho.”

“Everything about me is sexy that’s why were together. “Bruce leaned forward to kiss Judy, who embraced him rolled her eyes and walked off. Bruce went back to his paper work before finally wanting to give it a break. It was about time for him to go on patrol, he grabbed his files, and headed out the station to his patrol car when he voice he didn’t want to hear.

“Oh I hear you’ve been putting in over time since the super monkey tossed you into a car. All I keep hearing Bruce this, Bruce that, Bruce wont give up on the super rapper.”

Katie “Look whatever your gonan say, you got your ass handed to you to. Honestly that’s the only thing he did that I liked, I was almost a fan, if he had just thrown you I might have checked out the song.” Bruce retorted although he wasn’t serious, he was just tired of his racist partner.

“Alright well then maybe I’ll report that to corruption. Is that a statement of support for a known criminal freak, a super powered freak, I mean what did you expect. THere all bad, and they all need to die. But black people with powers, there’s a reason we don’t have black superheroes, because black people STEAL, kill, and everything else, powers just make it worst. If you ask me we need to kill all the black people who show a hint of power, I don’t care if their power is being able to shoot three pointers or run faster then any cop ever born when they rob another convinence store. Then the mexicans, and every other piece of shit that dosen’t belong in America, then we deal with the white ones, maybe we can even spare a few for the circus. .” Katie was laughing, Bruce saw her left arm was in a cast and he shook his head.

“Look just leave the hell alone, I don’t like how you talk about PEOPLE, yes people. Powers, black, white, everyone has decent people in their group, now I’ve got to go on patrol.”

“Oh didn’t you hear, I’m your partner again. I wasn’t joking when word was spreading about you being obsessed with Reparations. Let it the fuck go, cause I’m mad about this to let’s go.”

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, fine just shut up don’t say anything. And I swear if I see you plant anything, I’ll report you myself, forget the buddy code.” Bruce groaned as he headed to the patrol car with Katie following. “And I’m driving.”

“No shit sherlock, I don’t get out this thing tomorrow, but ieven if I’m only half as capable of you I’m better then two of you Bruce, and I’m not sympathic to all these thugs we need to be putting in jail. “ Katie giggled never one to back down from her hateful beliefs.

As Bruce was starting the vehicle and pulling out the station parking lot his phone began buzzing. Pulling to a halt he took out his phone to see Judy texting him. Bruce I don’t feel well, I don’t know what’s going on come back. “Hold on Katie I’m about to park, my wife said she dosen’t fell well.”

“Bruce oh my fuck, your at work! Do you have time to check on here, probably going to try to get a quickie in before work, well if it helps you focus I’m all for it, hell if you need round 2 let me know when you get back, I’ll do you one even better.” KAtie stuck out her tongue licking her lips.

“Look Katie that time is done, long time ago. If you bring it up again, you own’t have to worry about my “Sentinemnts” I’ll make sure to report you for harassment. Now let me go check on my fucking wife. “

Bruce pulled up and parked the vehicle. Right as he was about to get a horrific scene unfoloded. Suddenly as he was stepping out the car door, the police station he’d just walked too went off in flames.

BOOM!

The Explosion was powerful knocking Bruce back as well as pushing the parked Katie was in into another APD Suv parked a little farther up. “NO!!!!! JUDY!!!” Bruce screamed out one minute everything was okay, the next a bomb had went off and the entire police station was in chaos. Sirens were blaring, getting closer from all directions, as rubble rained down in the nearby area, civilians walking nearby the station had took off running or driving whatever their immediate method of transportation was while Bruce lay on the asphalt of the street his face white, his hands weak, feeling as if he was in an alternate dimension, a twighlight zone. No this can’t be happening, how, no JUDY!!! Fuck nooo!!!!

“MARTIN!!! What the fuck was that.” Katie had leapt out the car falling to her knees, tripping over herself getting out the car looking like she was about to duck for cover, but there were no enemy air-craft in the sky, or even approaching, whatever happened had been internal.

Tears began to stream down Bruce’s eyes as all he could think about was his wife who he’d left in her office in the middle of the police station as fire department trucks, ambulance, and more APD officers began pulling up to the hectic scene of the police station that had just been bombed. This was not a good day, it was everything bad, this was one if not the worst days of his life, this was the start to a Bad Friday.

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Ally had just made it to Atlanta and checked into the university housing. She had an exciting day planned of sitting in line at the DMV and opening a checking account. Then with any luck hitting the Atlanta club scene to maybe find this rapper that was disrupting things in a major way.

Her forged documents were good, her identity was good. A plan in the Department of Health and Human Services had placed her birth certificate into the system. She died from a heart condition shortly afterwards. Ally’s cover story was that she was born in a village in a very remote part of Alaska that was settled by Russian immigrants. She had been home schooled and had gotten in trouble for under age drinking when she was twelve and sixteen. There was a picture of her as a child with a bear she had shot. Her people had even constructed a Facebook and pinterest identities for her. She had hated making the duck face poses, but the sexy clothes and beach pictures were all right.

It was suggested that she get a touring bike as she was going to adventure ride across the US and Canada. She bought a black crotch rocket with motorcycle luggage that strapped on the back and a black leather book bag. What twenty-something would take a slower heavy bike over a lighter faster one. Her black leathers were reinforces with Kevlar and her helmet had technology stolen from Japan. Nice heads up display, Bluetooth speakers. In her bag was the rest of the tech for the bike. A good camera that would allow her to see heat signatures at night, don’t want to hit a deer and cameras to allow her to see behind her in the blind spots.

A second bag contained her laptop, her side arm and ammo, two tasers, and some tools of her trade. She repacked them when she got out of town.

Her mission was to disrupt the political scene. She was mostly on her own. She knew she was not the only agent in the U.S.A. There were two in Las Angeles, one in Chicago, two in New York, and she got Atlanta. Mainly because her father was there, she did not know the man.

On the morning news, it appeared that her job was going to be easy. The bombing of a police station, attacks on a church and monastery in Savannah, a woman that changed size and crushed cars, and a couple attacks on people that were believed to be “enhanced.” To make matters more interesting, hospitals refusing to treat people they believed to be “enhanced.”

She pulled on a thin white blouse to wear under her leather jacket with a leather skirt. She tucked a taser in her coat pocket and she was ready to go.

Governor Ivy

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Ivy had been down to Savanna while the flames were still burning in the church. She got her camera appearance and told people to call and put pressure on the legislators to pass the registration bill. On her way back she was informed of some hospitals not treating people believed and schools districts taking actions on their own against students that were rumored to be Enhanced.

