[center][b][color=red][h3]Alexander Chen[/h3][/color][/b][/center]
Late in the Afternoon 
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Present: The city's attorney and Councilwoman Choi
The three were speaking in Chinese.
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"What the fuck were you thinking?" the lawyer asked. He was a caucasian man in his late fifties. His suit was rumpled but his shoes were polished shined like a mirror. His tie was half undone and hanging off of him. The guy was absolutely brilliant and complete ass. 

"I've had lawyers from three federal agencies calling me and chewing my ass because of your stunt," He yelled at Alexander.
Slamming his hand down on the desk he continued, "They have been threatening everything from an IRS audit, to prison, to a damn CIA Sniper Team if you don't fix this. Most of the country agrees with the President, Hell, I agree with the president. What are you thinking?"

Councilwoman Choi's turn being the good cop, "Alexander, I've known you and your parents your whole life. We are worried about you." 
This was the part where Choi suggests that his injuries might be affecting his mental health and maybe he should step down. "

Alexander sat their behind his desk and kept his hands folded listening to them. 

"Do you think that the Federal Government is going to just use this to see who has powers and who doesn't?" he asked. "They have to do genetic testing which means they will have everyone's DNA on file. Parts of Langley have been asking for this for years. So if someone has the potential to have powers what will happen to them? What are they going to do with these people? If the CIA is involved they will turn some of them into supper assassins or soldiers and use them on jobs we never hear about or to fight wars." 

Alexander switches to English to make it easy for the FBI team that had probably bugged his office or were listening through the glass after his stunt, "By the way counselor, the CIA is not allowed to go after domestic targets legally. So, if I get a bullet to the head or have a mysterious death, take one of the copies made and placed in the dead man drops like I taught you and let the news and those other parties we talked about know. I am sure that the FBI would love to fry a sitting president for violating the laws by assassinating a civilian in a wheelchair." 

Switching back to Chinese, he says softer, "I know they want to protect people, but they are going about it the wrong way. These are people with families not animals to be rounded up. This isn't Mao's China or Stalin's Soviet Union, this is the United States where people are presumed innocent till found guilty and given due process. Someone has to stand up and speak for them or they will be like the Jews in Nazi Germany." 

"He wants to play ball with you," the lawyer said to Alexander, "just name your price. Want a cushy desk job in Hawaii watching the girls run around three-quarters naken on the beach? Or a job as an alcohol tester in Kentucky.. Want to have an Embassy desk job in china Just name it and turn this ship around." 
"We care about you, qīn ài de," Choi said in a very maternal tone. 

"Let me think about it overnight," Alexander said in English. Alexander already knew. Girls are no good when your body doesn't respond and the alcohol crack was dirty pool. So they knew about his drinking problem. They had gotten to Choi as well. 

He wanted to walk again and be a full man, not some dude stuck in a chair because he was shot in the line of duty. 
He wanted to pee standing up and crap in a toilet. Not having to use some stinking plastic tube into a bag and needing two people to help him. He did not want to need to take two additional changes of clothes with him when he went to work just in case he crapped himself.  Nobody got that, except for those who were also stuck in the chair. So Forrester could go..  He stopped that thinking. It would only lead him back into the bottle.. 

He smiled and said, "I will let you know."