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Names:Ashley and Allie Burns
Age: 18 [August 20th]
Gender Female
height 5’9”
weight 120# and 125#

OccupationsStudents

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Ashley

Ashley as a child loved animals and was always bringing cats, dogs, birds, snakes and frogs home to her parent’s house. When she was little, she fell in love with the Dr. Dolittle movies and later the books, when she started reading. It was always her dream to be able to talk and communicate with animals and to be a vet. Every school project she had some sort of animal connection. Her history teacher got her to learn the presidents by researching what pets they had and children or while they were in the White House. She can name them all. Every Halloween she dressed as an animal of some form or a veterinarian. She graduated at the top of her class with high honors.

Personality
Ashley is one of those high energetic, enthusiastic, driven girls. Her thinking is linear sequential and she likes to have a plan. If someone asks her out she wants to know where they are going, what they are doing, and for how long. The plan can be adjusted, but there needs to be a plan. Ashley can tell you where everything in her room is and notices everything.

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Allie

Allie is the opposite of Ashley in many ways. She is studying graphic design and film studies. She is allergic to most animals and is more of a couch potato (at times). She can quote movie lines from many, many movies. Her idea of a good date is someone pays her Netflix and Hulu for a month, brings a blanket and junk food and crashes on the other couch to watch movies. Allie is very competent with the computer, a digital camera, and a digitizer tablet.

As a child she was kidnapped and assaulted. So, she is slow to warm up to people. Her favorite sweatshirt is fuzzy and black. Written on it in red letters is “People suck…” then in smaller print it says, “Including you.” The power she wished for growing up was just to be invisible at times. Living in the shadow of her over achieving sister was bad enough. Constantly being reminded that she is a victim is even worse.

Personality
Allie is lower energy than her sister and tends not to be as driven. She is a more of the non-sequential, non-linear thinking. Her thought is why put so much energy into what you can’t control. She is the introvert to Ashley’s extrovert.

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Father Thomas

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As the day progressed, the good Father had been taking his anger out on the earth. A slow winding spiral down into the earth till he hit limestone. He had been a good place to take out his frustration.

He learned a couple things. The first was that under the ground it gets dark, really dark. He needed to get an electrician in to run electricity and lights. He had made a trip to the home improvement store and bought flashlights, batteries, a couple lanterns, and five extension cords. The second thing was he needed to wrap the inside of the tunnel with a really hard stone so water would not penetrate the passage and flood the tunnel. There were some good aquifers that flowed underground and a lot more water than one would expect under a city.

The bedrock under Atlanta is only about 131 feet under the surface. This surprised Thomas, as he was expecting this to take weeks. When he tunneled into the bedrock then made a room about the size of a normal living room. The room was one piece of stone with right stone pews, four to each side.

Thomas returned to the surface to find food and rest.

When Thomas checked the news on his phone, he got a start, someone had been killing priests in Savannah and Atlanta.

In the walls he had made two tracks to run electrical cables and he had an idea of a cart system that would help move things up and down the passage way, but that was future work. Right now he needed to

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John Brown and Ivy

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When he had calmed down, John Brown walked down to talk to Ivy again. “Governor Ivy,” he called after knocking on the door. He entered her office to find her on the phone with the minority leader of the house. Getting the money to fund a few response teams was easy. He emergency decree had made this a no brainer type of response. The bill was still stalled though.

After she got off the phone, he said to her, “I need you to go on television, the message is simple, the legislature needs to act or the people will. Their failure to respond is creating lawless responses. The people need to let their local legislators know how they feel. And if needed start recall petitions to remove them from office. As governor, your hands are tied and the enhanced will continue to act as they will. Till the legislature acts and passes the bill, you can only respond. I think I will get this Pastor Grady in the hot seat in front of the senate committee.”

Ivy wanted to include that the enhanced were people too, but she knew the game well enough to let the House and the Senate be in the hot seat.

On television, she did her part. “I’d like to do more to help the victims and those struggling with these new powers, but I have to follow the constitution of Georgia and my hands are tied.” She smiled, “As a mother that is still upset about the loss of my son and for the family of the boy who used his powers to kill those students, I want to help them. So we can prevent this fro happening again.” John gave her a look from off camera and she refocused,”I’ve done all that I can do till the legislature acts.”

The rest of the questions all were brought to the same point, the legislature needed to act to protect the citizens.

