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I Miss Mom & Dad

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Dear Mom & Dad:

You won’t believe this- I met a Senator today!!! He is working with us!! He talks really nice and polished. There are also some great guys, and a living rock man!! You may see him on the news- He is the face of our group.
We defeated a guy that was giving the Detroit police department some trouble, and it was fun!! One of the guys lowered him down so I could use the paralysis spell Mom taught me. He landed in Striker’s (the rock guy) arms. TV crews caught it live… Did you see it?
Thanks for getting back to me on the Pulse gentleman. I still don’t like or trust him at all. He will not answer any of our questions directly, but all the other guys wanted to work with him so we are. Would love to know more than he appeared 5 years ago.
I should be coming home soon. I completed a job, took down a hero, so I think that qualifies me for the NSA.
Oh, one of the guys is … I forgot his name again.
I will get the senator’s autograph.
Oh… I forgot. We made some modifications to the jeep. We spent a week together, the senator & I, adding a weapon. Yes, the senator is a grease monkey!! I am so impressed!!
So the group is me, the senator, Striker, a kid who is the one who lowered the criminal down, and an asian guy- I still can’t remember his name.
Well, will call soon and let you know when I am leaving- I hope soon.
I do not like the idea of private vigilante heroes- We should all be working for the NSA.

Rebirth's First Impressions
What have I gotten myself into?

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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…

Chris Smith's Journal
A New Prospect

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Well I made it to Detroit. It looks like it was more of a job offer than a blackmail. Still I must be careful around everyone. Max Pulse turns out to be not so bad. The others are fairly harsh on him, but his intentions look okay. I have reason to believe that he may be one of “us”. Why would an average human care so much for our kind if he wasn’t? Well I did get to see what other powers are out there. I got labeled a class 2 mutant. I can’t wait to really show them how powerful I have become. All these other heroes are into the whole spandex thing. It seems like Shadow and I are the two that like to keep a low profile. I know I do it because I have family to watch out for, especially with the Iron Enforcer on Gravitron’s trail. I feel bad for Mihos not being able to blend into society. Maybe it is best that he gets the spotlight. If they are pointed at him, then I can sneak around out of the media’s eyes and do some side work. At least I am getting paid well, right? I have earned $25,000 in one week. I think this should help me start a normal life soon. With more money coming in, I feel like I have to keep doing this. I just hope for the sake of these drug addicts we are fighting, that they don’t push me back to the edge. It looks like the old Gravitron from California is dormant. I just hope I don’t have to resort to that again. Anyhow while I’m writing this, Mageright is bugging me to check out his new car. I better go see what it can do before we take it out to the docks. It looks like we may be sinking a few ships tonight.

The Work has Begun

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Earth has changed to much from my research. They seem to be evolving at a rapid pace, I thought I would be able to guide them towards a better future but they seem to want to fight more then ever. A man contacted me about fighting the rogues humans, those with above average ability who are terrorizing everyone else. This seems like a good start towards forging a home on earth. I do not understand why they do not trust each other though Max has told us he has good intentions.
The group I joined is very capable without speaking we stopped a man from killing officers of the law without causing damage, I even got the mans suit from him I am sure it will come in handy when we examine how it works. It seems like with these people I can do a lot of good very quickly, I think I might be able to smile soon.

