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Friday, April 07, 2017 - 10:42 PM | Mavericks Bunker - Rhodes Lighthouse
“Charles should never have allowed you into this base. The drones should have brought him inside.”
Joseph’s attention was broken from the suit in front of him as Destiny’s words caused him to turn around. Although as soon as he did, he inwardly scolded himself as the A.I. lacked a physical body to confront and he couldn’t help but feel he now looked like a fool in front of the condescending computer.
“Look lady, I’m not going to tell anyone about this. In fact, I could use Mr. Michaels’ help, saying he is the real IllAdvised.” Joseph start, looking up towards the cavern ceiling as he practically shouted hoping the A.I. was listening. His voice echoed slightly before he spoke again.
“My mother was murdered and the police have done nothing to find her killer. The storm has taken precedence over everything out there. People are suffering because no one is looking after them. I need IllAdvised, and they need the Mavericks,” Joseph paused, a pointed finger raised for emphasis as he directed it towards the city. “No, they deserve the Mavericks.”
“There is no IllAdvised here.” A weak voice answered Joseph as he turned to see Charles leaning on the door frame of the medical room. “IllAdvised died October 16, 2003.” He said, turning his back to Joseph before limping back to the bed.
“Then who are you?” Joseph yelled angrily as he gave chase to the older man. “Tech support? No I don’t think so Michaels, there’s no way a man as wealthy and successful as you just acts as the Mavericks I.T. guy. You’re too short to be Angel, I saw the suit. You’re definitely not Whirlwind or Haywire, so what is your stake in all this?”
“I’m just a man full of regret, Mr. Thoreau. You need not worry about me.” Charles answered as he laid down on the bed. “Destiny has prepared your vehicle and you’ll be going now.” Charles stated, his tone leaving no room for argument as Joseph’s radio suddenly crackled to life.
“Fire in the Jethrull’s Power District, requesting all available units rendezvous at the Michaels Nuclear Power Plant.”
“It would seem you’re the one who’s need Mr. Thoreau, I suggest you respond.” Rolling onto his side, Charles turned his back to Joseph as the young man’s eyebrows came together in a look of frustration and disgust.
“This isn’t over.” He muttered before grabbing the radio on his jacket. “This is Rapid Response Unit 42 reporting; do we have an Ambo on route?” Joseph asked as he left the medical room, heading for the elevator.
“Unit 42, an ambulance has been dispatch from Crescent City General Hospital. The Hyperhuman Asset is onboard.”
“Annabelle.” Joseph muttered to himself as he grabbed the radio again, exiting the elevator as he spoke. “Dispatch, I’m on my way. Requesting Paramedic Young to meet me on route with Ambo 96. We’re going to need more than the one with the asset.”
“Acknowledged Unit 42. No promises, calls have been lighting up the switchboard like a Christmas tree all night.”
“Then I’ll just hope I’m not on the naughty list.” Joseph responded as he climbed into the awaiting Dodge Durango. Flooring the gas pedal, mud flew up behind the vehicle as Joseph took it back down the hill before pushing the engine hard as he hit pavement. Watching his rear-view mirror until the lighthouse disappeared, Joseph crossed the Alexander bridge before merging into the overpass towards Jethrull.
Joseph’s attention was broken from the suit in front of him as Destiny’s words caused him to turn around. Although as soon as he did, he inwardly scolded himself as the A.I. lacked a physical body to confront and he couldn’t help but feel he now looked like a fool in front of the condescending computer.
“Look lady, I’m not going to tell anyone about this. In fact, I could use Mr. Michaels’ help, saying he is the real IllAdvised.” Joseph start, looking up towards the cavern ceiling as he practically shouted hoping the A.I. was listening. His voice echoed slightly before he spoke again.
“My mother was murdered and the police have done nothing to find her killer. The storm has taken precedence over everything out there. People are suffering because no one is looking after them. I need IllAdvised, and they need the Mavericks,” Joseph paused, a pointed finger raised for emphasis as he directed it towards the city. “No, they deserve the Mavericks.”
“There is no IllAdvised here.” A weak voice answered Joseph as he turned to see Charles leaning on the door frame of the medical room. “IllAdvised died October 16, 2003.” He said, turning his back to Joseph before limping back to the bed.
“Then who are you?” Joseph yelled angrily as he gave chase to the older man. “Tech support? No I don’t think so Michaels, there’s no way a man as wealthy and successful as you just acts as the Mavericks I.T. guy. You’re too short to be Angel, I saw the suit. You’re definitely not Whirlwind or Haywire, so what is your stake in all this?”
