[center][h3][b]Monroe, Alabama - Drug Warehouse - Craig & Loud[/b][/h3][/center]

“Craig what the word is?” A skinny African American man with several tatto’s was seen loading shipments into the back of an SUV with some other accomplices. Craig the man he was speaking to was simply wearing sweat-pants and a sleevless White T. They were located at a warehouse in Monroe, Alabama. Inside the warehouse several others Hispanic & blacks mostly could be seen loading up assortments of illicit pills & powders within toys.

“The word is we moving Lincoln’s shit Loud, he got us eating man we running shit in Alabama. Ain’t nun going stop us now, shit even the cops can’t stop bruh now.” Craig flashed a smile as he was cleaning off one of his guns sitting in the corner smoking a black n mild while counting up some money with two women at both sides of the table silently arranging money after stuffing it in a money counter.

“You really think that huh, heard Lincoln came back as one of them motherfuckers from the Incident.” Loud replied, clearly the name was conjured up from his affinity with the cannabis plant.

“I know so, we know this day was coming. I mean ain’t it written, that our people suppose to rise up. Shit back in the day that’s what the Panthers was fighting for or sum like that.” Craig mused as he placed rubber bands around some more stacks of money and tossed them into a duffel bag at his feet.

“Ion think it was written like tha,t but I see what I’m saying. I’m just saying just cause he got super powers, we don’t nigga. You see what I’m saying, and we goin hard with the weight, and Bama don’t play.” Loud said coming over to take a seat at the table sparking up a marijuana clip taking in a few deep inhales.

“Don’t tell me you getting scared now huh. Some folks get dusted like Thanos really out here or sum shit, then mothefuckers showing up doing Justice League tricks in real life, and now motherfuckers scared. Well Guess what ain’t shit changed, the police don’t got super powers, but my nigga we do! That’s the only thing that changed, and the more metal man out there ripping officers up out here and the A, the less the going get to stepping when thy see our gang moving.” Craig was confident in himself counting some more money and accepting the blunt that Loud passed to him.

“Man who scared bruh I’m just trying to make sure we ain’t drastically lowering our life exptenacy,  it wasn’t like we was going broke no time soon anyway, but enough I can’t stand when a motherfucker try me just for some common sense.” Loud shook his haed clearly irritated by the question as Craig passed the clip back.

“Man I’m just jerking ya chain, yo ass be acting tighter then a choir bitch. Sheesh, look all I’m saying is we going up in the food chain, not the opposite bruh you feel me. When you out here and you moving and you got the power shit tends to happen, that’s how everything in the world works just look at the rich white folks, they get down more dirty then darkest of brothers.” Craig said laughing as he reached for a bottle of Jack on the table, and downed a few gulps.

“You ain’t lied about that, it’s bout time we get ours anyway. I’m trying to get the new Bentley truck yu know what I’m talm bout, that motherfucker go hardd. I’m talm bout I’m sliding wit three fo five bitches to the spot after we leave club now.” Loud said laughing as he finished the clip and put it out.

“See ya ass wanna get scared with all the shit going on, but the. Money the mulaaaa got you brave boy. That what I’m talm bout, mean with the green, get it done like a machine.” Craig said laughing and joking with his pal.

As the criminals continued conversing and outside trucks filled with narcotics were getting ready to pull off they suddenly heard a loud boom. Both Loud & Craig quickly whipped out their guns, with Craig dumping the last of the counted drug money into the bags. Craig stood up and inched towards the garage door of the warehouse as more loud noises wre followed each seemingly dramatically louder the last. “Man what the fu-“

Before he oculd speak a beam of pure solar energy burst through the garage door slicing through the room cutting gang members in half. The entire door was kicked down as Silver Predator stepped in the room machine gun in hand opening fire. Several members of the gang opened retallation fire only to see in shock the bullets bouncing off the masked vigilante.

“OH hell naw!!! That’s bruh from the news that’s bruh from the news!!!” Loud screamed and started running tripping over Craig’s body that had been sliced in half by the light beam.