Ivy informed her Attorney General to put pressure on those where not following the rule of law and give people due process. Schools, hospitals, any that were not following the law would be dealt with by the courts. She asked her Chief of Staff to look into finding a hospital that would treat the enhanced; she suggested that the state take control of Southwest Atlanta Hospital which has been closed for over ten years. It was a small hospital of around 200 beds. But it had an emergency room, operating rooms and could be secured. She had reported on it when it was closed. It was in a rough African American neighborhood. The crazy thought of maybe that rapper could help get people to help protect the hospital, she thought for a moment and realized it would be political suicide.

When word came to her that the legislature could not get the votes needed and the police station blew up. Ivy did some public and private things. The first was to declare a state of emergency and establish a rapid response force of officer and National Guard forces to deal with the enhanced individuals. She also authorized the purchase of non-lethal equipment that would immobilize enhanced people that were acting criminally. The military had sonic weapons, gel rounds, gas grenades, foam hardening shells, pepper spray, and other things that could used to take down the strongest and toughest criminals they were facing. If needed, tradition lethal force could be used as a last resort in order to protect lives. She wanted the enhanced alive so they could figure out what happened to make them this way.

Publicly she announced the creation of a rapid response force that was not going to be under the command of the State Police. It was going to be under the National Guard and establishing a civilian task force to study the best ways to deal with the different powers as they encountered them. Doctors, law enforcement, scientists, engineers, and of course a couple lawyers were to make up the team. John Brown was going to be given a lead role, as her Chief of Staff was going to be busy with other matters. She was also activating elements of the guard to serve in this role. Others would be mobilized to help with the recovery efforts in Atlanta and Savannah (meaning they were not going to be policing). They would be called on to help keep the mobs from rioting.

Ivy started to spin the people against the Bomber. She read the names of the officers, staff, the inmates, and the children that were killed or injured in the building. She showed pictures of the families that were hurt by the action. She also made a point that who ever did this killed and hurt many poorer African-American families in that neighborhood as family members would never becoming home. Children would have one less parent or two. She let people know that if they found children that were in need to contact their church, the American Red Cross, Catholic Charities, or the Salvation Army. She knew that telling them to call social services was not going to go over well.

When Thomas made it back to his apartment, he found a hand written note from the Bishop. It basically told him that he had till Sunday to find a new place to stay. A committee of the largest donors from across the state was threatening to with hold their money from the church if anyone who had disappeared and came back were found to be working in the church. They deemed that it was not Biblical or natural for a person to have powers like what was being seen. The Bishop had tried to negotiate on the basis of human dignity and they countered with the power of the purse. With the attack on the monastery, the police station, the amount of people being robbed or hurt the argument of dignity fell flat.

His superior knocked on the door with street clothes in his size, there are very few secrets in a religious order. Thomas handed over his cassock. His worldly possessions fit into one duffle bag. They held a service of sending where the brothers prayed for him. He was given money to find a place to stay and for food for a couple weeks. His superior gave him a wonderful letter of recommendation. There were hugs and a promise that when things settled down, he would be welcomed back. Then he was shown the curb.

A couple phone calls, and he was going to be allowed to stay at the junk yard. There was an old shop near the crusher that had lights, heat, and a shower. He could warm things up on the hot plate in the guard’s shack. A ride service driver picked him up, drove him to Walmart.

As he was coming out the alarm went off. He had bought a new phone, sheets, blankets, pillow, and a cot. An African American woman said to her husband, “You can’t trust a white man. They shoplift.” Her husband was an off duty police detective who waved to a patrol car who hit its lights and Thomas was detained. He gave the officer money to pay the driver while he sat in the security office waiting for everyone to show up so they could see the security footage to determine if he had shoplifted or not. An hour later, the officers drove him to the junk yard and let him and his stuff out of the back of the car.

After another phone call, the building was unlocked for him. It was a mess, dusty and full of this and that. An old front loader was stored in there, its engine was in pieces. Thomas figured he could fix it to get out of there. Upstairs was a little office which would become Thomas’ apartment. It had a little porch that looked out at the front gate. Off the back was a half-star hotel where well, he did not want to think about what happened there. A couple bullet holes in the rear wall gave him and indication it wasn’t good though.

After being shown baby pictures and congratulating the guard. Thomas did his best Mickey Mouse, impression making an old broom and clothes start to move. He put fan in the window, the barring had frozen and Thomas put his powers to work as he turned the blade breaking the rust. With a little effort the fan turned freely. When he got it in the window, he put his attention to making it spin. At first he blew air into the building. Then he reversed it making the seals on the door whistle as he blew dust and dirt out the window. For his effort, he got to clean up the office. He organized the papers as best he could then filed them. They hadn’t been looked at for years, since the new office was in use. He would see if they could be moved over there.

Sheets were placed on the windows. As he laid on the cot, he thought about the marionettes that he saw made on the Youtube videos. He thought about each part that needed to be made. The body parts he imagined being made in glass. The first few were hard to make. As the day went along they became easier and he could form them with one thought. He found he could make them move easier than creating them. When a bullet bounced off the back of the building, he decided that he should put some armor back there to deflect the bullets. He spent the two days getting settled into the place, working the guard shack, watching how it is made type videos and cleaning.

When the owner came to check on him, he hit him up for paint for the walls. He also was shown a backroom that had a safe that weighed enough that it couldn’t be moved without the forklift. It was the owner’s fathers and the combination was lost with his dad. Thomas asked if he could try to open it for him. He would work on that.

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Bubba was enjoying the Brazilian life. Warm beaches, beautiful woman, cheap drinks, and good food. Things started to change when he got the phone call. The Feds had raided their offices and there was a warrant for their arrest. It appears since the wells were not producing, some Joe IQ in blue figured they had stolen the oil from someplace and someone else. He had two brief cases of money, so he had his father could live well for a while.

The young woman rolled over and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
She said, "What's the matter?"
Bubba smiled, knowing she had heard the whole thing. "Someone thinks I am a criminal, but I didn't do anything illegal," he said.

As he tried to change the subject to something more about her, she threw a leg over him and trapped him in the bed till he gave her an honest answer. So he showed her by making a glass of water appear and then disappear, then with beer, and then with oil.

She asked if he could do that with any liquid, he explained any that he understood. She bounced on him with excitement speaking in Portuguese nearly knocking the breath out of him. She started talking about drug shortages and how he hospital needed... For multiple reasons the bouncing made him loose his train of thought.

Later in the day, he found himself in hospital scrubs in the lab looking through a microscope at different liquids. With some effort he was able to produce them. The hardest was blood, it took him twenty tries. But her excitement kept him trying as he worked at it.

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Bella was ready to place her phone in her pocket, but noticed a she had received a text message during her conversation with Hector. An FBI agent is waiting at my office? Probably about the gast station incident, or maybe I'm expected just have more problems come up as others get rectified. Bella thought as made her exit.

Moments later, Bella was exiting the elevator to the 12th floor of Nova Consolidated dressed in a white blouse tucked into charcoal slacks in black heels that announced her arrival with their soft clacking.

