"Well it was more of a mining metaphor." The apparent leader of them mumbled in his defense, "Told you it was stupid." Another one muttered. "Hey shutup Wisp said more." The last one said eagerly, pointing at the new white flaming letters.
"Yes!" The leader said excitedly, seemingly pleased with the possibility of success.
"Uh, you'll be third in command so you'll be given a squad of Rockers just for yourself, any money they make is yours to do with as you see fit. You'll get a big share of the profit for any crimes you help out the boss in. If you've got family Ceramix says he'll protect them if you want. Uhhh... Ceramix also said he'll give you a bunch of cash for the first job you help out with too, he didn't say how much though..." Protection and money. How much did Wisp value these and did she think she could get away with using the Rockers before casting them off? Or was it better to simply lie to these group of bozos and move across town? Of course the PRT might be willing to help if they knew the circumstances, maybe even be a double agent? This offer suddenly made Wisp's life a lot more complicated.
The uniformed man let out a grunt of something between anger and disappointment and the window darkened. Some indeterminate amount of time passed unless Zach felt like counting the seconds or doing something equally repetitious in which case he would find it had been around an hour. Suddenly a voice spoke from the window, without the benefit of the light this time.
"You have enough money to appoint your own lawyer or will the government be handling it for you?" The voice was entirely neutral, definitely not the person from before.
The Director appeared to be unaffected by Ruben's emotional outcry.
"Well if you want purpose and help we can give you that. If you sign on as a cape we'll put you to good use here in this building. Decoy tells me you've got some talent with tech, tinker or no, and we can give supplies. We also have experienced therapists as part of our staff who can help you with whatever is wrong with you as well as narrow down what exactly your para-human trait is. In return you'll help us however you can with keeping peace and order throughout Denver Sound like something you want to be a part of?" The Director's voice was gruff as ever and his offer sounded almost forced. But an offer it was, for Ruben to take or leave as he saw fit. Of course, what sane person would turn down such an offer in Ruben's position?
"I think that can wait for later don't you think?" Retcon asked with a grin as they ran away from the squad of cops, still in disarray, rounding a corner and making their way forward.
"Hey there's our ride, reverse time is over." It was a...
Definitely a car, that certainly had to be Retcon's. Retcon stylishly slid across the hood and got into the driver's seat. Then it hotwired the car in an astounding 3 seconds. Whether this was he/she's car and they just liked to hotwire it or this was somebody
else's pink neon lambrougaini was a question that probably needed to get asked and wouldn't be answered. The car screeched as Retcon put the pedal to the metal and soon they far and away from the crime scene. At a seemingly random spot Retcon pulled over and let out a sigh of happiness.
"Ah well that was thrilling wasn't? Now somebody said something about fucking sideways?" He/She waited a moment before laughing,
"Ha, just kidding. Unless you weren't, but I get a feeling three way isn't a 1st night thing for you two. Anyplace yall want to be dropped off?" Retcon asked cheerily enough. It seemed it was more interested in helping them for whatever reason than anything else, though the motives of this creature likely changed faster than a girl in a mall with her daddies credit card.
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