The two women screamed as another beam of solar energy slammed into both of them causing them to burst open blood splattering some of which rained on Loud’s body. Screaming the drug dealer grabbed the two duffel bags and hit the fastest sprint he’d ever taken managing to get out the door. “Oh no oh oh oh no oh hell no!!!!!!!!”

Loud looked around in a panicked state before spotting his jeep and rushed to the car. Quickly tossing the bags full of money in and plunging the keys in the ignition he jammed his foot on the gas speeding away from the warehouse as the whole facility went up in flames. “Oh shit!!!! Ah hell naw I’m out! Man fuck that shit!! FUCK IT!!!!

Loud cursed loudly swerving through the streets driving as fast as possible and within minutes had made his escape. “Oh naw I dun seen it all naw I’m going back to Jersey, and I’m finna lay low. Low low can’t fuck around no mo, but at least I got the cho cho’s!!! Yessur!!! BABY!!!!! The strong will survive, no matter what Loud going thrive.” Loud grinned as his heart was pounding but it seemed in the end he’d managed to get away with his life and Craig’s money.

“Man that shit was..oh…” Before he could speak any more he saw he wasn’t on the ground or at least the jeep wasn’t. Turning to the left he saw the hand of the Silver Predator and began screaming. The Predator had lifted his vehicle into the sky and took flight high into the sky.

“Ah man wait man! AH MAN!!! HOL UP!!! This shit nuts bruh you suppose tot ake a brother to jail or court or sum ain’t it what the fuck you doing!! I know my rights!! Ayeee you can have the money it’s all good look!!!!” The man’s protests went unheard as Silver Predator had flown him high into the sky.

“I don’t want your money you filthy ape.” The Silver Predator spoke those words only then flung the car down to the ground. Loud screamed for his life as the car plummeted until it crashed into the remains of the warehouse. Loud died instantly and the vehicle was crushed. The blaring sound of sirens was heard as they all sped towards the wreckage of Lincoln’s former drug warehouse. Silver Predator observed from the sky with pure contempt for the criminals.

“No criminals, no crime will thrive as long as the Silver Predator is alive.” Speaking to himself high in the sky he took off with a massive sonic boom being heard inhis wake as the masked vigilante flew off from the scene of destruction & bodies he left behind. 

[h3][center][b]Atlanta, Georgia - King's Trap House - King & Cornelle Lincoln[/b][/center][/h3]
“Another body catch a body WHOLE GANG catch bodies! Got a body caught a body we don’t know nun bout it! All my niggas in my hood everybody catching bodies! Shoot yo ass in yo face know yo bitch ass ain’t bout it!” Young Nudy was blaring from a loud speaker in the living room from the inside of a worn out house on the West Side of Atlanta, a couple people were walking around back and forth through the house.

Women without clothes were seen in the kitchen cooking up crack cocaine, while some of them were spread to other parts of the room politicking with the men and bagging up different assortments of a variety of drugs.  “Ayo say King you said Floyd came and got 3 bags yesterday?” One of the men a dread head dressed in all red indicating his gang affiliation and smoking a gigantic blunt stuffed with 9 grams of cannabis.

“Man Kay you know this, Banker moving up in the game, my boy ain’t hustling them dimes no more, he just fucking em fucking off the profit.” King laughed another dealer in the room, his drug of choice was in his hand a couple MDMA crystals. He licked them off his hand, shuddering at the bitter test of the emotion enhancing narcotic before washing down the taste with a pineapple fanta. “Woo..Wee this Molly taste like some rank ass gahh damn, this bitch finna biting on them campuses Georgia State, Spellman, shit Moorehouse all them.”

“Shit Ion know bout yu, but I could neeva neva EVA take my black ass to Moorehouse. I mean come on dude who came out with that campus is a mafucking rainbow, you dig that shit SUS…PECT” King retorted laughing as he took a few more hits from the perfectly rolled fronto he was hitting before going to ash it coughing all the while.

“Man I see where you coming from but you going have to watch yo tone. My lil bro go there and he been beating down bitches backs since the sandbox ya digg, no fruity shit.” Ray voiced his own concerns about King’s cousin and supposed affiliation what with attending that school and all. 