Black ... Whitemaled!
A funny thing happened today

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Just once, I would like to have a nice, normal, QUIET date with a gorgeous young lady. But apparently that is never going to happen. So, late one night, as I was in the process of entertaining a number of lovely ladies, my overture was rudely interrupted by several men breaking into my penthouse suite. I mean really, they came through the glass; my first thought was, in fact, ’Didn’t that hurt?’. My thoughts were brought back to the reality of things when I realized the ladies were sreaming and the men were tossing gas bombs all about. Knock out gas, I think. I could only sigh a long a tired sigh. How many times must I do this before they get the message. Perhaps I should try sending a pigeon. I tried to stop the ladies, but they were screaming and sobbing and running out the door- and I just opened the champaign! I cannot possibly send it back now and it’s terribly expensive; the nerve!-so instead, I checked my cravat, cleared my throat, and sought to adress them accordingly: “Evening gents, could I interrest you in some fine h’or-” Thats when they shot me. This is not a jest; the pointed their rifles at me and proceeded to vindicate me. The impudence! The gall!! I didn’t even get to finish my sentence. And all I did was give them a proper invite. Thats the porblem with these kids today- no manners. Well, they having made it clear that there would be no successful cesation of hostilities, I was careful not to let them tear my clothing up too much (Dulc is more expensive then the suite I was in and I was not about to let them tear up my ensemble). I shall admit that fighting in one’s undergarments is not to be advised, but it is the easiest way to allow my powers to absorb the bullet and energy impacts they were raining into me. They quickly ran out of ammunitions, at which point, I calmly and quickly ejected them from the combat. Punching and kicking is so vulgar and base; I seized the cords that they swung in on and, like a cluster of helium filled balloons, tossed them into the night sky. Unlike balloon, however, they did not float away. They fell. Serves them right I say. You shouldn’t interrupt a man when he’s entertaining and you most certainly shouldn’t shoot a man you know nothing about. But, as it turns out, the joke was entirely on me. During the shooting, one them set up a small video screen. It’s projection was of a man- tall with fiery hair who refused to identify himself- a caucasian meta-human , very well dressed but more than that I couldn’t say. He flattered me with the usual spitle (seeing you in action was so great, you are so amazing, I have never seen anyone like you, ect.). I hear it everyday and I only listen when the it comes from beautiful women. That being the case I made set to drop kick the small device out of the ‘now-shattered’ windows, when something fell at my feet. Lying atop the small device the enitre time was … my mothers ring. My father kept it. “Paying attention now,” the screen said. “Implicitly,” I replied. The rest, as they would say my dear fellows, is history. I find myself … oh, for lack of a more accurate term, ‘lumped’ in with a wrost class of super beings imaginable. There is a ‘deux ex machina’ and a young lady whose attractive enough, but there is something very off about her. Toss in ‘the local zoo’ and you have those with whom I am perform the given task of protecting the man on the screen. The white man who decided he had the divinity to delegate his misery to his betters- it’s offensive. But for the sake of my family’s safety, I will do this for him. There is no other way to say but with a juicey pun; I have been ‘whitemaled’ into being a hero!
The Police Are Corrupt!!
Life is Not What I Thought

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Dear Mom & Dad-

The Police Chief in Detroit killed a good cop!! The Police are corrupt!!
We followed up on some leads about drugs that give temporary superpowers, and found a dealer! The dealer had a contact inside the Police!!! This contact was in league with the Chief of Police!! You always told me, Mom & Dad, that it was a cruel world out here, with much evil… you were right!!
Striker took all the credit! I am now acting as his agent. Did you see me on TMZ, or did they edit me out? After the club, which I am sure you saw on tv… who hasn’t? By the way, the real hero was that young guy I told you about last week, the kid who has gravity powers, he got the drug dealer. Striker does not have that power, we just pretended. The guy I told you about before, the one I couldn’t remember his name, he is Shadow…cool, huh? He followed a druggie, made sure she told the truth to the Senator (I don’t know how he got the info, and I don’t want to.. I look up to him) and made sure the dealer got to the club for the trap. Then, the rest that you saw on tv happened.
So Shadow & the Senator found out who the insider at the police department was…. and we followed him. That’s the 2nd part you saw on tv- Striker getting the corrupt cops, including the chief.
What really happened was the Senator took them down, with help from Shadow. We, Striker, the kid & I, arrived after it was all done. They did all the work, Striker gets the credit.
I am still waiting for your call, or a call from the government, saying I am accepted as part of the NSA…. what is the delay?
Oh well, we are doing good here…

