Scene: Kings Row Sewer Entrance, Kings Row.
Martinez doesn't seem to hear the first part of what Strix says as she orchestrates the work load, "You can dig? That's great, we need all the diggers we can get...Geomancer is still about an hour away...so..."
Her voice trails off before her face reddens as she exclaims, "Mercenary services? Wait, no...NO! Look here, buddy...I don't know what PLANET you come from, but this right here is a crime scene. The ONLY people I want here are the PPD, EMTs, Hero Corps or the goddamn US Army Corp of Engineers. The LAST thing I need is for some third party agency to go poking around that I can't claim full accountability for! Lieutenant, take this guy downtown for questioning...where'd he come from anyways?"
One of Martinez's Anti-Mutant Squad approaches saying, "Well, he figured you represent 'human authorities'. I'm guessing he didn't come from a human?"
"Get him OUT OF HERE!" Martinez roars and the A-M Squadie beckons Strix.
"Hookay, c'mon buddy, she's in a mood...got a nice spot for you downtown. I'll even give you a free lift in that car over there, you'll have to ride in back though...just think of me as your own personal chauffeur. It'll be great!" he beams as he gestures to one of the patrol cars parked along the parameter.
"Vanguard? This is Martinez with the PPD." she says into her mic while the Squadie attempts to get Strix to go along with him peacefully, "We got some...thing...heading downtown that slipped past your network. You wanna send a rep to deal with this or am I gonna have to do Grey's job for her?"
"I'll take 'im, Mar..." interrupts the blonde heroine formerly sprawled on the gurney, rubbing her head as she approaches. "Need to head to HQ to get checked...out...hey, where'd that chinaman go? He gives GREAT scalp messages!"
Martinez rolls her eyes saying, "Fine, you do that...but I want you back on site on the double. We need your muscles..."
"Always about my muscles..." Galaxy-Gal grumbles, "...it's never, 'Hey, we need your winning personailty' or 'Hey, we could use your impeccable sense of style'..."
"I think you look great!" chimes the Squadie.
"Stop staring at my ass, you pervert!" she snaps at the Squadie before turning to Strix, "So you're some kind of alien, huh? I work with aliens! Just between you and me, 'alien' is such a subjective term...I mean, if I went to Alpha Centauri...I'd be the alien, am I right? Don't worry about Martinez, she's had a rough evening...guess we all have. You okay with flying? Pffft...of course you are. You didn't swim to Earth, right?"
...but before Gee-Gee can lay a hand on Strix to rocket them both away, she freezes and says off to the side, "Martinez, get your squad ready...I got eyes on target..."
"What?...where?" Martinez blurts.
"There!" Gee-Gee exclaims pointing at the rooftop where Roulette stands, "She was there when I was on the verge of apprehending the Mole!" Her eyes flare as she begins to lift off the ground with clenched fists throbbing with energy, "She helped him Get AWAY!"
"Oh...shit..." mutters the Squadie as Martinez reaches out towards Galaxy-Gal, "Gee-Gee! Wait! Don't! STAND DOWN!"
Gee-Gee seems to have neither heard, nor cared to acknowledge, a single word Martinez said as she rockets towards Roulette's position and shouts, "YOU THERE! ON the GROUND with your hands BEHIND your head - NOW!" Without pause, she blasts a nearby rooftop billboard to smithereens showering the rooftop with flaming bits of detritus and cinders! "THAT was your WARNING shot! I'm -NOT- gonna to repeat myself!!!" she roars.
***
Crimson Fury couldn't be more timely as Daniel Essex finds flaunting his telekinetic power to nearly be his undoing as relief crews are delayed due to the late night traffic jam. Even though capable of performing truly monumental feats of telekinetic prowess, like supporting an unstable business complex, what Daniel lacked...was the endurance capacity to maintain such a feat overlong periods of time. The complex groans ominously and shudders as immediate first responders scatter, though stabilizes once more with CF's assistance. Daniel gets a much needed reprieve as emergency crews cheer.
"Way to go, CF!"
"Who's the other guy?"
"A freakin' mutie..." says one of the workers as he spits.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, man...give it it rest..."
"Seriously?"
"Now's not the time..."
"-WHEN-?!?" replies the worker so loudly, it actually causes a momentary pause, "TAKE A LOOK AROUND! IF NOT -NOW-!!!...-WHEN-?!?"
"Dude, he's helping us out!"
"AND?!?..." replies the worker loudly, "...Want me to throw him a TREAT or somethin'?!? That's like rewarding a DOG for licking up the VOMIT that some OTHER DOG puked all over your carpet!"
"That's ENOUGH, Jimmy!" states the lead foreman as he arrives.
"The HELL it is!..." roars Jimmy in response as a couple of workers restrain him, "...Because the fact of the matter is...there wouldn't have been a problem if DOGS weren't ALLOWED on the carpet in the first place!"
"That's it, Jimmy! Go home...you're done!" shouts the lead foreman as interposes himself between the worker and Daniel.
"FUCK you, man!...didn't wanna work with no freakin' mutie anyhow!" he says as he throws off his helmet and spits on the rubble strewn ground.
"Go Jimmy!" repeats the foreman sternly.
"Can't wait for Senator Goddard's reelection..." Jimmy cries over his shoulder as the other two workers, who likewise quit, lead him away.
"Get him OUT of here!" shouts the foreman.
"YOU'LL see!..." Jimmy shouts explicitly towards Daniel.
Both Daniel and CF can hear a not-so-distant explosion as if to accentuate the departing worker's words...
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:47, Fri 11 Aug 2023.