“Shit that motherfucker is apples, oranges, wit a lil bit of pineapple. Fruity ass, it might ran in yo family dawg, shit would explain so much.” King 

“Aye aye yall see this!” A busty black chick wearing nothing but some PINK bra and panties came rushing in the room sitting on the couch by King and snatching the remote from him and going to change the channel.

“Aye bitch what the fuck is yo problem!? You seen I was watching that shit, Paternity court is the shit, gives me ideas on what I gotta do to dodge Tesha legally, niggas tryna be smarter and shit these days with sliming.” King protested to his worker changing the channel to something else without his permission.

“Oh my god negro look!!!” Tesha pointed at the screen as she finally settled on the news channel where Donald Trump was on the screen speaking to address the nation. They all watched in shock as Trump discussed the Empowered Registration Bill and what was coming next. The shock continued as it switched to Ivy talking about a bill of her choice, a democratic version of course. It wasn’t long before they were just watching the CNN event. King shook his head.

“Man shit out here just getting nuts ain’t it fucking nuts.”

“You damn right, but yall don’t need to worry about that. Yall need to worry about me.” The three and others turned to see none other then Cornelle Lincoln stepping in with bullet ridden clothes and metallic skin. Two of the gangsters opened fire on Lincoln only for the bullets to have no effect. “Are you blind, you can’t see the metal skin, what the fuck was that suppose to do.” Lincoln said laughing as the gangsters all stood in fear no one wanting to open fire any more.

“Cornelle….what the fuck do you want…” King decided to speak up, he’d had a hate hate relationship with Lincoln & seeing he barged in their trap-house and had superhuman abilities as well was far from a pleasant surprise to the dealers.

“Oh I want the same thing I’ve always wanted, except now I’m going get it or..well.” Cornelle walked over closer to them Tay’s hands shaking as he gripped his weapon.

“Ah man stay back or I’m I.”

“WHAT?!” Cornelle yelled causing Tay to drop the gun and fall to the ground while Tesha looked like she was on the verge of tears. Cornelle chuckcled and rubbed his hands together before grabbing the tacle and tossing it into their television destroying it. “Now Listen up and listen clear. I’m willing to let by gones be by gones okay, yall going need the type of protection I’m offering. Fuck all that shit the orange man is saying, there’s a silver motherfucking freak flying around ripping up people like us and I ain’t talking about powers you dig, if you ai’t noticed Mr. Predator got a preference for victims and they ain’t fair skinned.” Cornelle lsaid dusting some rubble of his hands.

Tay was holding Tesha know who seemed scared while King was trying to process everything going on. “Oh and you suppose to protect us from him?! We ain’t exactly been on the best terms, you just as likely to tear us up as him!”

“Man King don’t egg him on!” Tesha protested, while Tay just put his hands on his face clearly stressed by the whole situation.

“Look Negro, I’m yo best chance! Cuz you make me mad enough to bash yo head inbefore I had powers, but that motherfucker going do it just cause you black, might not even give a fuck about the crack. Then you got motherfuckers attacking CNN, the coming for people like me, and he coming for people like you. So I say our best chances is to stick together, blacks with powers, and blacks with money and we all spread the dope, I just want a percentage 30%, we agree on that and we canstart talking business, and start finding a way to survive in this brand new world this motherfucking Incident created. Or you play by ya self yall regular ass motherfuckers against me, the cops, the Silver Predator & whatever the fuck us else? So what’s it gonna be huh? Take ya chances, better yet shoot me some more? “Cornelle asked pointing at himself with defiance in his voice.

King looked at the remains of his television then back at the metallic man trying to extort him, and then took in a deep breath thinking about how rapidly everything was happening. “Ight Cornelle, I’m listening let’s talk then, cause as much as I hate to admit it shit’s really going crazy out there, so what’s next?”

