[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=ed1c24]Flint Marrow[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.gifer.com/Uju1.gif[/img] [b]Location:[/b] FRIDAY - Atlanta, Georgia - Flint’s Legion Apartment [sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] N/A [/sup][/center] [hr][hr] “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. [b]Kalep Jackson, Jace Williams & Darius Floodhouse - FRIDAY - Atlanta, Georgia - Taste of Paradise[/b] “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. [i]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. [/i] 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. [b]Bruce Martin - FRIDAY - Atlanta, Georgia - Police Station[/b] 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.” [i]Katie[/i] “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. [i]Bruce I don’t feel well, I don’t know what’s going on come back. [/i] “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. [i]BOOM![/i] 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. [i] No this can’t be happening, how, no JUDY!!! Fuck nooo!!!! [/i] “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.