As Bella walked into the building, some of her employee's had a speaker on and were listening to music on a laptop connected to a speaker. “You Sure Bella ain’t going get mad at us Randy” One of the female employee’s asked.

“Man Melissa she ain’t ever here, Rachel the damn manager and she aint tripping, it’s early in the day turn that shit up. Bruh you gotta hear this shit, some fool named YRN Reparations, apparently this fool got powers, and he’s robbing white folks, rich folks, and giving out money to people who broke, shit I’m commenting on his IG, Twitter, youtube, n facebook if he got one fuck you mean I’m BROKE with a BROOOO...KE” He turned on YRN Repation’s Everyday music video on youtube, and the other two female Nova employee’s started bumping it.

Dont give a fuck a what a hater going say, giving out reparations everyday
Dont give a fuck what a hater going say, giving out reparations everyday

Stay with that strap on my hip, I shoot the feds in they face
Ain’t a bullet that can touch me, mafuck the cops to they face
Gelato bags straight from the bay, White pure like its from 88
Wake up and burn down pound a pound, rob a white man everday
400 years them white folks still ain’t paid, might jugg the white house Today
Put a white boy in they place, Shoot a a N if they hate
Fresh Prince Flow Hancock Mode, flipping they car like a 8th
BOA, Wells, Region, Today Imma rob me a Chase

“Oooooh this N reckless as hell, and look at that body, and he generous with the cash! Oooh yeah let me run into him, this pussy going have him giving up all them reparations” Melissa boasted, while the other female employee rolled her eyes.
“Guurl you tripping, first of all he giving out money FA free to the poor, im walking up looking like a VAGABOND straight homeless but look I’m going back to work, you know there’s feds here to talk to the boss lady, so yall go head and bump Reparations, I need my pay check.” Rachel said as she stepped out the break room YRN Reparations blasting, the video visible as Bella entered the premises just as she got to the desk.

“Hey Miss Nova!!, The Feds are over sitting in the lounge area in-front of your office. You want me tot ell Randy & Melissa to turn down the music there on break, you know they listening to that new guy YRN Reparations, some new rapper with super powers who’s robbing white people & all their business’s in Atlanta, I hope he don’t come here.” She sighed being a manager here was a good job, and the last thing she needed was super powered hoodlum causing additional problems to their business especially after the PR nightmare that was Rita Hernandez’s giant rampage at the rest stop area,

"What?" Was what came from the perplexed woman's face. She didn't pay the YRN Reparations bit any mind because of how outlandish the news sounded. She was getting ready to just walk by Rachel, but stopped as the music playing registered... "Tell them to turn that shit down! If he's a criminal, why the fuck are you letting them play that shit with feds here. You're smarter than that, Rachel." Bella scolded before walking off. And that's my number two?

Bella made her way over to her lounge area and greeted the FBI Agents with a bright smile. It took all of her power.

"Good morning! What brings you to my office today. Come on in." Bella unlocked her office and cut on the lights before sitting on the edge of her desk. She appeared to be the happiest woman alive.

“I...I’m sorry ma’am I’ll stop them now it was a lapse in judgement, I was more so interested and rather worried about the content of the music video & whether it posed a threat to Nova Consolidated that we should anticipate.” Rachel was furious with herself even though it was early in the morning and there was little activity on the 12th floor she immediately went to reprimand Randy & Melissa as well as get the music off.

The FBI agent looked at Bella and appeared very skeptical of her happy demeanor. He got up and walked inside the office. “Good Morning Bella Nova, we need to speak immediately..” The Agent was dressed in an all black suit and showed her his badge as verification that he was a real federal agent. “You can call me Agent Parkers.I’m here to talk about your former employee as you claim Rita Hernandez. I’ll get to the point, we’ve uncovered her real identity Rita Salzaras, sister to prolific and known leader of the Salzaras Drug Cartel in Mexico, Cartel members reportedly seen at the rest stop where Rita initially assumed her giant height. Can you tell me Miss Nova? The Sister of a cartel member had a position working in transportation for your trucking company, powers & murder aside...it’s in your best interest to co-operate if you & your company wish to emerge from this unscathed.”

Bella's smile faded as the FBI agent started to recount the information on Rita Salzaras. The agent seemed like he was going through the motions, and would entertain this. The feds were like Jehovah 's Witnesses to her. Minor annoyances to her every day life.

"I figure it was about that. Coffee? Bella asked as she got up from her desk and walked across her office to a chrome espresso machine. Her back was to him as she spoke. "Rita was an employee that was apart of my company's shipping department. I didn't know her personally..." Bella was now watching two shots of espresso fill her small coffee mug. "...but I feel somewhat responsible."

“I understand what your saying Miss Nova, here’s the thing I don’t want any bullshit okay. We’re here as what I like to call a courtesy call. You spoke with Hector Salzaras no less then an hour ago, a conversation packed with incriminating evidence. But here’s the thing I actually believe what you said to Hector, your not a criminal your just greedy, and stupid. Years ago your father gave me a job, so I’m returning the favor.” Agent Parker glared at Bella as she filled her mug.

“Testify against Hector Salzaras on a recorded statement, and show up in court as a witness to his crimes, in return we’ll offer you full immunity as well as prevent your personal or business assets from being seized. Failure to coperate and the next time we come here it’ll be to put you in an orange jumpsuit. “ He reached in his pocket and pulled out the immunity paper-work placing it on her desk. “The choice is yours, let me know what you decide.”

Bella didn't turn around during the time Agent Parker rolled out the facts and evidence from her and Hector's phone call. Bella turned around with her coffee cup in hand and took a sip from the mug.

"I think you should leave Mr. Parker." Bella stepped to the agent and smiled. "Make sure the orange jumpsuit fits a size 3."

"Size three you say? I'll personally undress you when you get to prison, however." The Agent smiled and suddenly his appearance changed to that of Rita Salzaras, then to Adora. "You won't be going to prison, your phones aren't tapped, you honestly believed Hector Salzaras would call you on any compromised line or did you simply think the mistake was yours." Adora giggled wondering what Bella's reaction would be. "My name is Adora, but I'm sure you already know that considering you sent your goons after me."

Bella stepped back quickly, startled by Agent Parker changing forms. First to Rita, and then to Adora whom she mildly recognized. Her shock shifted into a irritable frown as she turned away from the woman and walked over to her desk to grab a silver flask from the bottom drawer. Bella stared at Adora with tired look as she unscrewwed the small cap and took a quick swig of the flask's contents. The bite of the whiskey caused her to wince. It was far too early for this, but it was needed. "Adora.. Two things. One, Hector seems to have lost his sharpness. You standing here is proof of it... Two, I never sent anyone after you. At least not yet. I saw you just as Hector's problem, but you fucked up. Thanks for the 20, but you damaged the face of my company. So tell me why I shouldn't kill you, get the bounty, and move on to better business with more money in my pockets?" Bella was seriously tired of this super-powered Cartel nonsense. She took another swig, the bite wasn't as harsh to her this time.