Cornelle smiled and seemed to ease up a bit. “I’m so glad you asked King, let’s talk, we got a lot to discuss my friend, it’s a braaave new world.” Cornelle grinned showing his metallic teeth indicating he was just getting started with the next phase of his plan for the drug game, the streets & maybe even more. 

[h3][center][b]Atlanta, New York – Nova Consolidated Office – Nathan McAlister & Veronica Moon[/b][/center][/h3]
Nathan McAlister was sitting at a table reviewing some folders and files on an expensive wooden table. Still wearing the same outfit he had on earlier when he offed Adrian when he was attempting to divulge secrets about him to Father Thomas down at 5 points.

The room was empty except for another woman.  A Caucasian lady in her mid thirties wearing some purple pants and a tan button up t shirt. Around her was a bright white lab coat, and some blue gloves. She was sitting at the opposite end of the table aside from Nathan.

“Veronica why the solemn look on your face? You look like you’ve seen a ghost? I.mean with all these extradionary events you might have? You know some people suggest that were in the new Age of Miracles, others they seem to think we might be heading towards the End Times? What do you think Miss Moon, you think we set off the chain of events for the final days?” Nathan asked with a curious tone almost as if everything going on was a game to him.

Veronica looked down at the table, then her eyes jetted to the files then back to Nathan. “How can you speak like that? You realize we’ve literally opened Pandora’s box. None of us had no idea, no right to do this. Legion we had an entirely different plan, we were suppose to save the world, not damn it even further.” Veronica Moon was furious and in no mood for any comedic retorts from the CEO of Nova Consolidated.

“Damn it further? We have over 7 billion people on this planet and growing. We’re running out of resources to support the population, we have terrorism, human trafficking, mass murder, drug trafficking, violent organized criminal organizations, the media trying to insight race wars, political corruption, Lobbyists controlling the direction of our company’s bills, disease, famine, families falling apart? And we damned the world, we are the reason this shit hole is falling apart?! I don’t think so! Cause if I remember correctly our plan was to use that shit, and cut down the population, some Thanos shit, make more room for the people that deserve to be here, that deserve a second chance to make this world better!” Nathan had no time for any more jokes enraged with Veronica’s accusations.

“Oh and how’d that work out for us? Clean a couple billion lives off the planet, only got 200 million and they all came back with fucking super powers! Super powers from fucking comic books, now what? What if they have kids, I bet you have some great sex with your lover if they come back from the fucking dead Nathan! Not that you would know, cause no one loves you! What gave us the right in the first place even for the original idea, we are monsters! I mean Christ, talking about cleaning a couple billion lives, if anyone heard us in Congress, in any sort of Law Enforcement, they’ think execution was too good for us.” Veronica seemed like she was going to fall apart the gravity of the situation, the weight of their actions & the reprecussions on literally the entire world was too much.

“Well guess Veronica, there’s no take backs. As far as I’m aware we haven’t created a time traveler nor a time machine, and with our track record even if we did I wouldn’t mess with the bloody thing. The only thing we have is the god damn future okay. It’s not even over far from that, you said it yourself. We created super-humans, and that was an accident. You don’t get it, that’s the first step in saving the world! What we’ve done is even better then our original plan beyond our wildest imaginations.”

“Nathan we’ve made a mess of the whole planet, some of these people with powers are awful, we’ve created monsters.” Veronica shook her head still not in agreement with the end results of Legion’s actions.

“Listen Veronica, and listen carefully. I want you by my side, just like the rest but if you prove to be..difficult…well like you said there are consequences to our actions even us. You say we made monsters, I think we made solutions. Every problem in this world has a solution. And to think just with that experiment with what we found, we did that by accident, just imagine…..just imagine what we could do on. Purpose.” Nathan smiled as Veronica looked up at him her eyes widening as Nathan smiled. “I have a plan, the best one yet, you see you always win not when you create a problem no but when you create a problem and the solution, when you are both, when you are composed of that duality, then what does that make you Veronica, THAT makes you a god.” Nathan leaned back in his chairs and rubbed his hands together a gleem in his eyes as in his mind what they had started with the “Incident” was just the tip of the iceberg, Nathan McAlister was just getting started.