Rybaer
First Post
The Hightower Convention Center Ballroom, Downtown, Coast City
April 16
21:23
The cops listen and seem to accept the story in light of the physical evidence.
One of the convention attendees, a well-dressed gentleman in his late 40's or early 50's whom Professor Fate recognizes as Werner Schwartzeit, vouches for the accuracy of their story...as much as he witnessed, anyway.
"Yeah, I think I do recall hearing about you," one of the cops says when Professor Fate introduces himself.
Another cop seems to take the lead for the others. "Okay, if we're dealing with a possible mutant plague, I agree that this room must be contained. The doors are sealed with some sort of metal from the outside, so I don't think it should be too difficult. This door and those holes in the floor seem to be the only access points."
He turns to one of his fellow cops. "You go get some other men and start securing the floor above and below this. I'll see about getting some doctors in here. There should be a couple EMS units here already. I expect the CDC will probably get involved at some point. Ugh, this could get messy."
To the other cop, he says, "I want you to stay here and keep an eye on things for the moment. Don't let anyone out."
He turns back to the heroes. "Thanks for taking these guys on," he says as he surveys the scene once more. "I'm not sure how well we could have handled them. I just hope no one dies as a result, or you guys might find yourselves in a heap of legal problems. You know how people like to sue these days.
"As long as you have to stay here for the quarantine, can you guys keep an eye on the disease fellow over there as well as the two guys you've got cornered in this metal ball? We'll call out to the other units in the area to watch for that centipede woman you mentioned."
Two cops leave to deal with their tasks while the third, the youngest looking of the three, is left behind to watch from the kitchen doorway. Most of the convention-goers are quietly watching the proceedings or talking in hushed tones on their cell phones. Some, however, are starting to express anger at the heroes for their role in causing Pestilence to unleash his power. Their comments are just an undercurrent at the moment, but there is a sense that they might build to a fervor...especially among those who are watching a loved one suffering and wondering whether they will even survive.
Meanwhile, the metal sphere has expanded to the limits of the ceiling - making it about 25' in diamether. It rests quiet and inert for a while.
From his position near the kitchen door, the cop starts to take an interest in something he's seeing through one of the holes in the floor. His face pales. He looks back up at Granite and the others. "Uh, guys," he says, "I think they're coming out the bottom of that thing."
Looking through one of the holes, everyone can see that a five foot diameter metal tube reaches from the ceiling of the masseuss' office to the floor. It is situated directly under the giant sphere in the ballroom.
April 16
21:23
The cops listen and seem to accept the story in light of the physical evidence.
One of the convention attendees, a well-dressed gentleman in his late 40's or early 50's whom Professor Fate recognizes as Werner Schwartzeit, vouches for the accuracy of their story...as much as he witnessed, anyway.
"Yeah, I think I do recall hearing about you," one of the cops says when Professor Fate introduces himself.
Another cop seems to take the lead for the others. "Okay, if we're dealing with a possible mutant plague, I agree that this room must be contained. The doors are sealed with some sort of metal from the outside, so I don't think it should be too difficult. This door and those holes in the floor seem to be the only access points."
He turns to one of his fellow cops. "You go get some other men and start securing the floor above and below this. I'll see about getting some doctors in here. There should be a couple EMS units here already. I expect the CDC will probably get involved at some point. Ugh, this could get messy."
To the other cop, he says, "I want you to stay here and keep an eye on things for the moment. Don't let anyone out."
He turns back to the heroes. "Thanks for taking these guys on," he says as he surveys the scene once more. "I'm not sure how well we could have handled them. I just hope no one dies as a result, or you guys might find yourselves in a heap of legal problems. You know how people like to sue these days.
"As long as you have to stay here for the quarantine, can you guys keep an eye on the disease fellow over there as well as the two guys you've got cornered in this metal ball? We'll call out to the other units in the area to watch for that centipede woman you mentioned."
Two cops leave to deal with their tasks while the third, the youngest looking of the three, is left behind to watch from the kitchen doorway. Most of the convention-goers are quietly watching the proceedings or talking in hushed tones on their cell phones. Some, however, are starting to express anger at the heroes for their role in causing Pestilence to unleash his power. Their comments are just an undercurrent at the moment, but there is a sense that they might build to a fervor...especially among those who are watching a loved one suffering and wondering whether they will even survive.
Meanwhile, the metal sphere has expanded to the limits of the ceiling - making it about 25' in diamether. It rests quiet and inert for a while.
From his position near the kitchen door, the cop starts to take an interest in something he's seeing through one of the holes in the floor. His face pales. He looks back up at Granite and the others. "Uh, guys," he says, "I think they're coming out the bottom of that thing."
Looking through one of the holes, everyone can see that a five foot diameter metal tube reaches from the ceiling of the masseuss' office to the floor. It is situated directly under the giant sphere in the ballroom.