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Let's see if we can get a statement from paramedic Jennifer Mulligan." Angie crosses the short distance to where Jennifer is sipping a well-earned cup of coffee.
Jennifer looks worn and tired, and when she realizes Angie is coming straight for her, she pushes an errant lock of hair behind her ear and straightens up a bit. Grime and exhaustion are evident on her face and
body language. "Jennifer, of all the emergency crews, you were here first. Can you tell us what happened?" "Sure, Angie. My partner Bill Hamilton and I got the call a little after 2
o'clock this afternoon and we rushed over here. As the first on the scene, we became the unofficial triage group, checking the injured, assessing those in the worst condition and prepping them for transport to the
hospital. Four ambulance units were called, and three have been shuttling the injured to various hospitals in the area." "Yours is the fourth unit, right? Your unit hasn't left because you and
your partner have literally been here the entire time without a break?" "That's right. This whole thing was terrible. We're very lucky the Millennium were available to stop Deathvolt. He's
very powerful." "Deathvolt and his henchmen injured seventeen people badly enough that they were sent to the hospital. Do you think anyone will die?" Jennifer nervously adjusted the
already properly-placed lock of hair before speaking. "That's a hard call to make, Angie. Some of these people were injured very badly, but we've got some truly dedicated paramedics, nurses and doctors in
service to our area hospitals, and I know they will do their best to make sure everyone recovers." Her words are hopeful, but her eyes betray her inner thoughts: you media vulture, what a horrible question!
"Thanks again for your time Jennifer. Now you try to get some rest." "Thanks." |
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< Several hours later > Later that night, Jennifer is at the gym. She's had an emotionally exhausting day and just wants to exhaust her body
too, so she'll sleep without dreaming. She fears the dreams will be filled with charred flesh and shattered cars. She's in the treadmill room, where they have televisions running to entertain the
guests. The Tonight Show
is on, and Jay Leno is making jokes about the incident in Lexington concerning Deathvolt. He pops out two quips, only one of which is funny. Two other women, whom Jennifer knows only through the gym, listen and then a conversation starts.
"I saw that today on the news, at the bank downtown, I mean. Did you see the butt on Deathvolt?" asks Sarah, the bottle blond with the second skin pants and make-up. "Yeah, he's got the
cutest little butt!" replies her friend, Giang, a model-esque Chinese woman. "I'd love to get up there and squeeze that tight butt," muses Sarah. Jennifer is appalled. Seventeen injured,
and all they can talk about is his butt. She can't contain herself, "How can you two talk about his butt? Don't you care about how much destruction he caused? He's a horrible criminal!"
"Oh, hey Jenn, we saw you on TV, too!" Sarah waves. "That was really cool. This is your second time on the news isn't it? You look really good on camera, you know? Have you considered modeling?"
Sarah replied with a bright, bubbly smile. Jennifer responded with a quiet grunt of disgust. Giang piped in again, "Did you see Fury's chest? It's to die for. My heart leapt when
Deathvolt's lightning blast vaporized Fury's shirt. His biceps, his shoulders. I bet he really could bench press a Buick." She let out a wistful sigh. |
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Game Mechanics: I envision Deathvolt as having STR 17, Heightened Agility B, Heightened Endurance B, Invulnerability, and Lightning Control. These powers give him a lot of physical might, deadly speed and accuracy and superhuman durability. |
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