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LeeRoy
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After seeing the news reports about the attacks perpetrated by the Hounds of Humanity, Icon had taken to the skies above Lost Haven in search of any sign of the hate group. While he did not find any trace of the Hounds of Humanity, he did find evidence of the minor earthquake that had hit Lost Haven, and as the reports came in, just about everywhere else on Earth as well. He didn’t know what had caused the quake, but he knew that chances were, sooner rather than later he would have to deal with whatever, or for that matter, whoever was responsible. For the most part, the damage to the city had been minimal, however, there was some minor damage done. Cracks appeared in some building foundations and some street lights and signs had been knocked over. However, some of the older or less structurally sound buildings suffered more damage. One such building, a low income housing apartment building on the outskirts of Little Ulster had half of the building collapse. The building itself, Skyview Apartments had been close to condemnation for years, however, through some sort of miracle, or more likely the greasing of the appropriate palms, the place managed to stay open. Unfortunately in a city full of superheroes battling super villains, demons and cosmic entities, a minor earthquake was enough to fell the entire façade of the building. Rescue workers were already on the scene when Icon arrived, having pulled the majority of the residents from the rubble. Icon went to work immediately, pulling bricks and beams from the remains of the building, helping some of the trapped residents get to safety. Unfortunately, not all the residents had survived the building’s collapse, and the efforts of the crew soon turned from rescue to recovery.
After assisting in removing the bodies of an elderly couple that had been crushed under the weight of the collapsed building, Icon was approached by a man who he had recognized as a detective with the Lost Haven Police Department.
Detective Thomas Bradley had been with the LHPD for over twenty years after moving East from San Diego. Between his time as an officer in San Diego and a detective in Lost Haven, he thought that he had seen everything that could be seen. Then he watched a blue and silver clad masked man catch a space station out of the sky, preventing it from crashing into the city that he called home. Then, things just got weirder. A demonic serial killer, “Meta Domes,” and a demon invasion, just to name a few of the oddities that he had seen in recent years. Bradley thought that the job was difficult when they just had to deal with regular people, some of which were very bad people, others were just people who made bad mistakes. But now they were contending with meta humans, some of whom were capable of destruction on a massive scale, and they were woefully unprepared for such circumstances. One of those circumstances had brought him here on this day.
“Icon, might I have a word?” Bradley asked after clearing his throat.
“Something I can help you with, Detective?”
“As a matter of fact, yeah.” The detective confirmed. “We’ve got a meta in lockup that we think is connected to a bombing in Little Tokyo. Only problem is, she won’t talk to us.”
“I’m not sure I follow.” Icon admitted.
“We don’t know who she is, or if she even knows anything about the bombing. All I know is there is lot of insane shit going on around here lately, and she’s just another problem clogging up the log book. We don’t know if this is connected to those Hounds of Humanity nuts, or if it’s some other nutcase blowing up a Chinese Restaurant in Little Tokyo…but if you can get her to talk, I’d really appreciate the hell out of it.”
“Of course, Detective. Anything I can do to help.” Icon said after a momentary pause.
***
The Central Station precinct of the Lost Haven Police Department was buzzing. Just moments ago, Icon had landed in front of the department and made his way into the building. Almost immediately, he was rushed by officers and visitors alike, while others jockeyed for position in order to get the best view possible. In that instant, Central Station had transformed from one of Lost Haven’s best and most decorated precincts to what could only be described as a high school like environment where everyone was trying to get the best angle for a photo of video to be shared on their social media accounts.
Once the chaos that was caused by his initial arrival had died down, detectives led Icon into the holding cells, where the young woman who was being held in connection to the bombing in Little Tokyo was being held. He had been warned that the woman was “colorful,” as the detectives recounted their earlier exchange with the woman.
Icon made his way to the holding cell which housed the young woman in question. She was a pretty girl with black hair and striking blue eyes, which almost seemed to widen in disbelief as he approached the cell door. He stopped in front of the cell and looked the woman in the eyes.
“I understand you wanted to speak to me?”
