In one of my first days as Director, Slider stopped by and invited those of us in the office to lunch with her and Corbin. I should have known there were too many novas in one place for it to just be an ordinary lunch.
It ended up being me, Metal, Mothman, Fireguard, and, of course, Slider and Corbin. Slider got called away early on by T2M business. After about ten minutes or so, Mothman heads to the restroom, and comes out covered in blood, talking on his phone. While trying to keep the restaurant calm, I soon found out that someone was trying to blackmail Mothman into doing a concert for him, and issueing some kind of apology, and had shot a waitress to prove he was "serious."
After he shot two more people (Fireguard was able to save one of them), we started to put the concert together. During that time, we tried to find the guy, but he was no where nearby. And, there were no bullets. I started to think he must be a nova...somewhere else. But we had no idea where to start looking.
After the concert, Jimmy called and had another demand (and let us know his name). He wanted 50 million dollars, in two hours. Tess and Mothman tried to distract him by playing new songs, while the rest of us left to look for him, but it didn't work for long enough, and Jimmy started shooting again. He did briefly appear as some sort of apparition, and it gave me an idea.
I gave Mothman and Tess my corporate card, and sent them to the bank to try and get the money together. Between the two of them, they would make such a production it should keep Jimmy distracted. With them gone (Fireguard accompanied them), Corbin and I went in search of Jimmy.
Between consulting with Mothman's manager, and cross referencing some databases, we found out our likely suspect was a student at GWU. When we got to his dorm, however, he had moved out. We ended up chasing him across the city, from one place to the next, until we finally came upon him in a ratty apartment in SE. When we entered, we saw a boy, covered in blood, in front of his computer, with a gun and a cell phone next to him. The last number he had dialed was Mothman's, and on the computer screen was a letter saying that Mothman wouldn't be able to play at Jimmy's party.
I called Mothman, and he said they were in a fight in the bank with the "psychic" Jimmy. Unfortunately, I wasn't sure that disrupting Jimmy's powers wouldn't kill him with the wound he had. I called an ambulance, and some paraphysicians, and hoped. Corbin assisted with some basic first aid, the best medical knowledge either of us had.
Luckily, Jimmy survived being disrupted, and the ambulance took him away to the Utopia compound.
Being in charge isn't all it's cracked up to be. For a while, I had no idea what to do, and felt like everyone was looking at me to fix it.
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