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Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
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People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!

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Tori controlled the yoke of the aircraft as instructions came in. They were being diverted by Kiva to Quantico, Virginia. Two fighter jets came along side them to give them an escort in. The first squawked her, “What’s a pretty lady like you doing up her all alone?”
The boys had the advantage, they could out turn her, fly faster than her, and they had weapons on their rails.
She replied back, “So do I get a helmet and a call sign?”
“Yep, Your string Bikini,” The military pilot said with a straight face.
“Maybe layer you’ll want to take a ride in the second seat in a real jet?,” he teased.
“Got to get Pappa home first,” she said in a flirty voice.

The second fighter broke in, “Bikini clime to Angels 6 and join blue squad. Wolf we got incoming from our 4 o’clock. Looks like a mutant.” Both fighters broke hard and Tori did a fast climb, spilling some drinks. A blast of energy came across the sky missing the plane. To more fighters came from above and joined the pursuit of the mutant. Tori ran for safety as the dogfight started.


Tori smiled as she put down her Uncle’s Credit Card for the rental of a small jet. She loved it when her Uncle let her fly. She was going to be flying the Deputy Director for the New York field office and a handful of the MRD agents. Two sedated mutants were also being flown down to Quantico for experimentation, but she did not know this.

After the slip ran through and her endorsements checked, she walked out to inspect the plain doing what every pilot does. She inspected every part of the plain. When the hatch was open for cargo, she went into check the maintenance logs while “paperwork” was loaded.

Kiva had selected her to get her pilots license and the endorsement. As a government agent, things could be moved around by her with little trouble. She barely noticed as to caskets were slid into the cargo hold. Then boxes of research for the scientists at Quantico.

The two of them waited at the steps as black suvs pulled up to let the officials out. They were using it as a training drill on protecting important people so they scanned and watched. This part made her feel like they were gangsters.

That ended quickly when a couple of her passengers started talking about how cut the flight attendant. The Director gave her a look to stand down as he boarded the ramp.

When they all boarded Tori and her partner pulled the steps in and latched the door.
“You go attend to them,” she said in a tone dragging her New York Spanish accent letting him know she was pissed.
Then she headed into the cockpit and prepared for takeoff. She called the FAA office to get priority clearance down to Washington National, knowing they would get redirected to Quantico.

Before they went wheels up, Tori made a point of telling the Carew they were about ready to takeoff. The flight time plus five minutes and that there were a few thunderstorms between New York and DC.
She ended her message with, “Thank you for flying on Chicka Air.”

They rolled down the taxiway and stopped at the landing line. She did not need to, this was a jet and she wanted to, well, be a jerk. She upped the throttles and when they got to speed she released the brakes letting the plane leap forward and throw itself down the runway leaping into the air. When they were off the ground and safe, she retracted the landing gear and announced wheels up, the international command to raid the aircraft bar.

The autopilot clicked in and steered them out and on the course down the coast.
I don’t have a pick for her yet. Doing this on my phone. It stinks trying to edit there. It rolled on an Marvel Character generator site!!

Her powers are from a head trauma caused by the mutant attack.

She is a non-mutant.


Andrew Hernandez/ Showstopper - TWIN CITIES ARMY AMMUNITION PLANT NEW BRIGHTON MINNESOTA




Tony Philips whispered, “Dude, we are going to get caught.” He was dressed in an Hazmat suit with an EPA symbol over the heart and back.
“Shhhhsh,” Andrew Hernandez said back looking at the crates and holding a Geiger Counter. And scanning the boxes. They kept away from the hot zone boxes till they came to the material that had been processed.

This is the stuff he said clamping a vice grip with a welded chain to in and heading back to the portal.
“They will kill us if they catch us,” Tony whispered as they walked back to the portal.
Andrew whispered, “I would be more worried about my Dad.” He would have also mentioned Wong and he worried about microphones.

All hell was going to break loose when the winches started pulling the bar through the portal. One rod weighed about eight hundred pounds and were almost fourteen feet in length. Tony had rigged three winches that would pull the whole thing through in about ten seconds, if their timing was right.

Tony stepped through the portal and pushed the green control button. Slowly at first then as the chain started to rattle then come under load, the bar started sliding. Andrew moved his right hand pointer finger to his forehead and held his left hand out like a fighting strike willing the portal to stay open.

The clank of the bar was loud setting off an alarm, ten seconds later the doors opened as a guard came to check the noise. There was about two feet of the rod left to go through as he pulled his side arm and sent a round down range. Tony dived for the portal as the bullet sized past where he was. He did not want to haze the suit punctured with that much radiation around. The bullet pinged off a steal beam back in the lab. As he beam clanked into he lab and he rolled across the floor, the portal closed.

Tony let out a yelp.
“They were shooting live bullets at us,” he said in a loud voice.
“You were not complaining when we spent the weekend in Vegas or went to beach in Mexico when we had a snow day,” Andrew said.
Andrew moved towards the rod, bringing up a magic circle. This one was fueled by the radiation consuming it. Channeling it into a cylindrical object that was glowing from the power. In an hour the rob would be ready to be milled into the last parts of his exoskeleton.
“Depleted Uranium, it is what they use to make tank buster and bunker busters,” Andrew said. It would make the arms, legs, and joints just about unbreakable. The guy in the suit was still flesh and blood.

There would be no trace of radiation when the feds finally got around to checking this place. He figured the two of them would be safe as long as his identity held.

On the lab computer the news of agents and mutations battling in the streets of New York caught their attention. Tony ran to grab his cellular phone. After pressing some keys.
“Shit,” he exclaimed.
“They are fighting at my old man’s furniture warehouse,” he continued dealing powerless.

The two of them looked at each other.
Andrew smiled and looked at him, “Remember the Dresden Files.”
“The part about running away is sometimes heroic? Your not Harry you know.” Tony said.
Andrew laughed.
“That would be my Dad. No, always be prepared and we are going to turn the Chaos up to eleven like Molly,” Andrew said.

Andrew knew that he would not be able to throw power like his father. He did not have his artifacts or cloak. That is why he needed the suit. It would allow him to keep up with some of the rough and tough people that were terrorizing everyone.

Andrew was not powerful enough to take them out. But he could foil some of their plans. he would get stronger but he still had a lot to learn.
From what I am seeing, I was post Grad school when this came out!

I might get it and read it to my kids though!
I would throw up some interest. Have not read the books though.




Need help with a nickname for Andrew. Tempted to go with Showboat.


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