"Damn it" Agent Marrow was more then a little annoyed with the situation & developments taking place. The past three months hadn't been easy, with everything "The Incident" had caused. He recalled the early days when they'd first uncovered the futuristic technology from the alternate dimension they would serve to cause massive damage to the world as well as empowering & murdering several individuals on it. "This is not good."
He was looking down at some paper work and shaking his head. Two days ago they'd been forced to murder another individual with abilities. A Man with the ability to melt solid matter, and a known criminal prior to his powers. Legion had been forced to open a center in Atlanta as during the first month after "The Incident" a kid with powers had killed 100 students at his high school by draining the oxygen out of their lungs.
Members of Congress were proposing a bill that would force people with abilities to register with a Government database with language making it sound similar to the Sex Offender list. The main problem this would cause for Legion's work was that if people with powers were being forced to out-themselves, and be recorded with public knowledge making them disappear would cause more questions & raise more alarms. "The President needs to get a fucking handle on this! We can't have this damn bill passed. We need to track down as many of these individuals as possible, and place them in the camps! Of course we can't spill the beans to everyone in fucking Congress, but your going to have to make something happen!" Flint screamed before hanging up his phone and placing it down.
His hands cupped his forehead as he took in a deep breath clearly frustrated with everything going on. "My job is getting harder everyday, and the Director is breathing down my neck." He said now speaking to himself as he kept flipping through his paper work. Files on the superhuman they knew about, and there were still plenty more out there. Although they'd managed to recruit a small handful with some military & government backing that proved to be loyal to the cause it was no telling how many more where out there, and how truly dangerous their abilities could be.
He turned to look at his laptop, and saw he had a new email. "More bad news huh." He sighed and reached over for his ash tray grabbing a still lit cigarette. Taking a few puffs he leaned back in his chair as he opened up the electronic message. "What?
Hello Agent Marrow, we've received information that an agent from your division was compromised. Greg Konnovich was recently revealed to have connections to a dangerous drug cartel associated with Hector Salzaras, suspected to have died in a freak tidal wave minutes after The Incident occurred. Further more during our investigation into him, he's suddenly vanished off the face of the earth. In the final period of our investigation into him before we took him into custody we know he was looking for an individual who'd managed to steal a sizable amount of money from the Salzaras Cartel. We are 90% sure he had no idea that we had any surveillance on him or that he had any awareness of his ties to the Cartel. He'd called for back-up claiming he had uncovered an extremely dangerous super powered murderous individual in Atlanta, below is footage transmitted from Backup before they went offline.
He opened the file, and saw it showed about four armed legion agents searching a warehouse area. A few minutes into the video one of hte agents was knocked across the room into a wall with powerful force. The other three agents turned around raising their weapons yelling out. Out of thin air a car appeared slamming into a second agent. Then the camera was distorted, and all he could see was what appeared tobe some massive object coming down towards the agents then the camera went blank and nothing but static was heard.
"Shit....." Flint got up from his desk and the cigarette fell to the ground. "Just like I thought more bad news."
Erik was sitting on an old, small wood bench directionally looking at the fenced in basketball court where two groups of guys were shooting hoops opposite each net. This was the number three court, marked because there were five courts in the neighborhood. The ballers were going hard, but everybody knew everybody and the mischief was minimal... just some swearing. They all were wearing shorts. Some of them were wearing white tee shirts, and all of the other ones had on tank tops. This was code. It was their culture. Most of them did this everyday, albeit everybody missed a day or two. Erik wanted to play, but there was the thing. He was "different."
Erik tried to be extremely calm, extremely cool. If he got too angry, he could catch a pass to him and it could possibly light up like a star shaped like a basketball in his hands. And, it didn't matter if it was day or night. This would be the result of Erik's difference. He could control kinetic energy. That included microwave energy. But, he doesn't like to talk about it. Like, ever.
After he watched the game, he walked down the block and turned up an old apartment complex's stairway and went into his home. It was a one bedroom, one bath studio pad. It was neat. The blue couch had a white quilt run over it so he didn't spill anything on the couch, or if he wanted to take a nap. He had a little table with an empty beer bottle sitting on it. The medium sized refrigerator had some beer in it, and also some cheese and meat and milk, and bread. He shut it
Next, he went into his bedroom. He checked his college e-mail, answered a couple of them, then looked in his tiny closet and admired his Jumpman 23 low cut sneakers. Next, he went to his bathroom and scrubbed his teeth and broke off an oxycodone and took it orally. Then, he called up a girlfriend and requested her to be his date to the movies. They were familiar with each other, so the conversation was almost light, being that Erik got off on being teased a little bit. So, it was a win. He jumped in the shower, sprayed on cologne, dressed, and waited for her. He didn't have a car.
90 Minutes Later, Regional Cinema Theatre
"How's your mom doing?"
"She's fine. She's got shingles from screwing around," said Sierra.
They were arriving at the movies place in a '13 Ford Mustang. It was a nice car. Red, with updated tires and rims. The only thing that could be better was if it was a convertible.
"So, you like the Avengers?"
"They're OK. I wanted to see the new Leonardo DiCaprio, but maybe next time."
They rode past the warehouse where some thing had happened. They both commented on it. The police were everywhere, and a little smoke was rolling out of the warehouse somewhere. It didn't look good. Given all of that police presence, you would think they would organize a roadside check, or something, but it was nothing. Sierra made a comment after Erik noticed it. Then, they found a parking slot and walked up to buy their tickets. They entered the movie and bought popcorn with condiments and they both had a large Sprite to drink.