[hr][INDENT][I][b]CENTRAL BUSINESS DISTRICT[/b]
[INDENT]Pointe Bordeaux[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr]
The rally at cityhall was kicked off with roars of excitement and thunderous applause as Robert Fairchild and his security detail marched out to the podium atop the stairs of the large colonial style building. The gathered crowd was situated underneath several tents as the rows upon rows of folding chairs on the cobblestone had been shielded from the gloomy weather. 

“Good afternoon Pointe Bordeaux.” Robert began, his accent only seeming to increase his presence as the appearance of a weary tired man was seemingly shed the moment he began to speak. It was very clear to those gathered there just how he had managed to hold onto his company’s power all these years. Robert Fairchild was obviously no pushover or slouch but a keen and intelligent man with ambitions that kept his company constantly moving forward. 

“You’ve been a wonderful a host, I’ve rather enjoyed staying in your delightful city.” Robert stated as the crowd once again cheered. “For this reason I’d like to invest in the preservation of Pointe Bordeaux and for this reason I’m proud to unveil to you the Hyperhuman Pacificer!” Robert announced as a woman walked up next to him before he pulled the cover off of the object in her outstretched hand. Although small in size, a nearby camera man zoomed in on the concealable pistol shaped weapon. The image being blown up for the audience on nearby projection screens. 

“The Hyperhuman Pacificer delivers a stunning blow that targets the nerve center of the Hyperhuman. By doing this, the Pacifier will disable the Hyperhuman’s abilities. This makes them unable to use their powers.” Robert turned to a man who had walked up on his right before unleashing the Pacifer on him and then delivering a sucker punch to his face. “Allowing you to balance the playing field.” Robert stated smugly amidst a collective burst of laughter and cheering. 

“Small enough to be concealed under a shirt or in a purse. The Pacifier will go anywhere you are and anywhere you could encounter a Hyperhuman.” Robert continued as he turned back to the crowd. “As a special bonus, anyone here today will not only be leaving with a hundred dollar gift card to Fairchild Electronics but their very own Fairchild Hyperhuman Pacifier!” The crowd cheered again as the a couple rough looking men pushed their way to the front.

“Ain’t a second too late.” Landin yelled. “Tha Freak Train is sitting outside the city now.” A hush fell over the crowd as Landin spat on the ground. “Give us the guns man, we’ve got to protect our home.” Another man stood up yelling in encouragement before he was joined by another and then another. Within moments the entire crowd had burst into a frenzy as they began to chant.

“NO HYPES IN OUR HOME!” 

Raising his hands to calm the crowd, Robert motioned to his aids who picked up their bins of hand outs and began to descend the stairs of city hall and enter the crowd.  A wicked smile crossed his face as the crowd eagerly snatched at the weapons and ripped them out of their packaging.

“The freaks are out by the Old Foster’s Plantation!” Landin yelled to the group as he raced back towards his jeep. The other rioters likewise running for their own vehicles as car after car left the city hall while Robert turned and walked back towards his security detail.

“Send our benefactor a full report. Stage One was a success.”