A scene from the life.
Dr. Primoris, a level 15 Mutation Blaster, settled to the ground in front of Jim Temblor, an angry young man, and opened his mouth.
He never got the chance to say what he'd come to say. "I got a call from Fusionette. She told me that she's fine, thanks to you. So I owe you for that. She also said that the Lost did have the tape, but now that some Lost leader called Kurse has it. And then she told me that she's going to go get it by herself."
That last sentence was the only thing that wasn't part of the message Primoris (né Michael Daemon Donighal) had been planning to deliver. "Sounds like the young lady's quite determined."
"Yeah, impulsive. She's in no shape to fight again, it's too soon. All I wanted was to find out what happened to my Dad. I didn't want her to get hurt doing it."
"Thoughtful of you, Jim," said Primoris, "but I somehow doubt one of the Nuclear 90 can be dissuaded that easily."
"Probably not, but I have to try anyway. For her sake. Thanks for helping, Dr. Primoris. I know I can be kinda hard to get along with, but, ah, thanks."
"You're quite welcome," Michael replied. "And I don't mind. You've been through a lot."
"Y'know? You're the second person who's ever said that to me. Here." Temblor held up a cellular phone. "If we're going to be working together, we'll need to stay in touch."
"Good thinking." Michael retrieved his FBSA-issued multicomm from his jacket pocket and pointed it at the phone. The devices made contact with a few quick beeps; now, they'd be able to contact each other no matter where in the city they might be. "And now, if you'll excuse me... I'm going to go do some favors for another friend."
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BOOM!
The little mechanical pest collapsed, with that faint sound of machinery winding down that they all made. Michael swooped down and extracted a power source from the wreckage. It seemed to have been damaged in the fight, but hopefully, there'd be enough of it for the Hero Corps rep over in Steel Canyon to study. Luckily, he had Ms. Saramago's cellular number loaded into his multicomm already. It took only a few button-presses to call her up. "Colleen? It's Dr. Primoris. I've got that Clockwork power source, and I'll be faxing it to you... now." He aimed the multicomm at the power source and pressed a button, and the city's teleport grid did the rest.
"Thank you very much. I'm sure this will help me understand the Clockwork better. I'll let you know what I discover."
"I'll be listening." The multicomm started to vibrate in Michael's hand. "Oops! Incoming call! I'll get back to you!" He hung up and checked the comm's screen. The paging was from Jim, unsurprisingly enough. The boy was only a short distance away, so it was no trouble at all to swoop over to him. "What's the 411?" he asked, not caring how poseuresque he might sound.
Luckily, Jim had neither the time nor the inclination to razz him for it. "Fusionette's gone after the tape of the battle with Faultline on her own, and she's gonna get herself killed. Look, you've already helped me out a lot, and this is a lot to ask of anyone, but you may be the only one who can help her!"
"It's no trouble at all, I assure you.
"'Nettie didn't tell me where she was going, but I heard of this Kurse guy when I was investigating the Lost. I know where he often hangs out. I can show you where you need to go."
"That sounds useful indeed." Again, it was a short flight to Kurse's hideaway, in an underground parking garage practically under the nose of the mystical Asian heroine Mirror Spirit. Michael opened the door and stepped through...
...but wasn't at all expecting to end up where he did.
He never got the chance to say what he'd come to say. "I got a call from Fusionette. She told me that she's fine, thanks to you. So I owe you for that. She also said that the Lost did have the tape, but now that some Lost leader called Kurse has it. And then she told me that she's going to go get it by herself."
That last sentence was the only thing that wasn't part of the message Primoris (né Michael Daemon Donighal) had been planning to deliver. "Sounds like the young lady's quite determined."
"Yeah, impulsive. She's in no shape to fight again, it's too soon. All I wanted was to find out what happened to my Dad. I didn't want her to get hurt doing it."
"Thoughtful of you, Jim," said Primoris, "but I somehow doubt one of the Nuclear 90 can be dissuaded that easily."
"Probably not, but I have to try anyway. For her sake. Thanks for helping, Dr. Primoris. I know I can be kinda hard to get along with, but, ah, thanks."
"You're quite welcome," Michael replied. "And I don't mind. You've been through a lot."
"Y'know? You're the second person who's ever said that to me. Here." Temblor held up a cellular phone. "If we're going to be working together, we'll need to stay in touch."
"Good thinking." Michael retrieved his FBSA-issued multicomm from his jacket pocket and pointed it at the phone. The devices made contact with a few quick beeps; now, they'd be able to contact each other no matter where in the city they might be. "And now, if you'll excuse me... I'm going to go do some favors for another friend."
0 0 0
BOOM!
The little mechanical pest collapsed, with that faint sound of machinery winding down that they all made. Michael swooped down and extracted a power source from the wreckage. It seemed to have been damaged in the fight, but hopefully, there'd be enough of it for the Hero Corps rep over in Steel Canyon to study. Luckily, he had Ms. Saramago's cellular number loaded into his multicomm already. It took only a few button-presses to call her up. "Colleen? It's Dr. Primoris. I've got that Clockwork power source, and I'll be faxing it to you... now." He aimed the multicomm at the power source and pressed a button, and the city's teleport grid did the rest.
"Thank you very much. I'm sure this will help me understand the Clockwork better. I'll let you know what I discover."
"I'll be listening." The multicomm started to vibrate in Michael's hand. "Oops! Incoming call! I'll get back to you!" He hung up and checked the comm's screen. The paging was from Jim, unsurprisingly enough. The boy was only a short distance away, so it was no trouble at all to swoop over to him. "What's the 411?" he asked, not caring how poseuresque he might sound.
Luckily, Jim had neither the time nor the inclination to razz him for it. "Fusionette's gone after the tape of the battle with Faultline on her own, and she's gonna get herself killed. Look, you've already helped me out a lot, and this is a lot to ask of anyone, but you may be the only one who can help her!"
"It's no trouble at all, I assure you.
"'Nettie didn't tell me where she was going, but I heard of this Kurse guy when I was investigating the Lost. I know where he often hangs out. I can show you where you need to go."
"That sounds useful indeed." Again, it was a short flight to Kurse's hideaway, in an underground parking garage practically under the nose of the mystical Asian heroine Mirror Spirit. Michael opened the door and stepped through...
...but wasn't at all expecting to end up where he did.