Dirty Work
Some one has a secret

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I fear, my dear chaps that my first assignment was something terrible. But it didn’t start off so. I was ordered, via text message on my cellular phone, to find a man- John Abrish, and ‘persuade’ him to divulge the location of another “being” I shall say. Apparently, he was to know where Gravitron was. The people who’ve terrorized me into action truely insult me. I am a glorified ‘page’ sent to run their errands. Forgive me for setting my teeth to grinding. The worst part of all this I really should divulge. Off I went, sending the usual flowers and making the usual calls to every young woman I knew. And, as luck would have it, one of my 55988 friends on Facebook & SexBook .com knew the man and sent me the info. He was easy enough to lure out. On line you always pretend to be an over attractive, sexually starved female when you want men to show themselves for real and it works every time. OUT OF CHARACTER: streetwise, research, computer op, computer hack, … see, I use skills. BACK IN: now, upon meeting him at a sleezy downtown bar, and his quick discovery that I wasn’t who I prentened to be in the internet zone, he paniced and ran. Well, I had to run after him. I had to find out where Gravitron is. I chased him for several blocks, before the local constable’s got onto us. The police, as usual only around when not desired, attempted to bind us both by law. Abrish reached inside his jacket for something, and one of the officers shot him dead. I raced to reach him before the bullet could hit and was shot myself in the process. They saw that I didn’t go down, but I failed to absorb that one (took it in the shoulder, hurts like the devil). My primary concern was the man now bleeding out in the street. I got to him but couldn’t save him. The officers gave me no orders and simply shot me again. This one I parried. They then started shouting something about “one of them” and they ALL opened up on me. SIGH- what I didn’t grab with my hands, I did absorb, but that woudl be another leather jacket ruined, as well as another pair of designer jeans and they even shot the sunglasses off my face. 500$ Oakly’s. While they were reloading and chuckled aloud. “Feel better chaps?” I don’t know why but they all stopped to listen when I said that (God, this generation is bloody dim). Now, my intent with the next move was to scare them, but it didn’t pan out that way. I walked over and picked up their cars in an attempt to make them run away. Now, I could see that they were about to, but what happened next I can’t recall, save to say that the dead man was the cause. There was a loud noise. A bright light. I picked myself up (to my chargin I was still alive, meaning I got to feel all the pain, but thankfully nothing was broken and I was still in one piece. But the first man- Abrish- was gone. There was only a crator where his bdoy lay. All the constables were slain. Both of their automobiles were burning masses of twisted metal, and was more seriously injured than I thought. I dragged myself to the hospital and all I could think was: “Abrish had more than one secret and no we’ll never know what any of them are?” Several hours later I had a visitor. It would seem that I succeeded in my mission after all. Graitron had come to see me, for that was how he intruduced himself. Sadly, I had no ay to contact the ruddy bastards who put me onto this in the first place. So there I was; in a hospital bed, heavily injured and sedated, and sharing converse with someone rumored to be extremely dangerous. I will never again do another persons dirty work. It’s time I started worked them instead.
Rebirth Loses Faith
Paranoia sets in after the events of Chapter 2

I have been a big proponent of the use of technology to make our lives easier, but after the events of the past couple of days, I begin to fear that it is only there to spy on us. I distrust my ability to even speak aloud of everything that is happening.

I can see the end of everything that I hold dear and it scares the hell out of me.

We’re not supposed to succeed out here. We are being set up, and the further that we travel down the rabbit hole, the more information we acquire, the more it seems that we won’t make it out of this alive.

If our puppet masters find out how much I know, then I am dead for sure, but is my life worth more than the freedom of every individual with powers in this country?

No, it’s not.

My sister gave her life for what she believed in, and the least I can do is follow her example. I dedicated half of my life to her memory when I started down this path. It’s time that I dedicated the rest.

The senator will now be pulled into this world of vigilantes and super powers.

It’s time to safeguard the future even at my own expense.

Chris Smith's Journal
Come Fly With Me

It looks like we still have more traps to set. It appears the young lady Shadow and I have taken into custody has finally talked. She seems to know of more big fish to fry before we take down this narcotics boat. It seems like I am slowly being sucked into the shoes of my father. All this hunting around for people has gotten me on edge. I am ready to go straight to the goal. However, I do understand the fact that this group acts similar to a hydra. Remove one head and two more will just grow back. This is what lead us to the nightclub. Our source that will finally lead us to the ones we are looking for are here. We finally found the man that would expose the corrupt cops as well as the one who would lead us to the next biggest fish in our pond. This whole incident at the club was like shooting fish in a barrel really. I subdued the henchmen with the club owner in a state of zero gravity, and Mihos did all the talking. It was hard for me. I watched as Striker slowly worked on the man while time was ticking. We needed results fast. We were working on a short time-line after all. If I had my way, I would press the information right out of them. Unfortunately though our actions created some problems for us as TMZ arrived on the scene. Thankfully Mihos was focused on the most. It appears that for the time being I have eluded the attention of others or so I thought. After the action for the night, I received a call. It looks like someone has noticed me and has decided to warn me that Iron Enforcer is on his way to go for Gravitron. Unfortunately for Mihos, Striker is the supposed Gravitron that they are looking for. I hope that I can avoid whatever happens to hit the fan. If not I am afraid that the beast inside of me will be unleashed once more. The problem is not that I am afraid of it, but that I actually enjoy the feeling of freedom this immense power provides me. For the sake of all those in my way, I hope they don’t push me. The mystery man known only as “Ron” has instructed me to seek out a person with powers in a local hospital. Ron claims that he could be of some assistance to the cause of our brotherhood of fellow mutants. Maybe one day we won’t have to hide our mutant abilities.
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Uncle Al
Wierd Godfather

Mom & Dad-

Wow, what a day!! As you know from our conversation on the phone, I have met “Uncle Al”. He is one weird, but pretty cool, dude. I spent 2 months learning magic, in some dimension with great restaurants and not much else.
Anyway, just wanted to just catch up and say hi.
The Senator has rented us a house.


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