John got to a couple members of the house and senate and had the summons Grady to testify. Maybe with some luck, he could be a tool to push the bill along. It would be even better, if he could get him to say something to break the laws. He could leverage Grady too.

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Father Thomas

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Thomas sat on the bed after watching Grady's message and shook his head in disbelief. Yes, he knew of his son's death and it bothered him too. Grady was one of a hand full of people who knew he had disappeared, this was harsh. He walked out of the Balcony and threw the phone into the dumpster from the dive hotel next door. As the garbage truck quickly pulled in, lifted the bin, and drove off.

When two of the brother's rushed to the gate and gave a message the the guard then proceeded to head to the fast food restaurant. A few minutes later a group of angry people came past, some hit hunting rifles, others with sticks or knives. The headed for the restaurant while others spread out watching. Grady, you lovable fool. Many of your flock are going to die because of your words. On the news, a mob had formed outside the catholic cathedral, police were trying to keep them back. The bishop came out to talk with the group, but someone threw a rock knocking the Bishop down possibly killing him as the crowd shouted. Andrew walked down, grabbed a pair of oily old coveralls and an old ball cap from the wall. From the safe, he grabbed a couple hundred dollars and a hand gun which he stuffed in a pocket. He grabbed his backpack containing his important things. Then he rubbed grease on his face neck and ears then headed out of the building. Calmly he walked to the gate house, was handed the note and then headed for the bus stop. It would not be long before the mob would find him if he stayed.

He needed to protect the innocent, they needed some place safe. As he road the bus he could see mobs beating people. People with powers were fighting back, some successfully others not. People were dying and this was on Grady's hands. The bus stopped near a small cemetery that had a chapel that had a basement vaults. The lower faults were full.

After making his prayer, he walked to the gate and unlocked it. Once through he locked it behind him. He was going to need to be Moses and save his people. But they would need a promise land to go to. Today he would start construction. Tomorrow he would worry about finding the people.

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John Brown

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John threw his cup of coffee when he heard what Grady had done. It was on the national news feeds and this two bit street preacher was trying to make Ivy look like a fool. The mobs taking things into their own hands, was too much. He got on the phone and hand the commander of the state police and the Attorny General get in front of cameras condemning the violence and calling for the task force to respond to the enhanced problem. He had to keep Ivy away from the cameras so she did not say something he couldn't control. Picking up his personal phone he called two of his PI's, "I want every thing you can get on this Pastor Grady, pictures, family, any dirt, and any weaknesses." With another phone call, the Revenue department emailed him a summary audit of the churches and his taxes. It was an internal document that was computer generated. The same thing with the DMV.

When he found the weakness, he would use his new tool to deal with this problem.

Ivy

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When Ivy was finally allowed to watch Grady's message she felt for him. When she started seeing the mobs and the riots, she was mad. Not "Bless their little souls mad." if they would have given her a gun, she might have shot him mad. John Brown, had advised her to stay calm and stay on message. Don't give into the lawless mobs. Let the police handle this. She needed to focused on the task force and funding.

Not having any reporters or press in the situation room she asked rather loudly, "As Governor can't I have his little black but thrown in jail for inciting riots." This brought a few snickers. When she asked for advice, the room had lots of opinions. She found that most of her staff thought Grady was right. John when asked answered with "Governor, what is important is that you stay on task with the task force and funding.. Go head and condemn mom rule and senseless killing. But stay on task."

Every time she mentioned getting on camera, he staff said no. John placed a hand on her and mentioned at the moment, she did not know who was safe and who was not. She was the spokes person for this cause and the leader of Georgia.

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John Brown & Adora

FLASHBACK Thursday

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John was sitting in the sun room of his house. The back yard was fenced to keep the children in and the world out. With everything going on, the long hours at work. His wife and children headed for her patents. Things there were quiet at this point. He read the news on his tablet and made notes. He had searches on everyone that he deemed important, political or otherwise that feed into his news feed. The same was true for events happening in the state and nation. Ivy made a smart move when she was on television having the people push the fight to the legislature. There were lots of phone calls that were coming in. People did not understand that their call really resulted in a tick on a piece of paper taken by some intern. That would be passed to the chief of staff then to the legislator. Enough phone calls and emails people take notice..

If some ones child is in sports, John tags it to them and watches. Birth dates, baptisms, marriages, divorces anything that pops up and any of the major internet sources gets fed into his new feed and database.

