SAP Headquarters
Metal Mistress, Straightjacket, Neutron
The ISA SWAT members relax once it's clear there are a lot of EPIC members here to vouch for Sanjay. The assistant Sanjay indicates stays relatively hidden and you can't get a good look at her. The driver you met earlier, Vida, lays on the floor, dark veins crossing all areas of exposed skin. As for Sanjay, while he is obviously believes himself recovered, his silver skin is also marred by darkened veins and his hospital gown is pretty much ruined.
Ina is filming away, keeping out of the way but obviously recording for a story later. With a brief shimmer, the force field around the floor shuts down, which should allow you to get any help up here that you need now that the situation is under control.
"That's all fine and all, sport," Cosmo says. "But who is SAP was behind this? It's not like the entire company is evil or anything. Right?"
"Yeah," agrees Tara. "Who was behind all this, and why the heck would they want to still have that virus anyway?"
Speed Demon, Johan
Johan, try as you might, you can't make out what the silver flash was from forty stories down. It vanishes as quickly as it appeared. You also notice with a quick scan of the area that the other people that had been in the room when it exploded are not with you now. It's a simple matter of deduction to figure out where they would be now.
Speed Demon manages to get under the falling woman and get his whirlwind going barely in time. She still hits the ground hard enough to drive the breath from her, but it saves her any serious harm. As you stop your whirlwind and move over to help her, you find that the stunned and winded woman is none other than Allison Vaile! Her clothing is disheveled from the fall, as is her hair, but you have no doubt the bruises on her face and arms are not the result falling at all.
While several of the officers still near you come over to offer assistance and others assist the newly arrived EMT's with the other injured people, Johan notices one of the officers who appears to hold a higher rank, pulls out a phone of some sort and starts quietly, obvious in his attempt to not draw attention to himself. It strikes you as odd because he isn't using his police communicator he's wearing.
October 26, 2120
Dover, England -- The York Estate
X12
"Yes, I spoke with him yesterday. Damn odd," he says, as the butler approaches.
"Good day, sir," the butler says dryly but politely. "Master York has informed me that you're presence is no longer required today."
"No longer required?" says Thunder with some surprise. "You realize I have his son's body here and simply wish to express to him our..."
The rest of the conversation is momentarily lost to you. Glancing into a window nearby you swear you see Kevin walk by it. You actually rub your eyes, but when you look again, there is a different teen walking by with a strong family resemblance, but definitely not Kevin.
"... and I think it would be best if we were to see him. Immediately," Thunder finishes with authority.
Jason Alfredsson York
You and Kevin make your way to your father's study and private workshops. Knocking, your father opens the door.
"Jason, Kevin, there you are. Mr. Tynes said we should wait for you two to get here. Come in," he says in a businesslike tone. "I was just showing Mr. Tynes some of my latest equipment."
Mr. Tynes nods your way in recognition as your father begins showing some items you've never seen before. There is a nanobot injector, lightweight armor and weapons and a variety of other interesting gadgets.
"All brand new items that should meet your requirements," he says as he completes the brief show-and-tell.
"Yeah, looks pretty good. Kev was right; you are pretty high tech. I'll take the lot."
"Well then," your father says as Kevin checks out one of the weapons casually. "Let's talk about payment, shall we Mr. Tynes?"
"Payment?" the black man laughs. "Who said anything about payin' for this?" he adds as a powerful suit of body armor starts forming over him, his clothes transforming into the metal armor before your eyes. "Anarchy takes what they want," he says almost cheerfully as his helm clanks into place over his head. A pair of miniature turret mounted chain guns slide into place on his shoulders while arm cannons are evident on his forearms. From his side, you can see the jets that undoubtedly allow him to fly. You recognize him immediately as Tank from the terrorist organization of Anarchy.
"Now sit down and shut up, and I may just keep my promise to Kev to not kill you two," he says, his voice now a more metalic sounding copy of his normal booming one.
"That'd be swell, Tank," Kevin says familiarly, without any hint of being surprised.