Chapter 4

sorry this took so long to update. I rewrote this chapter multiple times and at the end just gave up in making it "perfect". If you read my newest chapter in my snippets you'll see the reason for this.

possibly one more chapter left after this.

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Earth Bet

Brockton Bay

3.1.2011 8:42pm

okay, soo it would seem like I have made a mistake...

but in doing so I have made a great discovery.

And by that I am referring to my Doctor Strange episode that happened due to the interaction of mine and Vista's powers.

With that experience, now I am aware of the true properties of my main tool, outside of its main uses.

I now have a pretty solid plan of how to deal with the big golden idiot.

I just need a bit of help... okay no, I need a lot of help, recourses and information only a few handful have in this reality.

thus I wish to get in contact with the Big Pot.

sadly, once again calling out to Contessa or even telling Cauldron secrets to anyone I see doesn't bring them to me.

thus I decided to ruin one of their experiments and take care of the Slaughter Hoes 9.

but for that, I need to get to the other side of the country, which requires resources of its own.

and even with saving most of my paychecks, I still only got a bit over 1k as I haven't been working for long.

Thus I need to be a bit active within the criminal underworld of this city... 'or would it be overworld considering how open these guys are about their crimes?'

That is why I am now covered in dark clothing from head to toe and resting on a third floor wall of a safehouse in Empire territory.

with my awareness expanded to at least 10 meters around me at all times, I don't need much, if any, protection. and the nerf blaster.

Modified after watching a few DIY videos online, to better cycle the darts and have more accuracy, as the power aspect isn't really necessary.

as it is still winter, its already dark out, thus I don't have to fear any of the Empire mooks catching sight of me.

now would be the time to quote the "nobody looks up" speech, but in this crappy world that is a lie, especially in Brockton Bay, where there is a literal TEAM of flyers, a teleporter who hangs out on the high ground for better maneuverability and a Batman wannabe.

But, but, that only means, that they will be looking at the skies and roofs... not the walls :)

around 40 minutes of waiting around, there seem to be some new shipment coming into the warehouse.

which is good for me, bad for everyone else involved.

I wait a bit longer, so as many people are inside the building as possible.

and when that happens, suddenly the Empire mooks find themselves with a severe case of clumsiness, and it appears to be quite contagious.

soon everyone of them is laid across the ground either writhing in pain, or unconscious. sliding around like DvD screensavers.

with my enemies out of commission, I slide down from the wall, making my way into the warehouse and scan for cash.

The Endbringer attack and the run in with the local parahumans, have got me into thinking about my future. what my goals are and what I need to do to achieve them.

and my goal? its to see my family again.

what am I willing to achieve it?

anything. I will be seeing them, one way or another.

no more hiding.

I'm going all in.

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Earth Bet

Brockton Bay

5.2.2011 3:22pm

POV:?

I had my eyes on the target, he was resting and enjoying a lunch break at a park bench near Captain's Hill.

The Boss, asked (read: ordered) me to have a "chat" with our (soon to be) newest recruit. he also sent a squad of mercenaries to make sure our new friend agreed to the terms of service.

heh.

He has been making some noise this last month. taking out drug dens and warehouses left and right, emptying them of all cash and explosives.

There were some talks within the PRT about him killing Hookwolf, but they haven't confirmed anything yet. Boss had me look through the files and I can confirm that he didn't kill Hookwolf, at least directly.

He's been tagged as Shaker 6 and Mover 2 on the threat assessment.

short range Friction manipulation, I don't know what use the boss has for that.

Well here goes nothing, as long as I stay still I'm going to be immune to his power.

leisurely walking up to the target, I take a sit next to him on the bench, that he's having lunch at.

"Kade Amiran," There is no need to soft sell here, he won't listen. But strangely he didn't seem to react at all to the name. "you've been doing fantastic work around the bay recently. But you have stepped on one too many toes,"

still no reaction, I can't even tell if he's paying attention or not! He's just eating a sandwich and loudly slurping some soup.

coughing to get his attention, I continue my brilliant sales pitch "but I work for someone, that can get you out of this situation." Clearing my throat, I check to see if he's paying attention with my power. The answer seems to be a tentative yes.

"The man I work with, is quite influential, with enough resources to control Brockton Bay from the shad-"

"good soup." "-ow wha" I sputter and cough a bit at being cut off, trying to find out why he did so

{good soup, enjoyed the soup, highly enjoyed the soup, it was said with a hint of humor, a possible reference, to his power? Something I said? Was he even paying atten-}

Cutting off my power, before it got too messy. Clearing my throat once again, to return his attention to me as he begins to sloppily make out with his sandwich , I finish my recruitment pitch and await his answer.

"six feet" is his only reply

"what?" {six feet? Human appendage or measure of distance, is he claiming that, that's his powers range? No reviewing my gathered information his power's range is slightly larger than that, at arou-}

"if you're gonna keep coughing, move six feet away from me"

what?

"jeez some people" with that, he finishes his sandwich, stands up and starts heading out of the park

well, that was a waste of my time. Pulling my pistol out of my jacket's pocket, I signal the mercenaries to subdue him.

as I point my gun in his direction, I try to call out to him. But my mouth won't move.

no I can't move , the mercenaries are nowhere to be found. Those useless fucks! What is Coil up to?!did he figure something out in another timeline? Or is this a throw-away one?

and the targets just casually walking out of the park! {Yes. He. Is.}

NOW MY OWN POWER IS TURNING USELESS! {Yes. I. Am.}

WHAT THE FUCK IS A SIGMA MALE GRINDSET?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, CAN I FEEL YOUR HEART?!

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! WHY CAN'T I MOVE!?

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Walking out of the park, I reminness about the time, I've lived in this hellish place. And now, how it's about to come to an end.

Finished with my lunch, I get on my newly purchased 2005 Harley, that I bought second hand for a decent price and then spent a week and a half fine tuning with my power to run as smoothly as possible, and ride into the sunset. By that, I mean Sand Diego. Why? You ask.

well you see, I did some digging. (read: abused my meta knowledge alongside my powers range which is limited only by my patients and focus, and cheated like the cheating cheater that I am. )

leaving PHO to fester in a cesspit of my own creation:

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ClussyLover69420 (Original Poster) (The Guy in the Know) (Unverified Cape) (Not a thinker)

Posted On Jan 29th 2011:

Damn it's such a shame that no one knows Slaughter hoes 9's location, specifically Jack Slash's location *cough* (CA,San Diego,4984 Hamill Avenue, la:32.849102, lo:-117.132133) *cough*, such a shame. (｡･･｡)

if only someone would finally find them and rain down a volley of tinkertech missiles on their exact coordinates *cough* (la:32.849102, lo:-117.132133) *cough*.

such a shame... ( ͡°Ɛ ͡°)

also If any tinker could donate a set of tinkertech binoculars and a 12+X sniper scope with standard rail attachment, that would absolutely make my day... ( *ω*)

pwetty pwease

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►Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Replied On Jan 29th 2011:

what in the ever-loving fuck?!

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)

Replied On Jan 29th 2011:

Please do not share such information on the internet, even if it is correct, which I and the think tank highly doubt, these type of misinformation can lead to severe consequences!

►Tin-Mother (Moderator)

Replied On Jan 29th 2011:

uhhhhh...

►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)

Replied On Jan 29th 2011:

Tin-Mother, I must urge all moderators to remove such posts as swiftly as possible!

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Hehehehe Hahahaha HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Cauldron, you wanna keep ignoring me? Then I'll mess up one of your projects bad enough that you can't do anything but face me!