Adora smiled at Bella, she liked her she wasted no time, and she was resilient that was a fact she'd seen herself. "That's some good drink, you don't mind sharing do you Bella?" Her tone was layered in sarcasm but legitimate desire to indulge with the heiress to Nova Consolidated. "Oh because he says he killed me? Simple he sent someone to kill me, instead they were captured by an international organization hell bent on capturing, killing & controlling us. I had the honor of liberating her from life as a test subject or worst, acquired her loyalty as Hector left her to die.

Adora laughed once more and leaned back in her chair studying Bella. "I am the better business Bella. The Salzaras family is loyal to their pockets, he told me to kill his sister rather then pay up for her life. I seek the Salzaras Cartel under my control, with it I'll need a business partner, so instead of just Atlanta, imagine we control the drug market in all of Mexico, and an iron fist over the trade in the United States, enforced by "Rita's" immense powers, crossing her is death of the most painful kind. With my talents there's many more companies I can bring under my control, my end goal however is much more then control of drugs in any country I want to run everything in every country, imagine that Bella together we can be more then rich, we can be wealthy, wealthy & powerful, we can be gods." She smiled. "So what do you want hmm? To oppose a God or to become one as well?

Bella listened to Adora with stoic look on her face. It wasn't because she wasn't interested or bored, but Bella had heard this song so many times before. New business looking for an opportunity, rivals looking to make deals, and men looking to get her in bed. She was right about Hector, but that was the devil she knew. Adora was a stranger, but she possessed power that at least rivaled hers. Bella felt she could take Adora. She could do it so fast right now.

"There is nothing wrong with being loyal to your pockets. That's just business. You let people get in the way of that, and you'll never grow and you'll always be held back. Remember that Adora. And I don't need you to grant me some kind of god status. As far as I'm concerned, I'm already there. Now seeing as I haven't killed you, you should assume I'm listening to your proposal."

Adora smiled this Bella woman was impressive, and she had no past issues with her. Although she'd have to watch her back, and make sure she didn't outlive her usefulness. Now she realized why Hector had warned her about Legion it all made sense. "Your right Bella, business is business, and we have business to tend to. I appreciate the advise partner." She smirked at the last thing she said. "Alright first things first eliminate Hector, and I use Rita's form to assume control of the Salzaras Cartel, then force the other cartels in Mexico to retire..with interest." She leaned back in her chair to stretch then sat back up and held her hand. "Deal?"

Bella smiled from ear to ear before chugging the contents of the flask down.

"Deal." Bella said this from where she stood and stared at the hand outstretched before her. And invisible force grasped Adora's hand and shook it firmly. "You're used to dealing with dumb people, Adora. I'm a girl who was running my u empire before I could legally drink. I like your cleverness... We'll make a fine team."

Adora's eyes widened as her hand was gripped by an unseen force. So that's her power quite resourceful, she can hold her own. Hector isn't even aware yet he moves cautiously. "Your right but I prefer a challenge, but what's better then a challenge, two people who can overcome any challenge together...there's really no limits." She moved her fingers around as if to examine if her hand was still okay. "However, the hand shake wasn't just for simple pleasantries or to seal the deal, I want your appearance, so I can take care of Hector myself if I'm dead and I'm you he'll never see me coming." Adora's eyes were practically glowing her lust for revenge on Hector showing after what he did to catch him off guard would be bring the utmost satisfaction

"My appearance. Do you know how much you are asking for? I'm not just runof the mill Atlanta bitch. I'm the heiress of two empires, Bella Nova. You might as well take my social and my mother's maiden name. You can't have me believe that there isn't a plan that doesn't require you using my body. With your different abilities, you're coming across as a bit useless." Bella set the flask down and crossed her arms over her chest. "I can do it myself. You can come with. It'll be our initiation into our partnership as femme fatales."

"Hmm I suppose I understand what your saying Bella." Adora retracted her hand and went to put it on her lap understanding of what Bella was saying. "Useless you say? Never that, my hatred of Hector Salzaras is immense. Careful about the social I am a talented scammer, you know I’m good at stealing alot of things it’s a talent of mine really.” Adora smiled as she stood up as if ready to embark on the mission. “I suppose your right lead the way Bella, initiation.”

Bella felt a sharp immobilizing pain erupt through her entire body, feeling her hopes, dreams, memories, power everything she was composed of being removed from her an invisible clone of Adora that was floating behind her became visible as the clone utilized Adora’s primary power on her. “You really shouldn’t have shown me that talent of yours, I’m always hungry.” Adora’s appearance shifted into that of Bella’s, and she felt a familar invisible force gripping her after the Adora clone stepped back. While Adora giggled, making Bella as small as a Juul charger.. “How does it feel to be mortal again Miss Nova?”

Bella looked up at her giant-sized image with a rare look in her eyes. Fear. Adora was not someone Bella was ready for. The big fish had met a shark. Bella reached her hand out towards Adora wearing her face. Nothing. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! She can't do this to me... She can't fucking win. Not against me. I'm Bella fucking NOVA! Bella tried again, but nothing.

"You fucking bitch! You sneaky ass bitch!" It was all the angered woman could let out. She just stared herself in the eye silently. If looks could kill.

Adora shook her head. "Tsk Tsk Tsk, we both have lessons we can learn from each other now don't we?" Adora leaned forward looking closer at Bella as she held her hands out in an attempt to use her power. Taking a few steps back and sitting in the chair she inhaled. "Smells like fear Miss Nova, you know what I could do to you at this size? with no powers hmm? I told you I'm a thief really now I can steal anything, it's like these powers were given to us based on our deepest desires." She used her power to lift Bella up and bring her over to the palm of her hand.

"If I closed my fist i'd be all over, I'm you outside, inside, power wise, buuuuut were partners Bella. Together no one can stop us evurrrr." She stood up and walked over to where Bella had sat gently placing her down and picking up the flash to take a shot. "Ah...I needed that, see sharing's not bad." Reaching in her pocket she took out a miniature 16 wheeler truck and placed it near Bella opening the back showing the missing 200 pounds of coke. "Anything we need to stash, people we need to get rid of, enhance torture let me know like the Genie in Aladdin said you've never...had a friend like me."

Bella didn't even speak. She looked at the coke filled truck then looked away. Bella was in a vulnerable state. Something she had not experienced before. Her blank face peered up at Adora. Is this her idea of a power move? Why the fuck does she even need me. She is me. Bella turned to the picture of her father on the table. She felt so defeated in this moment. Like a failure.

