[img]https://i.imgur.com/kqCeKN6.png?2[/img] [hr] [indent][i][b]FROM: THE FREAKIEST-DEAKIEST TO: Radvi, Jacob SUBJECT: CHECK IT, HOMIE[/b] SNAGGED YOUR P. O. BOX WHILE NO ONE WAS LOOKING HERE BE SOME POV FOOTAGE FROM THE BATTLE OF YOUR NEW BEST BUCKAROO VERSUS THE EVIL BLUE JELLO LADY PLUS THAT OTHER TIME A WEEK AGO USE FOR GOOD, NOT DICKISHNESS CONTINUE TO LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME AND BE RADICAL CATCH YA LATER Attached: (2) video files; DAYONEFUN.vf, 0:09 duration THATSHEROFFICER.vf, 2:17 duration (loud volume warning)[/i][/indent] ... [b]The day after the breakout[/b] Surprise performance assessment. Radvi and Gennedy sat within the latter’s office at the security station. A screen was pulled up on a nearby wall, displaying some footage captured by a stray shop cam during the breakout. There on full display was Radvi almost getting forced to take a dancing leap off of a ledge, Freaky-D saving him with a dropkick to his assailant, and their resulting handshake leading into a temporary teamup. As Gennedy’s gaze shifted from the screen to Radvi, the latter simply sat in his chair and worked up an excuse for his actions. “Sir, in all fairness,” Radvi said, “he saved my life. I know it sounds cliché but-” Gennedy raised his hand to stop Radvi from continuing. “Just… [i]tell me[/i] why you didn’t space him. Like I [i]ordered you to[/i].” “We [i]did[/i]! You can ask James and Carlton, you can check the fucking airlock footage, [i]we did what you told us to[/i]!” “Then how the FUCK is he still on this station!?” Silence fell across the room for a moment after Gennedy raised his voice. Some moments passed, the both of them regaining their collective calm. “I will accept the fact that he helped you,” Gennedy began, “but I still want to know how in the [i]hell[/i] he’s still here. And beyond that, these… pieces of [i]evidence[/i] you claim he gave you. What all was it?” “A sample of… something, from a parahuman. In a jar. It was [i]alive[/i], like it wanted to get out.” “Oh Jesus Christ, Jacob-” “And video footage that he sent me! Not just his encounter with that woman during the breakout, but his encounter with [i]the same woman[/i] when she was torturing Coleman last week! It is all on your computer Chief, I [i]sent it to you[/i]!” “And what the hell does that prove that she was behind the breakout?” “You have any better ideas?!” “Quiet! Just… [i]what[/i] did you do with the [i]jar[/i]?” … [indent][b]Several hours following the breakout[/b] The Promise’s R&D labs. Radvi had made his way there once the breakout situation was well and handled by the rest of the force. That jar holding the animate blue material was still in his hands. It was still thrashing about, forcing itself against the glass. It wanted out. Radvi approached an occupied workstation. At the desk, surrounded by various forms of equipment and staring at a cluster of screens with data running along them that the officer could never hope to understand, was a short, stout, strange man. Caucasian, bald, black and bushy beard reaching down to his midriff. Pair of glasses with large lenses, over two pale green eyes. [i]Unreasonably[/i] muscular for someone who spent all their time in a laboratory. The ID tag on his chest identified him as one T. Norton. “Trevor,” Radvi called out as he approached. “Is it still fucked out there,” Trevor asked, not taking his eyes off the screen. It was only when Radvi placed the jar on his desk did he turn his head to look down at it. “The fuck is…” He said, trailing off as he leaned in closer. “I need you to run this through the machine,” Radvi instructed, “Get me a PSI chip and some backups. More backups for yourself too. Freeze the sample afterwards.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure, fuck off,” Trevor replied, still intensively staring at the contents of the jar as they moved about. Radvi shook his head, unamused by the man’s attitude but still confident he’d get done what was asked of him. Trevor had been working aboard the Promise since its beginning. He was rude, reserved, but still very much a smart man when it came to anything involving high-tech equipment. Especially anything that worked against parahumans. Radvi knew he was leaving the jar in good hands as he made his way out of the R&D labs. [sub]“I fucking hate you already,”[/sub] Trevor whispered to the jar.[/indent] … “Radvi, this picture looks like a fucking… [i]frozen lump of toothpaste[/i] or something.” “Sir, it's a [i]parahuman[/i]. She was active before the breakout, [i]she[/i] was the one who killed Coleman, so [i]yes[/i], [i]she’s[/i] the one I think who caused the breakout!” “Alright,” Gennedy replied, “alright, for fuck’s sake. I’ll admit, this at least puts her behind Coleman’s death, so [i]that[/i] we have to get her for at the very least. We still have to assess the prison systems for damages and tampering, but we’ll keep her in mind for possible links. I just don’t see how one woman, made of [i]blue jello or not[/i], could pull this off.” “When Norton sent me the test results and gave me the PSI chips, he said she’s some kind of… super-organism. Every cell of her body acts independently. So she can split herself into multiple separate entities, like this one.” Radvi pointed at the picture of the frozen sample on the screen. “We have her power signature on record, so we can search for her.” “Before we do anything major, we need to get the station under control.” Gennedy stood up as he spoke, approaching Radvi. “This incident is [i]not[/i] going to blow over so easily. I expect you to help with the cleanup before going about this woman any further. After that’s all done, I assure you Jacob, [i]then[/i] we’ll get to work on finding her.” Jacob sighed, half-relieved and half-defeated. “And what if she pulls some other stunt that gets even more people killed in the meantime,” he asked, “What then?” “From now on, we’re keeping our guard up,” Gennedy replied, “Whether it’s her or whoever else.”