It was time for a major move to be made, and John was the key piece to getting everything in motion. Although not one for the spotlight, he was the man behind the curtain in Georgia. The one pulling all the strings, and getting things done, the true raw force of power behind Governor Ivy. A 2018 Black Audi was seen pulling up outside of John's residence, and pulling into the drive way. The Man's name was Grant Michaels, an educated man with his hand in numerous business ventures across the United States, a former well used Corporate Lawyer, and a loaded political investor. He'd managed to placate a meeting with John at his private residence, not wanting any third parties to know of their meeting. Upon getting out of his car he checked his phone scrolling through his messages & a few apps before strolling over to the door and knocking. A smile spread across his face as he was looking forward to this meeting. He'd told John he was offering a great deal of money to him, and whichever candidate he stood behind in exchange for assistance with his own private goals being reached.

John came the door and showed the Grant in and back to the sun room, where he had fresh orange juice, coffee and sweet rolls. The sun was shining in making it a pleasant space. Grant’s reputation as a donor and an activist and was ,known by John. This was one of the good things about the donor registry laws. He knew the big donors who were for and against him.

Open on the table was the police reports and A.T.F. reports in regards to the police station Bombing.

Grant followed the political influence into the residence as he was escorted to the sun room. Truly John was an expert at what he did, seeing the set up he had. He decided to pour himself a glass of the orange juice and take a few sips. "Hmm you were reading about that tragic station bombing that happened downtown a few hours ago? Quite the awful scene. I'll cut right to the chase John, I'm willing to offer you and by extension the Governor my full support in return for your help? The Empowered individuals must be stopped, not only do they have a potential for violence, they can change the very fabric of how the world works. Imagine if one of them had a power that let them control the oil industry, or if one could literally use their power to grant free Wifi, or even create construction materials from nothing? Potentially billions of dollars of revenue loss from my business & several others, as well as lives. What's your stance on this John?" Grant inquired wanting to know where John stood on this as he took another sip of his orange juice

John nodded, then closed the file saying, “The problem as I see it is that they are creating Anarchy. In a land where all people are suppose to be equal, they are changing the balance of power. They are not equal.“ John was aware that some people were more equal than others. The thought of someone being able to do what he had spent years learning and the money out of his own pocket to pay for investigators by manipulation bothered him.

Grant listened with intent as John spoke. "Yes, some would even say their superior to us "mere mortals", I beg to differ. It takes more then raw power to just be in charge, you need all forms of it. Political, Financial, Social, Religious..."Grant emphasized the last word he stated looking down then staring at John. "However in order to effectively fight one form of power..you must have at your side John. I'm here not only to offer you financial support but power. You see John, I have a confession to make. I am not Grant Michaels, I apologize for the ruse, I'm merely an empowered who's altered my appearance to look like him ." Grant looked at John full of curiosity a smile etched on his face wondering how John would react to what he said, or if he would even take him serious.

After watching the video of the woman changing size, the thought of someone looking like someone else did not seem to impossible. Power was something he always wanted. He wad bribed,, befriended, stolen, seduced, and threatened people over his time. In a way it seemed like the Games of Thrones.

“As Ivy’s friend of many years,” he meant mentor, “ and as a lawyer I would need to advise you that she would frown on any illegal or immoral activity,” he said in a very polished way. He gave the I need to cover my and Ivy’s asses. “But, as a friend. I can ask you advice on how to deal with problems.” He said then nodded to Grant. It was fairly common practice. John pulled out his tablet and the printer in the office started to print. John excused himself for a moment,got the print outs and brought them to him in an envelope. It was all the details he had on the opposition. Where people liked to eat. Who was cheating on who. There were photos even. Along with it was a set of master keys to the capital, though not the executive offices. "This may be helpful as you do research for me," he said as he passed over the file.

"Grant" smiled having an idea what John was up to, but feeling confident enough that it wouldn't come back to him in a negative way. Most surprisingly, was how John did did not seem to react to the statement just issued. "Ah I understand entirely what your saying John, but still I wonder if you understand the gravity of this situation." "Grant" leaned back in the chair and his appearance shifted into that of Adora. "This is who I really am sir, you can call me Raven or Rae."" Reaching over she grabbed a sweet roll and took a few bites chewing slowly and letting out a somewhat audible moan. "So satisfying..John I truly appreciate your level of professionalism and this? " She reached out to accept the envelop opening it to take a peak. "I'm here to help you so anything you believe is within my "capabilities" I'm open for suggestions, honestly John I might be open to almost anyyything you want to give me, so just let me know." She uttered the last part of her statement slowly with emphasis on anything.