"Why so quiet Bella?" She held a small smirk on her face as she took one more vehicle out of her pocket, a car with three miniaturized people in the back seat trying to get out but it appeared the child lock was on. "Do you know who these people are Bella? They work for Legion, they hunt people with powers? On TV you saw how I deal with a nuisance, but this is how I deal with my enemies." Adora ripped the door of the car open, and poured the screaming agents in her hand turning to face Bella so she had full view. Using Bella's power she pulled one of them near her, biting his legs then the rest of his body chewing loudly then spitting his mangled flesh into the SUV.

"Yuck tasted like traitor, you don't mind If I take another shot. Anyway and this is what happens to those who betray me" With a motion pulling the flask open, she popped the agents in, and used the rest of the alcohol in the flash to down them in a shot. "Excruciating prolonged painful death, Adora 101 Nuisance quick kill, Enemy horrible death, traitor..excruciating cruel & imaginable torture till death." She grabbed the flask with her hand and walked over to the table setting it down then with a wink she raised Bella back to normal size. "Enough chit chat tho you don't have to worry about aaany of those things happening, cause were business partners, allies riiight? So let's go kill Hector" She asked in a cheerful innocent voice as she closed her fist crushing the small SUV.

Bella's eyes met Adora's which were basically her own. She wasn't sure how to handle Adora. The woman was acting like she didn't chew some dudes legs up. "Do you even need me? You're me and you can be you too..." Bella smirked at the irony. "You made me useless after I called you...." Bella chuckled lightly. "What the fuck is eve wrong with you?" Bella smiled, not due to happiness, but disbelief. Perhaps that flask contained more than just whiskey.

Adora couldn't help but laugh a little bit at the situation. "What's wrong with me? Evil, They say I'm craaazy." She sung the last part in the song, as she shifted back into Rita's appearance. "I actually like this form, it saves me from needing to tan, and the fear oh the fear it's delicious."

"But of course..... I need you, strength in numbers, don't under estimate yourself Bella. If I felt I didn't need you I wouldn't bring you back up to size. So I've got Hector's 200 pounds of coke, At a discount price wholesale that's 30,000 a pop, of course you can charge more. Tell me where to drop this coke off full size, I've got a date with Salzaras to attend. Oh and your powers I can return them, sell the coke, I'll settle for 3 million cash preferably. Let me know when it's done so we can get to work." Adora begrudgingly turned back to the agent, feeling the buzz from the shots, and headed towards the door to leave. "Oh and this Jace problem, I don't want it to be a problem, get it taken care of we need the drugs moved, only exception is if you think his power is worth my time, and be honest I'm watching." She spun around putting her fingers towards her eyes then pointed at her and turned back around to truly leave. The clone walked over to Adora and she absorbed it back into her body

FLASHBACK Thursday

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John was sitting in the sun room of his house. The back yard was fenced to keep the children in and the world out. With everything going on, the long hours at work. His wife and children headed for her patents. Things there were quiet at this point. He read the news on his tablet and made notes. He had searches on everyone that he deemed important, political or otherwise that feed into his news feed. The same was true for events happening in the state and nation. Ivy made a smart move when she was on television having the people push the fight to the legislature. There were lots of phone calls that were coming in. People did not understand that their call really resulted in a tick on a piece of paper taken by some intern. That would be passed to the chief of staff then to the legislator. Enough phone calls and emails people take notice..

If some ones child is in sports, John tags it to them and watches. Birth dates, baptisms, marriages, divorces anything that pops up and any of the major internet sources gets fed into his new feed and database.

It was time for a major move to be made, and John was the key piece to getting everything in motion. Although not one for the spotlight, he was the man behind the curtain in Georgia. The one pulling all the strings, and getting things done, the true raw force of power behind Governor Ivy. A 2018 Black Audi was seen pulling up outside of John's residence, and pulling into the drive way. The Man's name was Grant Michaels, an educated man with his hand in numerous business ventures across the United States, a former well used Corporate Lawyer, and a loaded political investor. He'd managed to placate a meeting with John at his private residence, not wanting any third parties to know of their meeting. Upon getting out of his car he checked his phone scrolling through his messages & a few apps before strolling over to the door and knocking. A smile spread across his face as he was looking forward to this meeting. He'd told John he was offering a great deal of money to him, and whichever candidate he stood behind in exchange for assistance with his own private goals being reached.

John came the door and showed the Grant in and back to the sun room, where he had fresh orange juice, coffee and sweet rolls. The sun was shining in making it a pleasant space. Grant’s reputation as a donor and an activist and was ,known by John. This was one of the good things about the donor registry laws. He knew the big donors who were for and against him.

Open on the table was the police reports and A.T.F. reports in regards to the police station Bombing.

Grant followed the political influence into the residence as he was escorted to the sun room. Truly John was an expert at what he did, seeing the set up he had. He decided to pour himself a glass of the orange juice and take a few sips. "Hmm you were reading about that tragic station bombing that happened downtown a few hours ago? Quite the awful scene. I'll cut right to the chase John, I'm willing to offer you and by extension the Governor my full support in return for your help? The Empowered individuals must be stopped, not only do they have a potential for violence, they can change the very fabric of how the world works. Imagine if one of them had a power that let them control the oil industry, or if one could literally use their power to grant free Wifi, or even create construction materials from nothing? Potentially billions of dollars of revenue loss from my business & several others, as well as lives. What's your stance on this John?" Grant inquired wanting to know where John stood on this as he took another sip of his orange juice

John nodded, then closed the file saying, “The problem as I see it is that they are creating Anarchy. In a land where all people are suppose to be equal, they are changing the balance of power. They are not equal.“ John was aware that some people were more equal than others. The thought of someone being able to do what he had spent years learning and the money out of his own pocket to pay for investigators by manipulation bothered him.

Grant listened with intent as John spoke. "Yes, some would even say their superior to us "mere mortals", I beg to differ. It takes more then raw power to just be in charge, you need all forms of it. Political, Financial, Social, Religious..."Grant emphasized the last word he stated looking down then staring at John. "However in order to effectively fight one form of power..you must have at your side John. I'm here not only to offer you financial support but power. You see John, I have a confession to make. I am not Grant Michaels, I apologize for the ruse, I'm merely an empowered who's altered my appearance to look like him ." Grant looked at John full of curiosity a smile etched on his face wondering how John would react to what he said, or if he would even take him serious.

After watching the video of the woman changing size, the thought of someone looking like someone else did not seem to impossible. Power was something he always wanted. He wad bribed,, befriended, stolen, seduced, and threatened people over his time. In a way it seemed like the Games of Thrones.

“As Ivy’s friend of many years,” he meant mentor, “ and as a lawyer I would need to advise you that she would frown on any illegal or immoral activity,” he said in a very polished way. He gave the I need to cover my and Ivy’s asses. “But, as a friend. I can ask you advice on how to deal with problems.” He said then nodded to Grant. It was fairly common practice. John pulled out his tablet and the printer in the office started to print. John excused himself for a moment,got the print outs and brought them to him in an envelope. It was all the details he had on the opposition. Where people liked to eat. Who was cheating on who. There were photos even. Along with it was a set of master keys to the capital, though not the executive offices. "This may be helpful as you do research for me," he said as he passed over the file.

