[center][h3]John Brown & Adora[/h3][/center]

FLASHBACK Thursday

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John was sitting in the sun room of his house. The back yard was fenced to keep the children in and the world out. With everything going on, the long hours at work. His wife and children headed for her patents. Things there were quiet at this point. He read the news on his tablet and made notes. He had searches on everyone that he deemed important, political or otherwise that feed into his news feed. The same was true for events happening in the state and nation. Ivy made a smart move when she was on television having the people push the fight to the legislature. There were lots of phone calls that were coming in. People did not understand that their call really resulted in a tick on a piece of paper taken by some intern. That would be passed to the chief of staff then to the legislator. Enough phone calls and emails people take notice..
 
If some ones child is in sports, John tags it to them and watches. Birth dates, baptisms, marriages, divorces anything that pops up and any of the major internet sources gets fed into his new feed and database.
 
It was time for a major move to be made, and John was the key piece to getting everything in motion. Although not one for the spotlight, he was the man behind the curtain in Georgia. The one pulling all the strings, and getting things done, the true raw force of power behind Governor Ivy. A 2018 Black Audi was seen pulling up outside of John's residence, and pulling into the drive way. The Man's name was Grant Michaels, an educated man with his hand in numerous business ventures across the United States, a former well used Corporate Lawyer, and a loaded political investor. He'd managed to placate a meeting with John at his private residence, not wanting any third parties to know of their meeting. Upon getting out of his car he checked his phone scrolling through his messages & a few apps before strolling over to the door and knocking. A smile spread across his face as he was looking forward to this meeting. He'd told John he was offering a great deal of money to him, and whichever candidate he stood behind in exchange for assistance with his own private goals being reached.
 
John came the door and showed the Grant in and back to the sun room, where he had fresh orange juice, coffee and sweet rolls. The sun was shining in making it a pleasant space. Grant’s reputation as a donor and an activist and was ,known by John. This was one of the good things about the donor registry laws. He knew the big donors who were for and against him. 

Open on the table was the police reports and A.T.F. reports in regards to the police station Bombing.
 
Grant followed the political influence into the residence as he was escorted to the sun room. Truly John was an expert at what he did, seeing the set up he had. He decided to pour himself a glass of the orange juice and take a few sips. "Hmm you were reading about that tragic station bombing that happened downtown a few hours ago? Quite the awful scene. I'll cut right to the chase John, I'm willing to offer you and by extension the Governor my full support in return for your help? The Empowered individuals must be stopped, not only do they have a potential for violence, they can change the very fabric of how the world works. Imagine if one of them had a power that let them control the oil industry, or if one could literally use their power to grant free Wifi, or even create construction materials from nothing? Potentially billions of dollars of revenue loss from my business & several others, as well as lives. What's your stance on this John?" Grant inquired wanting to know where John stood on this as he took another sip of his orange juice

John nodded, then closed the file saying, “The problem as I see it is that they are creating Anarchy. In a land where all people are suppose to be equal, they are changing the balance of power. They are not equal.“ John was aware that some people were more equal than others. The thought of someone being able to do what he had spent years learning and the money out of his own pocket to pay for investigators by manipulation bothered him.
 
Grant listened with intent as John spoke. "Yes, some would even say their superior to us "mere mortals", I beg to differ. It takes more then raw power to just be in charge, you need all forms of it. Political, Financial, Social, Religious..."Grant emphasized the last word he stated looking down then staring at John. "However in order to effectively fight one form of power..you must have at your side John. I'm here not only to offer you financial support but power. You see John, I have a confession to make. I am not Grant Michaels, I apologize for the ruse, I'm merely an empowered who's altered my appearance to look like him ." Grant looked at John full of curiosity a smile etched on his face wondering how John would react to what he said, or if he would even take him serious.
 
After watching the video of the woman changing size, the thought of someone looking like someone else did not seem to impossible. Power was something he always wanted. He wad bribed,, befriended, stolen, seduced, and threatened people over his time. In a way it seemed like the [i]Games of Thrones[/i].

“As Ivy’s friend of many years,” he meant mentor, “ and as a lawyer I would need to advise you that she would frown on any illegal or immoral activity,” he said in a very polished way. He gave the I need to cover my and Ivy’s asses. “But, as a friend. I can ask you advice on how to deal with problems.” He said then nodded to Grant. It was fairly common practice. John pulled out his tablet and the printer in the office started to print. John excused himself for a moment,got the print outs and brought them to him in an envelope. It was all the details he had on the opposition. Where people liked to eat. Who was cheating on who. There were photos even. Along with it was a set of master keys to the capital, though not the executive offices. "This may be helpful as you do research for me," he said as he passed over the file.
 
"Grant" smiled having an idea what John was up to, but feeling confident enough that it wouldn't come back to him in a negative way. Most surprisingly, was how John did did not seem to react to the statement just issued. "Ah I understand entirely what your saying John, but still I wonder if you understand the gravity of this situation." "Grant" leaned back in the chair and his appearance shifted into that of Adora. "This is who I really am sir, you can call me Raven or Rae."" Reaching over she grabbed a sweet roll and took a few bites chewing slowly and letting out a somewhat audible moan. "So satisfying..John I truly appreciate your level of professionalism and this? " She reached out to accept the envelop opening it to take a peak. "I'm here to help you so anything you believe is within my "capabilities" I'm open for suggestions, honestly John I might be open to almost anyyything you want to give me, so just let me know." She uttered the last part of her statement slowly with emphasis on anything.
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John smiled, it had been a long time since a woman gave him a proposition like that. “Well, Ms. Rae,” he stumbled a little on his words. He felt the tug of the spider web and he wasn’t sure if he was the spider or the fly. He pulled out a card and wrote down a private phone number and email address. “Maybe when we get Ivy into the White House,” He said, “we could fix the worlds problems and have some fun too.”
“Let me know if there is anything you need,” John said with a nasty smile.

Adora giggled pleased to see John's reaction as well as his stumbling on the words. She leaned in close and with a little teleknetic 'nudge' brought John and his chair a little closer to her placing a kiss on his cheeks then leaning back. [color=mediumorchid]"You just let me know handsome, and the world is ours for the taking. I'm just focused on making sure the 'others' like me don't have a chance to burn it all down before then."[/color] With a slight bob of her head to hone her powers on the card it flew from John's hands over to her hand and she placed it in her pocket. "Make America safe again, then I can make your bed shake again? I love the sound of that, oh you'll be needing this won't you?" Not wanting to leave John without some method of contacting her she gave him a Grant Michaels business card on the back was the name Miss Raven, and a number her secured burner phone

John puts the card in his wallet. Just then his phone rang, his boss had a project for him. Ivy was working at getting funding for the project.