John smiled, it had been a long time since a woman gave him a proposition like that. “Well, Ms. Rae,” he stumbled a little on his words. He felt the tug of the spider web and he wasn’t sure if he was the spider or the fly. He pulled out a card and wrote down a private phone number and email address. “Maybe when we get Ivy into the White House,” He said, “we could fix the worlds problems and have some fun too.”
“Let me know if there is anything you need,” John said with a nasty smile.

Adora giggled pleased to see John's reaction as well as his stumbling on the words. She leaned in close and with a little teleknetic 'nudge' brought John and his chair a little closer to her placing a kiss on his cheeks then leaning back. "You just let me know handsome, and the world is ours for the taking. I'm just focused on making sure the 'others' like me don't have a chance to burn it all down before then." With a slight bob of her head to hone her powers on the card it flew from John's hands over to her hand and she placed it in her pocket. "Make America safe again, then I can make your bed shake again? I love the sound of that, oh you'll be needing this won't you?" Not wanting to leave John without some method of contacting her she gave him a Grant Michaels business card on the back was the name Miss Raven, and a number her secured burner phone

John puts the card in his wallet. Just then his phone rang, his boss had a project for him. Ivy was working at getting funding for the project.

Exalted: Fall of Creation

Cilia Cosgair

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Link to Cilia's Sheet

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As she brought in another arm full of wood, she placed it by the fire.
The thunk of a melon hitting the stone and then the swearing, made Cilia giggle a little. It wasn't that she found it funny, well she did a little. But it expressed most effectively the best description of the day. It was a rich person swearing, not quite as vulgar as what she was use to. No one was doing things to sheep or goats or cats.

"Let me look at your head," she said to Fergus as she came close to him. In a tone that indicated this was an order and not a option and staring off his masculine pride protests. She made sure he was okay then she sat down in a way that he could use her lap as a pillow if he wanted. She was alone in a new way. A way she had never known. She needed contact from another living being. She motion to Axley that she could use her as a pillow too, if she wanted. She started to hum, as is the way of women.

The loss of things wasn't pleasing to her. She thought about the loss of the shopkeep that chased her away with a broom in the morning, but left her food when he closed the shop. The wash women that would "loose" some clothing when the seasons were changing to keep her warm. The healer that would send her to pick things when she or the dogs were sick. She thought of the baker that would have her help in the coldest parts of winter so she could sleep near a hearth. She even missed the trader that always said the stuff she found was worthless and placed it in his shop window for ten times what he paid her. She missed the boys that Snow had teaching to watch over the neighborhood, the ones that always let Snow know when she or one of the other girls were in trouble. She really missed sitting in the class with the children as they were learning their letters and listening to stories. She missed her stray dogs. They were all gone and so was her tears.

Magics, the undead, machines that fired shells like they experienced were just stories parents told their children to get them to behave and to keep them away from girls like her. They weren't real and now they were.

Cilia crushed some wild lavender and mint to keep the bugs away. Then she undid the braids of her long hair and rubbed the oils into it to protect them from the flying insects.

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Bubba

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Bubba was enjoying the Brazilian life. Warm beaches, beautiful woman, cheap drinks, and good food. Things started to change when he got the phone call. The Feds had raided their offices and there was a warrant for their arrest. It appears since the wells were not producing, some Joe IQ in blue figured they had stolen the oil from someplace and someone else. He had two brief cases of money, so he had his father could live well for a while.

The young woman rolled over and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
She said, "What's the matter?"
Bubba smiled, knowing she had heard the whole thing. "Someone thinks I am a criminal, but I didn't do anything illegal," he said.

As he tried to change the subject to something more about her, she threw a leg over him and trapped him in the bed till he gave her an honest answer. So he showed her by making a glass of water appear and then disappear, then with beer, and then with oil.

She asked if he could do that with any liquid, he explained any that he understood. She bounced on him with excitement speaking in Portuguese nearly knocking the breath out of him. She started talking about drug shortages and how he hospital needed... For multiple reasons the bouncing made him loose his train of thought.

