There was a lingering silence before the voice spoke again. [color=fb1900]I suppose that's fair. Though, at this point, I'm not sure I could provide you with anything you don't already know. Obviously, it all began this morning, with the reports. It just sounded so frightening - what if people got scared? If they hurt each other along the way?[/color] The voice chuckled, though it sounded flatter and more nervous at once than before. [color=fb1900]...my brother, you see, he rather it happened sooner. Get it resolved now, he said, instead of further down the line when everyone's starving. I disapproved, but unfortunately I'm guessing he's responsible for this, if only indirectly.[/color]

[color=fb1900]I don't blame you for not trusting me. But, honestly? I'd rather see you guys succeed. The heroes save the city, inspire the people to carry on until normal life can resume, keep anyone else from falling to villainy. And I'll do whatever I can to make that a reality. Just, only way I can do that is over the radio, though. At least for now.[/color]

That was... odd, the barista decided. Where was this guy, and where was his brother? Kingsport was a decent-sized city to be sure, but was this really the first time they'd decided to act?