"Grant" smiled having an idea what John was up to, but feeling confident enough that it wouldn't come back to him in a negative way. Most surprisingly, was how John did did not seem to react to the statement just issued. "Ah I understand entirely what your saying John, but still I wonder if you understand the gravity of this situation." "Grant" leaned back in the chair and his appearance shifted into that of Adora. "This is who I really am sir, you can call me Raven or Rae."" Reaching over she grabbed a sweet roll and took a few bites chewing slowly and letting out a somewhat audible moan. "So satisfying..John I truly appreciate your level of professionalism and this? " She reached out to accept the envelop opening it to take a peak. "I'm here to help you so anything you believe is within my "capabilities" I'm open for suggestions, honestly John I might be open to almost anyyything you want to give me, so just let me know." She uttered the last part of her statement slowly with emphasis on anything.


John smiled, it had been a long time since a woman gave him a proposition like that. “Well, Ms. Rae,” he stumbled a little on his words. He felt the tug of the spider web and he wasn’t sure if he was the spider or the fly. He pulled out a card and wrote down a private phone number and email address. “Maybe when we get Ivy into the White House,” He said, “we could fix the worlds problems and have some fun too.”
“Let me know if there is anything you need,” John said with a nasty smile.

Adora giggled pleased to see John's reaction as well as his stumbling on the words. She leaned in close and with a little teleknetic 'nudge' brought John and his chair a little closer to her placing a kiss on his cheeks then leaning back. "You just let me know handsome, and the world is ours for the taking. I'm just focused on making sure the 'others' like me don't have a chance to burn it all down before then." With a slight bob of her head to hone her powers on the card it flew from John's hands over to her hand and she placed it in her pocket. "Make America safe again, then I can make your bed shake again? I love the sound of that, oh you'll be needing this won't you?" Not wanting to leave John without some method of contacting her she gave him a Grant Michaels business card on the back was the name Miss Raven, and a number her secured burner phone

John puts the card in his wallet. Just then his phone rang, his boss had a project for him. Ivy was working at getting funding for the project.

Bella's Office, Nova Consolidated, Downtown Atlanta

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"Drop it off at this warehouse. My people will pick it up." Bella handed Adora a slip of paper with an address scrawled on it.

That was five minutes ago. Bella couldn't believe what had just happened. Her powers were gone and Adora… The woman had single handedly flipped everything on its head. She needed to contact Anthony, but she wouldn't be able to make any big moves with Hector alive. He'd know something fucked up was awry if she somehow obtained the amount of coke he lost. Bella hoped Adora would act soon.

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Michael was walking out of the park when his phone buzzed. With a quick motion, he looked at his brother's reply to his previous text message. He could see the man's authority in the text.

No capture. No kill. Just watch and play a little, huh? I don't get why I gotta treat this fool like a cheap stripper.

Michael wondered how he would even find the guy, but this is what he was paid to do.

Two days later… Friday

Michael appeared in the studio of 107.9, a glock pointed at the dj and an ironman mask on his face. Before anyone could react, he spoke.

"Hey! Don't even think about it. Just need you all to do me an easy favor. Don't play YRN Reparations." Michael's eyes darted from person to person in the room until one spoke up

"Do you know what that-" The man was cut off.

"Do you know what I will do to you… and I'm right here. And even if I leave, you.saw how fast I just popped up in here. I'm like Nightcrawler. Yeah, so I'll be listening in. Call the number on this burner and I'll be here to take him away. Now let the people know you ain't playing that weak shit." Michael smirked as he tossed the phone and teleported away.

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Hector was sitting down ready to eat, one of the nicest restaraunts in Buckhead. He looked down at his watch again still awaiting Bella to show up. Hmm it’s not like here to be late, perhaps she was lying about how angry she really is. Taking out his phone he sent a few more texts out, when he heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Bella.

“Ah you made it I was beginning to think I was getting stood up, and I’ve already food? Take a seat Miss Nova, would you like anything to drink?” Hector inquired more at ease at her arrival, it seemed everything was once again on track to getting back to business.

“Oh Hector, how kind of you.” The heiress of the Nova Consolidated was quickly seated, and before long the two crime leaders were having a polite exchange over fine wine, and steak. Hector had went ahead and selected a private area to be reserved for them, and while it wasn’t known to other occupants Pedro was outside with the rest of his elite security team to ensure nothing else occured. Within twenty five minutes it was simply a matter of time before the topic at hand was regarding business & the growth of their finance’s in both of their enterprises.

“So you saw this Adora is finally taken care of, well similar arrangements have been taken for Mr. Williams. Really everything was finalized yesterday, but I wanted to surprise you in person. How about then Hector, a toast to our greatness, to the fall of our enemies, and the continual removal of any barriers to our financial success.”

“I’ll toast to that.” Hector smiled holding up his glass. Although a major distributor of narcotics, he himself was attached to sobriety. Truly for him even the consumption of alcoholic was for true celebratory moments in his life. For him, he imbibed on liqour, wine, and anything of that sort not when victory was on the horizon, when it was already here.

As the glasses clinked, not a worry was flowing through Hector’s mind. [i]The fall of hte gods, the rise of the kings. Adora, Jace, not even beings wielding other worldy power can stop my rise. Manny you are a truly fool, for the gods in my way have not only cried tears, they’ve shed blood. Salzaras will bow to no man mortal or otherwise. [/i[] Hector downed the rest of the contents of the glass in a gulp. If he was located in a club

“To a long future and success.” Hector announced and smirked.” You know Bella, I spoke to someone recently about the true meaning of power, what makes someone a god. You know what it is, money, control, and influence. That is true power, something we both have, really billionaire's are the closest thing on this planet to a god. We will be among those ranks.” Hector boasted, he had won, every enemy had fallen.

“Hector...you know I think your right, I’ve never told you tihs but my father always looked up to you. Sure we had our thing here in Georgia, but your influence is over not one but two countries, your wealth is enormous. To have your approval means alot, with the type of wealth you have your more of a god then me.” “Bella” spoke taking note of Hector’s ecstatic state, and the alcohol working on him.

“Hmm don’t worry one day you’ll be as great as me, .” He dug into steak and took another bite before Bella chuckled.

“Well your quite something to truly believe your a god. Tell me this Hector, can you answer me a question? Have…..well...never mind I mean.” Bella seemed unsure abouther question, her tone having a hint of confusion. Hector feeling himself simply wondered why she stopped.

“Oh come on Bella, ask the question get it out, knowledge is power.” He didn’t even take note of the nuisance’s of her voice nor the tone or manner of speech she was utilizing as they conversed.

