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In the hours since the unidentified man in blue and silver prevented the Gold Dawn from crashing into the heart of Lost Haven, all attention seemed to be focused on the mysterious savior. Cable news outlets covered the event that had occurred in the skies above Lost Haven ad nausium, having shown the same footage over and over on a loop. Different experts had been called upon to give their opinions and theories on the matter, which varied from plausible to the fantastical. 
	
The internet was rife with coverage of the incident as well, rumors and innuendo run rampant, as well as conspiracy theories. Some people are excited by the prospects of having such a being on Earth, others are fearful. However, none are entirely sure what to make of the mysterious figure that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. 

The Mayor of Lost Haven, William Collins had even held an impromptu press conference, in which he had fielded questions from the press, and implored the masked man to come forward and give them the answers that they so desperately wanted. 

Even the Lost Haven Times, one of the city’s premier newspapers had gone hard to work on a special edition of the paper, with cover to cover coverage of the incident. However, the paper managed to raise more questions than it had answered. However, this issue sold out at newsstands, everyone wanting to absorb any information that could be had about the so called “superhero.”

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Scott Hunter sat alone in his apartment in relative silence. Growing weary of the extended coverage of his earlier exploits, he had turned the TV and radio off, and instead sat on his couch, reading a novel that he had picked up at a local bookstore in Pacific Point when he had first arrived in California, but had never gotten around to reading. It was a political thriller set during the beginning of the Cold War, following fall of The Good Doctor at the end of World War II. The story itself was slow moving at first, which had actually forced Scott to consider finding another book to read, however, it had started to pick up the pace and he found himself enthralled by the story. 

He was startled by a sudden pounding on his door. He didn’t know who could possibly be looking for him at the apartment, and sudden fears of being discovered following the incident with the space station began creeping into his head. He set the book down and got up off of the couch, slowly making his way to the door.

“I’m coming.” He called as he reached the door to his apartment, opening it.

He was relieved to see that it was Eric standing before him, which seemingly proved his fears to be unfounded. Eric pushed passed Scott as he entered the apartment. As he made his way into the living room, Scott noticed that he was carrying a newspaper under his left arm.

“Come in.” Scott said dryly as he followed Eric into the living room.

Scott looked on as Eric sat down on the couch, and motioned for him to follow suit. As Scott joined him on the couch, his friend handed him the newspaper that he’d been holding.

“Busy day, huh Icon?” He said as Scott took the paper.

“Icon?” Scott asked, not sure what Eric was talking about.

“It’s what they’re calling you. It’s kind of caught on.” Eric said nonchalantly as he pointed at the headline on the front page of the Lost Haven Times.

“Lost Haven’s New Icon of Heroism Saves City!” Scott read the headline aloud, unsure what to make of it.

“I don’t know, it sounds a little…pretentious.” Scott said.

“I think it’s too late. Everyone picked up on it and is running with it. I think you’re stuck.” Eric said, a hint of glee in his voice.

“Well, it is better than anything I’ve managed to come up with so far.” Scott replied with a chuckle.

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Sitting in his office, Richard Midas was transfixed to the television. The station was watching replayed the incident that occurred earlier in the day with the Gold Dawn and the city’s newest so-called savior, who the media had dubbed Icon. So engrossed in what he was witnessing, for the umpteenth time, he had almost entirely forgotten that his personal assistant, Livingston, was in the room with him.
The incident with the shuttle had created a firestorm, such as he had known that it would. People wanted answers, and he was more than ready to play the part of outraged victim, even if he had intended for the station to be destroyed all along. However, he had intended for the explosion aboard the Gold Dawn to destroy most of the station, with the remaining wreckage falling harmlessly into the ocean. Fortunately, this being, the so-called Icon had been able to prevent a catastrophe. 

Livingston cleared his throat, not wanting to interrupt his employer, yet at the same time wanting to bring his attention to the matters at hand, and away from the television screen.

“He’s magnificent, isn’t he?” Midas said, more as a statement than a question.

“Indeed sir. He is quite the marvel.” Livingston agreed with a tone that was noncommittal. 

“I want him.” Midas said bluntly.

“I beg your pardon sir?” Livingston asked, not entirely sure what Midas had meant.

“Can you imagine what I could accomplish with a being with his…skills under my employ?” Midas asked, almost dreamily as he imagined the blue and silver clad hero as his chief enforcer.

“Do you believe that he’ll work with you?” Livingston asked.

“Indeed Livingston. Everyone has their price; we just have to find his.”