Later in the day, he found himself in hospital scrubs in the lab looking through a microscope at different liquids. With some effort he was able to produce them. The hardest was blood, it took him twenty tries. But her excitement kept him trying as he worked at it.

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Father Thomas

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When Thomas made it back to his apartment, he found a hand written note from the Bishop. It basically told him that he had till Sunday to find a new place to stay. A committee of the largest donors from across the state was threatening to with hold their money from the church if anyone who had disappeared and came back were found to be working in the church. They deemed that it was not Biblical or natural for a person to have powers like what was being seen. The Bishop had tried to negotiate on the basis of human dignity and they countered with the power of the purse. With the attack on the monastery, the police station, the amount of people being robbed or hurt the argument of dignity fell flat.

His superior knocked on the door with street clothes in his size, there are very few secrets in a religious order. Thomas handed over his cassock. His worldly possessions fit into one duffle bag. They held a service of sending where the brothers prayed for him. He was given money to find a place to stay and for food for a couple weeks. His superior gave him a wonderful letter of recommendation. There were hugs and a promise that when things settled down, he would be welcomed back. Then he was shown the curb.

A couple phone calls, and he was going to be allowed to stay at the junk yard. There was an old shop near the crusher that had lights, heat, and a shower. He could warm things up on the hot plate in the guard’s shack. A ride service driver picked him up, drove him to Walmart.

As he was coming out the alarm went off. He had bought a new phone, sheets, blankets, pillow, and a cot. An African American woman said to her husband, “You can’t trust a white man. They shoplift.” Her husband was an off duty police detective who waved to a patrol car who hit its lights and Thomas was detained. He gave the officer money to pay the driver while he sat in the security office waiting for everyone to show up so they could see the security footage to determine if he had shoplifted or not. An hour later, the officers drove him to the junk yard and let him and his stuff out of the back of the car.

After another phone call, the building was unlocked for him. It was a mess, dusty and full of this and that. An old front loader was stored in there, its engine was in pieces. Thomas figured he could fix it to get out of there. Upstairs was a little office which would become Thomas’ apartment. It had a little porch that looked out at the front gate. Off the back was a half-star hotel where well, he did not want to think about what happened there. A couple bullet holes in the rear wall gave him and indication it wasn’t good though.

After being shown baby pictures and congratulating the guard. Thomas did his best Mickey Mouse, impression making an old broom and clothes start to move. He put fan in the window, the barring had frozen and Thomas put his powers to work as he turned the blade breaking the rust. With a little effort the fan turned freely. When he got it in the window, he put his attention to making it spin. At first he blew air into the building. Then he reversed it making the seals on the door whistle as he blew dust and dirt out the window. For his effort, he got to clean up the office. He organized the papers as best he could then filed them. They hadn’t been looked at for years, since the new office was in use. He would see if they could be moved over there.

Sheets were placed on the windows. As he laid on the cot, he thought about the marionettes that he saw made on the Youtube videos. He thought about each part that needed to be made. The body parts he imagined being made in glass. The first few were hard to make. As the day went along they became easier and he could form them with one thought. He found he could make them move easier than creating them. When a bullet bounced off the back of the building, he decided that he should put some armor back there to deflect the bullets. He spent the two days getting settled into the place, working the guard shack, watching how it is made type videos and cleaning.

When the owner came to check on him, he hit him up for paint for the walls. He also was shown a backroom that had a safe that weighed enough that it couldn’t be moved without the forklift. It was the owner’s fathers and the combination was lost with his dad. Thomas asked if he could try to open it for him. He would work on that.

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Ally Olsen

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Ally had just made it to Atlanta and checked into the university housing. She had an exciting day planned of sitting in line at the DMV and opening a checking account. Then with any luck hitting the Atlanta club scene to maybe find this rapper that was disrupting things in a major way.

Her forged documents were good, her identity was good. A plan in the Department of Health and Human Services had placed her birth certificate into the system. She died from a heart condition shortly afterwards. Ally’s cover story was that she was born in a village in a very remote part of Alaska that was settled by Russian immigrants. She had been home schooled and had gotten in trouble for under age drinking when she was twelve and sixteen. There was a picture of her as a child with a bear she had shot. Her people had even constructed a Facebook and pinterest identities for her. She had hated making the duck face poses, but the sexy clothes and beach pictures were all right.