“Have you ever...made...a god ...cry?” Bella enuncinated each word andlooked HEctor in the eyes with the same blank emotion he’d used on facetime with Adora a few days ago. The effect was shattering, the tension could have been cut with a knife, an audible gulp was heard from Hector who looked up to see Bella’s face and really take it in. Cold, and focused.

“What...did you...PE” Hector was about to yell out when he felt his mouth snapped shut. All camera’s & other technology in the room and a three mile radius from it were suddenly disabled. Bella smiled, as her appearance shifted into Adora, and it seemed two waitres’s noticed. With a flicker of her eyes two knives nearby plunged forward into both of their hearts, and with a push of invisible force their bodies stumbled into an empty booth and they in the leather seats as blood oozed from their wounds, the doors to the restaraunt were held shut by the invisible force.

“Ssssh Hector you belived I was dead? Oh Taylor Swinn, you planned on killing her? I knew honey..I knew. Your men outside Pedro and them, you can check your phone you’ll notice communcation ended ten minutes ago. I had a message sent to them for your phone to mak an emergency pick up. Once the wine struck I knew it was time to make my move. Pedro is dead, as are your men.” Adora giggled taking out her phone and showing Hector a picture of Pedro several holes in his chest, throat, and head.

Hector almost screamed but Adora held his mouth shut with her newfound power. “Now I’m going to take everything from you.” Standing up she waltzed over to Hector and placed her hand on his shoulder. Suddenly he felt an intense sharp pain feeling everthing slipping from him. His memories, knowledge, emotions, every skill or talent he’d ever obtained. His very life was being drained, the pain feeling as if he was getting all the lung from his breaths while simultaneously crushing every bone in his body with a heart attack thrown in for good measure. The worst part being no able to scream, no the worst part really not even being able to scream if he wanted to.

Adora took her hands off Hector, and spun the weakened cartel leader around, brieflty shifting the appearance of herself into him then back into her. “No...no...no..how is this possible...you were dead..I seen Rita..you used her body..damn...damn.” Hector began to curse realizing the folley in her plan while Adora laughed again.

“Oh no that’s the best part Hector, your sister was still alive. It’s a long story, well not anymore, oh this perfect. You truly loved your sister, you simply felt you wouldn’t be able to save her, and you even killed one of your men in rage because of your impotence to keep her safe? Oh this is perfect indeed, well I have a show for you baby, glad the wine got you all ready, feel free to speak.” Adora stepped back and focused on others in the restaraunt harnessing her power she shrunk all of them. With their minituarized size she mentally seized them and brought the lot of them over to the table as the all screamed out and set them on her plate. “That takes care of all the witness’s.”

Anyone unfortunate enough to be in the restaraunt employee’s, and customers alike had been miniaturized and teleknetically swept up to her plate so none could escape. Hector watched in shock seeing the aspect of her power in action he’d never seenbefore. “You..what did you do those people? You...made..them smaller, you..” Her power is truly ruthless. How did this happen, this lapse of judgement. There’s nothing I can do! Pedro is dead, Bella is probably dead as well. I was a fool to come ot America, damn it even Rita.

“Let the games begin I have someone here to talk to you.” Adora reached in her pocket and pulled out Rita minituarized and beaten who began screaming seeing Hector. Adora held her up and bit her right arm then left arm of causing her to scream then placing her on a chair and resizing the screaming Rita as blood flowed from her.

“RITA!!!!!!!!!! YOU BITCH!!” Hector screamed and leapt forward over the table tackling Adora out of her chair to the ground slamming her into the floor and threw a hard pun hcin to her jaw. Adora yelled out seeming caught off guard and Hector began pummeling her with a series of blows as Rita screamed out.”I WILL KILL YOU!!! I WILL GET MY FUCKING MONEY! WHERE IS YOUR POWER NOW!!! HUH!! AH!” Hector threw another punch and suddenly felt his fist bend back.

Adora appeared unharmed, and kicked Hector in the abdomen lifting him into the air and knocking him into a table. “Wrong answer Hector, you just never learn your a mortal” She walked over to Rita and making her into the size of a barbie doll. In her pocket she took out a small pouch and took out deodarant and a lighter making them regular size. She had the lighter float over to Rita then sparked while she used dedoarant to blow a torrent of fire on Rita burning her alive. Flinging the items back with mental force and moving the burning Rita’s body flying into the ground she resized Rita allowing her screams to be even louder as the armless cartel kingpin’s sister was burned alive in-front of him even setting fire to part of the floor.

“No….Rita..No..”Hector broke down tears coming form his eyes that he wiped and got up taking out his gun. “You will die.” Hector went to pull the trigger only for his right hand to twist back and then be ripped off compleptly falling to the ground as he screamed in pain.

“That felt wonderful..you coast her life, and all these innocent people just who happened to dine nearby.” She walked over to the table and scooped up some of the people setting them on the table then bringing her fist down several times smashing random people to death brutally and laughing. “Whack a mole, has nothing on this game, you see what you caused Hector their screams of terorr, pain, to be crushed alive for eating near a men, your workers dead, the Salzaras Cartel is mine Hector, I will make you suffer, and you all HUSH!!! STOP SCREAMING! I’m trying to enjoy my revenge and your screaming bloody murder because I meshed a few of you into pulps of blood could you be less selfish and let me enjoy my moment!!” She screamed at the others left ont he planet some of them crying and collapsing with fear.

“Your...something’s wrong with you.” Hector was broken by hte scene he seen. Although he was a cruel man, to just target innocent people just for the sake with no money involved just for being near was a stretch for him even with his isster dead.

Adora clapped her hands. “Finally you get it. Now I’m going to make you witness death in a whole new way.” Adora stepped over to Hector causing a knife to fly over to her and plunged it into his right arm and stabbed his arm a few more times then smacked him across the face and kicked him. Hector was already screaming in pain from his hand being ripped off and the stabbed wounds in his arm. ADora kicked him in the head knocking him face down to the ground and began violently kicking him in the chest and head as he screamed out.

“You stupid piece of shit.:” Taking the knife she lifted him up and began making small cuts across his body but nothing too deep holding him down with her mind. Hector screamed at the multiple cuts before Adora finally reduced him in size, and brought him over to the table. “Now I have other business to tend to Hector I want you to suffer.” Picking up a bottle of Hot Sauce she made Hector look up at the giant bottle and forced his eyes open as she poured hot sauce over his body burning his eyes and causing him to scream in pain from all the open cuts on his body. The torrent of hot sauce porued over him and she forced his body down into it causing him to sink his face into it eyes still forced open and burning as he even breathed in hot sauce before she reached down with her finger and flipped him over before he choked on hot sauce.

“AAAAAAAAH” He screamed and hollared in pain in between coughing and struggling to breath from the hot sauce his whole body burning feeling likt i was on fire without being on fire.

