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Hopefully this system is really as secure as I assume it is, or I am going to be in real trouble here in the near future. Electronic Journals. What will they think up next. I find myself drawn to use it, mostly because Abby gave it to me. I really need to give her a call and let her know that I’m okay.
So, this will be my first entry from Detroit, and I have to say that I’m worried. Max Powers is even more untrustworthy than I initially thought. Well, you know the saying about friends and enemies. I will be trying to keep a very close eye on Mr. Powers. Also, I think that I need to look up that assistant of his. She is entirely too efficient. Just like that, she had cases of a hundred thousand in cash available for each of us.
I have already disposed of my cut of that job. It is in the rear side panel of the jeep I modified this past week. For some reason I don’t trust my own skills of deduction where this Max Powers is concerned.
I find myself playing the politician for our group a lot. I hate it. The public face. I just want to get in and bust a few heads, but I have to keep up appearances in my vigilante actions now as well as my public life. The beast I unleash every time I take that serum doesn’t like to be contained. I feel the strain constantly to try to keep him in check.
So, we took down a villain with super powers, which made it’s way to the news. Not that I appeared there, of course, but the group I am working with did. What a bunch of glory hounds. The big rock guy in our group has brains equal to his physique. He preened for the camera even as he prevented an injury to the villain who was attacking the cops. An injury that could have been avoided with better application of force by ‘Gravitron’ or a less eager application of magic by Mhoram.
I could swear that this was these guys first trip to the rodeo. What am I getting myself into?
I really want to reach out to my network for some information on Max and his cohorts, but I can’t mix my professional life and vigilante life at this point. Sorry, Abby. I know this probably means that you and I will drift apart, but I have to do this.
I need to call Abby.
Gotta love something that is voice to text. Finishing up now, and calling…is that a ringing sound from outside…