It was suggested that she get a touring bike as she was going to adventure ride across the US and Canada. She bought a black crotch rocket with motorcycle luggage that strapped on the back and a black leather book bag. What twenty-something would take a slower heavy bike over a lighter faster one. Her black leathers were reinforces with Kevlar and her helmet had technology stolen from Japan. Nice heads up display, Bluetooth speakers. In her bag was the rest of the tech for the bike. A good camera that would allow her to see heat signatures at night, don’t want to hit a deer and cameras to allow her to see behind her in the blind spots.

A second bag contained her laptop, her side arm and ammo, two tasers, and some tools of her trade. She repacked them when she got out of town.

Her mission was to disrupt the political scene. She was mostly on her own. She knew she was not the only agent in the U.S.A. There were two in Las Angeles, one in Chicago, two in New York, and she got Atlanta. Mainly because her father was there, she did not know the man.

On the morning news, it appeared that her job was going to be easy. The bombing of a police station, attacks on a church and monastery in Savannah, a woman that changed size and crushed cars, and a couple attacks on people that were believed to be “enhanced.” To make matters more interesting, hospitals refusing to treat people they believed to be “enhanced.”

She pulled on a thin white blouse to wear under her leather jacket with a leather skirt. She tucked a taser in her coat pocket and she was ready to go.

Governor Ivy

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Ivy had been down to Savanna while the flames were still burning in the church. She got her camera appearance and told people to call and put pressure on the legislators to pass the registration bill. On her way back she was informed of some hospitals not treating people believed and schools districts taking actions on their own against students that were rumored to be Enhanced.

Ivy informed her Attorney General to put pressure on those where not following the rule of law and give people due process. Schools, hospitals, any that were not following the law would be dealt with by the courts. She asked her Chief of Staff to look into finding a hospital that would treat the enhanced; she suggested that the state take control of Southwest Atlanta Hospital which has been closed for over ten years. It was a small hospital of around 200 beds. But it had an emergency room, operating rooms and could be secured. She had reported on it when it was closed. It was in a rough African American neighborhood. The crazy thought of maybe that rapper could help get people to help protect the hospital, she thought for a moment and realized it would be political suicide.

When word came to her that the legislature could not get the votes needed and the police station blew up. Ivy did some public and private things. The first was to declare a state of emergency and establish a rapid response force of officer and National Guard forces to deal with the enhanced individuals. She also authorized the purchase of non-lethal equipment that would immobilize enhanced people that were acting criminally. The military had sonic weapons, gel rounds, gas grenades, foam hardening shells, pepper spray, and other things that could used to take down the strongest and toughest criminals they were facing. If needed, tradition lethal force could be used as a last resort in order to protect lives. She wanted the enhanced alive so they could figure out what happened to make them this way.

Publicly she announced the creation of a rapid response force that was not going to be under the command of the State Police. It was going to be under the National Guard and establishing a civilian task force to study the best ways to deal with the different powers as they encountered them. Doctors, law enforcement, scientists, engineers, and of course a couple lawyers were to make up the team. John Brown was going to be given a lead role, as her Chief of Staff was going to be busy with other matters. She was also activating elements of the guard to serve in this role. Others would be mobilized to help with the recovery efforts in Atlanta and Savannah (meaning they were not going to be policing). They would be called on to help keep the mobs from rioting.

Ivy started to spin the people against the Bomber. She read the names of the officers, staff, the inmates, and the children that were killed or injured in the building. She showed pictures of the families that were hurt by the action. She also made a point that who ever did this killed and hurt many poorer African-American families in that neighborhood as family members would never becoming home. Children would have one less parent or two. She let people know that if they found children that were in need to contact their church, the American Red Cross, Catholic Charities, or the Salvation Army. She knew that telling them to call social services was not going to go over well.

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John Brown

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At 3 am, John got a phone call from one of his informants in the state police. John had greased the wheels for a an equipment request. It made it through a bill on a rider, hidden from sight for most people. This is how John worked, quietly pulling the strings behind the scenes.

“Hey, John just wanted to give you a heads up. There was an attack on the Benedictine Monastery down in Savannah. The Church and the Monastery are both burning and a mob has formed after. They believe it was an attack by “enhanced” individuals,” the officer said. After the conversation, John called his boss and Ivy to let them know what was going on and to get Ivy down to Savanah to get in front of the cameras while there were still flames coming from the building.

On the television, a report came in that the rouge scientist had been found dead near the Baltimore Harbor. Not much more detail was given, just that the man hunt was over.