“I hould have brought a blender with me oh well .” Reaching for a fork and knife she began cutting a piece of what remained of her steak eating it as she looked down at the others on the plate and lasers emitted from her eyes tearing them apart in seconds. “I couldn’t stand the screaming could you Hector.”

“Nhohhahn..r.” Hector couldn’t even speak and Adora took her fork plunging it through his chest causing him to scream and cough blood up as she lifted him up.

“You don’t understand the blender is just perfect there’s so many other ways to kill you what’s themost painful though. I mean almost anything is lethal but I think I know the perfect way, the most fitting, live by the sword die by the sword.” Adora stabbed the fork into the steak with Hector still in it. Then raising her knife she brought it down to his neck as he screamed and bore down literally slicing his head off. “Hmm stained my meal but I’m already full.”

Adora resized Hector on the table now decpacitated, covered in hot sauce, missing a hand, with an arm ripped off, and four gaping holes in his chest from having a fork through his body. “Making you cry was better then the first time I tried cocaine and got head combined. I should have recorded it Hector, you really deserve to die.”

Taking the wine glass on the table she downed some more of it and hummed as she saw the news playing on one of the restaraunt TV’s. Something about empowered rights in Gwinnet, and how there were some hospitals in Atlanta refusing to treat Empowered patients as well. “Oh no discrimination against my kind? I have no tolerance for that.” Adora smirked turning to Rita’s body miniaturizing it and stepping on the burned remains before fading away from plain sight.

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Atlanta Georgia - Devin - His Brother’s Apartment - Snitching like SixNine
Interaction With: @Ejected
“Look I’m telling you what the fuck I know. This bitch is dangerous, I looked up her social media all that, bitch name is Tyra, she goes to Spellman!!” Devin was seen sitting down on his couch in his apartment while a group of police officers were there. Devin was staying with his brother Craig for the past few weeks who worked in construction.

“Ok sir, and your saying not only is this woman empowered, but she’s responsible for your friends who’ve been reported missing, and she’s associated with YRN Reparations?” A female police officer was speaking, while two other male officers seemed to be moving about the area taking notes both mental & physical of their own.

“Look I’m telling you! I don’t know what happened! Like me and my people we was just out you know kicking shit, not up to no good or nun. They said they wanted to check on her, ya know she owed them money. Next thing I knew I was on my phone, and they was gone. I was shook, like I eventually saw her and Reparations leaving in a fucking mask, I snuck in and thye was gone no trace of they bodies nothing!”

“And why the hell shouldn’t we just take you in for breaking & entering? Something your admitting to do sir.”

“Look, I wouldn’t have done it. Shit ain’t right these days, with these fucking freaks, please just look into it, I’m tryna help yall crack a case, and put them away. You get the drop on em, I’m telling you.” Devin protested to the female officer.

Twenty minutes later it seemed the police were satisfied with the interrogation & left Devin’s place with no formal charges being issued against him. They were eager for any break in the YRN Reparations case, and a chance to stop him. It seemed in the past two days the robberies were multiplying, and some suspected that YRN Reparation’s powers were growing or he’d managed to recruit even more Empowered to his cause. The Police had a target in mind it seemed, her name was Tyra Washington, a student at Spellman University.

Outside one of the male cops was seen pulling away, while the other remaining male officer turned to the female. “You really believe that fucking criminal Jess?”

“Well Kent, he’s certainly got a rap sheet. But people like him have the most to benefit from Reparation’s actions, this is one of the neighborhoods that would truly get money, it could all be maybe has a vendetta against the friend. But the two men he reported are missing, their mothers have both put in reports. “ Jess said as she got into the cruiser & Kent did the same.

“Yeah well how do we know that motherfucker didn’t do it himself? We not exactly dealing with any good people. I hate being on this side of town let’s go.” Kent was about to radio something in, as he was taking out his phone when his eyes widened.” Oh my god…”

“What what?” Jess was curious when Kent turned to flash his partner the phone, and it seemed some of the color was drained from her. The police station they worked had went up in flames, bombed about an hour ago. Panic was spreading through the city of Atlanta, due to the vicious terrorist crime and it seemed the Department of Homeland Security was going to launch an investigation into the Station bombing.

“Damn it, they whole station up in flames, what in the hell is going on.” The senior officer spoke fear in his voice at the whole situation unraveling.

Atlanta, Georgia - Pastor Grady -- Pastor Grady’s Church, Televised Speech
Grady had announced that he had a message to the general public of Atlanta following the police station bombing that had occured two to three hours ago. Camera’s had gathered, and others who wanted to hear his message. As the pastor who was leading “The Remainng” movement as it had been dubbed by the public, there was interest attracted in what he had to say.

Grady stepped forward to the microphone, a solemn look on his face showing he was both tired & saddened by the recent events & violence. “Good afternoon ladies & gentlemen, although there’s hardly anything particularly GOOD about this afternoon in Atlanta. I am here to announce a message I believe God has delivered to me. These Empowered beings are not good. They are objectively a menace to society, after being deep in prayer I’ve come to a solution I believe was bestowed upon me regarding this plague that is the Empowered individuals.”

Grady had a harsh tone towards these beings, although he’d even met some personally nothing would be able to change the message he was about to deliver. “The Empowered are of the Devil! My son has served the Atlanta Police Department for the past ten years, and although like me he missed God’s rapturing of the true believers, I believe those that have returned to earth are not only evil but are not human. I have a strong belief, a convinction that those that returned from the those vaporized are DEMONS! Taking the form of former friends & loved one’s, wielding demonic powers to lead us astray. Mark my words these beings will finagle their way into positions of power, financial, political, even celbratory.. “Grady stopped to look into the crowd.

There were many murmurs, and his message was being broadcasted to even more teleivison and radio programs then usual. He’d instructed the church to project this message to as many people as possible, including the church’s youtube page & the Remaining youtube page.

“WE MUST STAND TOGETHER & UNITED! We are in the end days, The Devil himself will walk the earth soon in physical form if he hasn’t already! I’ve heard that Governor Ivy is trying to force hospitals, schools & other establishments not to “Discrminate” against these monsters.” Grady made sure to put emphasis on the word discriminate including a harsh tone of sarcasm. “ DO NOT LET THEM IN YOUR HOMES! Do not let them partake in education with your children! Do not allow them in your food establishments! These are demons, from the pits of hell, with the appearance of true believers who were taken into God’s kingdom early spared this hell on earth for their devotion to Jesus, our lord & savior. WE MUST STAND AGAINST THIS EVIL! THE EMPOWERED do not gain their powers from heaven, but from Hell! FIGHT AGAINST THIS EMPOWERED FIGHT!!!!!” Grady screamed out on the verge of tears, his son’s death from the police bombing fresh on his mind, and a major influence on his speech.