“I’m just a man full of regret, Mr. Thoreau. You need not worry about me.” Charles answered as he laid down on the bed. “Destiny has prepared your vehicle and you’ll be going now.” Charles stated, his tone leaving no room for argument as Joseph’s radio suddenly crackled to life.
“Fire in the Jethrull’s Power District, requesting all available units rendezvous at the Michaels Nuclear Power Plant.”
“It would seem you’re the one who’s need Mr. Thoreau, I suggest you respond.” Rolling onto his side, Charles turned his back to Joseph as the young man’s eyebrows came together in a look of frustration and disgust.
“This isn’t over.” He muttered before grabbing the radio on his jacket. “This is Rapid Response Unit 42 reporting; do we have an Ambo on route?” Joseph asked as he left the medical room, heading for the elevator.
“Unit 42, an ambulance has been dispatch from Crescent City General Hospital. The Hyperhuman Asset is onboard.”
“Annabelle.” Joseph muttered to himself as he grabbed the radio again, exiting the elevator as he spoke. “Dispatch, I’m on my way. Requesting Paramedic Young to meet me on route with Ambo 96. We’re going to need more than the one with the asset.”
“Acknowledged Unit 42. No promises, calls have been lighting up the switchboard like a Christmas tree all night.”
“Then I’ll just hope I’m not on the naughty list.” Joseph responded as he climbed into the awaiting Dodge Durango. Flooring the gas pedal, mud flew up behind the vehicle as Joseph took it back down the hill before pushing the engine hard as he hit pavement. Watching his rear-view mirror until the lighthouse disappeared, Joseph crossed the Alexander bridge before merging into the overpass towards Jethrull.
Friday, April 07, 2017 - 10:57 PM | Michaels Nuclear Power Facility - Power District
The normally blinding flashes of red and blue were nowhere to be seen as Joseph approached the power plant. The light of the inferno engulfed all others casting an eerie orange hue over the entire scene. An explosion in the distance cause Joseph to instinctively duck as he shielded his head before realizing he wasn’t in any immediate danger.
“Joseph!”
A familiar voice caught Joseph’s attention as he turned to see a blonde man climbing out of a nearby ambulance.
“Travis Young!” Joseph called as he motioned to the blaze in the distance. “Are you responsible for the mess?”
“Nah buddy, but I was sure as hell it was your handiwork.” Travis responded as he grabbed Joseph’s hand and shook it. “How about we go be big damn heroes.”
“Ain’t we just.” Joseph replied with a smirk as the two grabbed their paramedics bags and headed towards the afflicted area. While the fire department was struggling to hold back the blaze, they had least managed to rescue many of the warehouse workers. Travis and Joseph would be able to ease their pain until Annabelle arrived. Anyone who she couldn’t help would unfortunately receive a black tag, but the rest would survive this horrendous event.
“Where is the Miracle Girl?” Travis asked, Joseph cocking an eyebrow at the other paramedic before realizing that Travis was probably thinking the exact same thing he was.
“Last I heard, Annabelle,” Joseph said stressing her name. “She was on route in another ambo.” Leaning down to examine a burn victim, Joseph opened his bag as he went to work after gaining consent. “Provided nothing’s happened to her ride.” Muttering the last part of his statement, Joseph began bandaging the wounds and doing what he could to comfort the man in front of him before moving to the next one.
If there had been any doubt before, there was none left in Joseph’s mind now. This was going to be a long night.
“Joseph!”
A familiar voice caught Joseph’s attention as he turned to see a blonde man climbing out of a nearby ambulance.
“Travis Young!” Joseph called as he motioned to the blaze in the distance. “Are you responsible for the mess?”
“Nah buddy, but I was sure as hell it was your handiwork.” Travis responded as he grabbed Joseph’s hand and shook it. “How about we go be big damn heroes.”
“Ain’t we just.” Joseph replied with a smirk as the two grabbed their paramedics bags and headed towards the afflicted area. While the fire department was struggling to hold back the blaze, they had least managed to rescue many of the warehouse workers. Travis and Joseph would be able to ease their pain until Annabelle arrived. Anyone who she couldn’t help would unfortunately receive a black tag, but the rest would survive this horrendous event.
“Where is the Miracle Girl?” Travis asked, Joseph cocking an eyebrow at the other paramedic before realizing that Travis was probably thinking the exact same thing he was.
“Last I heard, Annabelle,” Joseph said stressing her name. “She was on route in another ambo.” Leaning down to examine a burn victim, Joseph opened his bag as he went to work after gaining consent. “Provided nothing’s happened to her ride.” Muttering the last part of his statement, Joseph began bandaging the wounds and doing what he could to comfort the man in front of him before moving to the next one.
If there had been any doubt before, there was none left in Joseph’s mind now. This was going to be a long night.