The Last Daughter of Krypton - IC

Kyle

I was almost back to the kitchen when I stopped. I wasn't;'t ready to face them yet.

I detoured over to the sitting room and sat down. I had some thinking to do.

Ever since I started taking on the roll of, well, a vigilante, I had operated alone. It's how I knew to operate, how I fought.

A car drives up. Powerful engine. Stops and shuts down. a minute or two later noise comes from the kitchen.

And now here I was involved in a team effort to bring down something too big to handle. I was on new ground. I needed to shut my hole, listen to those that knew better, and learn.

But damn it was uncomfortable.


I shifted back to my Hero form. (I still didn't trust the hooded guy) and made my way to the kitchen. Which was now an armory. Pete was gone but from the Spanish I heard he was outside in hot rod heaven.

"Well, looks like the IRA is having a bake sale in here. Sorry about earlier guys, won't happen again. If it does I'll have Roses Mom kick me to remind me I'm NOT alone in here. What did I miss while I was off being stupid?"
 
Ceri

Still with the shotgun on her shoulder, Ceri hooked an arm around Merick's proffered limb with a bit of a wry grin.

"So very formal," Ceri chuckled, "and we've known each other so long. I'd almost have you call me by me first name, if I wasn't dead certain your mother would not approve."
 
Chloe

Chloe chuckled, winking at Wraith.

"Well," she reminded him, "you've seen those bumper stickers about schools having all the money they need and The Air Force needing scratch to buy a bomber? We had some really good peanut-butter cookies, and we kind of set up a barter system."

She set her new phone down, and stood up, and gazed Wraith in the face.

"Seriously, though," she murmured, "Merick's dad showed up with cash and gear for all of us and a car for Pete, so it seems like the new adage about secrets in Smallville is holding very very true."

She touched him on the armoured shoulder, her voice dropping lower.

"You still good?" she murmured. "Because we can figure something else out, if you're not. Did what that assclown said rattle you too much? Because no-one would blame you if it had."
 
"Well, Wraith, seems everyone has dangerous secrets. My father just showed up with all these goodies. Didn't really give him time to explain though. I wanted to get him somewhere safe before we begin."

Merick grinned at Ceri McCrimmon. "Ms. McCrimmon, you have a first name?!" Merick dawned his best faux surprised look. "All this time I thought it was just Rose's Mom McCrimmon! Merick grinned as he swooshed them back to the room Dale had shown him earlier. Merick looked around the room. Saw the boxes he guessed Jamie had been meaning and lead Ceri toward them. "Here we go Rose's Mom."
 
Wraith

I looked down into Chloes eyes.

"I can get us there, but getting past the killer robot is the problem. What I was going to do was transport myself into the lake underwater. Nothing to give me away there. If there are some rebreathers in there I can take Bruce and Pete no problem. I don't breath, so it's not an issue for me. Or I can go solo. Your the boss, your call."
I looked over at The Hood, then looked back down at the blonde reporter.

"It did rattle me. I should have better control over myself than that. But i'm ok, lets go get this thing before the bad guy. I got a date to make up and the sooner we save the world, the sooner I can see where thats gonna go."
 
Ceri

"Speaking of your mother," Ceri mused, bounding up onto the stack of crates and running her fingers over the shipping labels attached to the tops of each, "remind me to tell her she raised a real smart-aleck."

Finding what they were looking for in a matter of moments, she set down the shotgun and fiddled in the inside pocket of her jacket for a couple of ticks of a clock...

...then she moved, sharply, something slender and metallic glinting in her hand for a blurred instant under the standby lights and a chunk of the crate-lid's corner fell away. It was a clean cut, perfectly clean, not even splinters...

She caught the wooden piece in her other hand before it landed, but by the time she'd done so the hand with the metallic glinting thing was back in her pocket out of sight. She reached in, extricating a darkish silvery-grey folded object from the crate, wrapped in clear plastic film.

Ceri examined it, decided that this must be what James had been describing, and returned the chunk of wood. She placed it well enough, and the cut had been clean enough, that unless someone really really took a close look, they would not notice anything had been disturbed.

(Except for Ceri's footprints in the dust, like Merick's "smiley-face," but after she retrieved the shotgun, she used the wrapped-up suit to waft the dust over these footprints as she returned. No sense having someone stumble in here and find evidence of their passing.)

She landed back down on the floor beside Merick, and shook her head at him.

"I suppose 'Ms. McCrimmon,'" she mused, "would probably be best. Proud as I am to be Rose's mother, I don't think it really does as a proper name."
 
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Chloe

"There's been a wrinkle," Chloe sighed, "I'm afraid. We're still playing The Misinformation Game, because wherever BRAINIAC is, we presumably still need to distract him.

"But the monster waiting for us at the base of the mountain is Zod himself," she confided in Wraith. "It's General Zod, which means-- as Pete suggested --we need to wait for Ka-- uhm --Krypton's Last Scion, so we have enough power in our corner. Then I guess we're going to, uh, sack the guy while one or two of you go for The Crystal."
 
"Seriously, everyone gets cooler toys than me. What the Hell was that?!" Merick stared incredulously for a moment at the crate. "OH! I got it. The Divine Ms. M! I mean you are definately, infinately cooler than Bette Midler, so its totally cool if you swipe her moniker." Merick grinned as he put an arm around Ceri. Ceri was amazing to Merick. He had always liked her. It was almost like having another mother. Albeit a cool, slightly crazy, and apparently Kung Fu using mother. Merick thought of all of this in the split second before he teleported them back to Bruce's Kitchen.

"What'd we miss?" Merick asked as they hit the kitchen, the words coming almost as soon as they arrived.
 
Damian

Damian sat looking. This Wraith was different it would seam. A hero, one of those that fought the good fight. He had the trust of even this universe's Bruce Wayne.

"Considering what I have done, I guess I shouldn't be the only one who is still in a mask with no one knowing who I am." Damian said as he bent down and undid the piece that connected the cowl from the armor, "Anyways, the damn thing is giving me a headache."

Though he knew Dinah was going to kick his everliving ass for doing it. The Cowl slipped off and his black hair fell forward. covering his face. He placed the cowl beside the bag and then ran his fingers through his hair. which left it slicked back. The way he had worn it ever since he could remember. His skin dark like half of his ancestry, middle eastern his eyes a deep brown. But his features, were the mirror image of Bruce just two years more matured.

"The alias I am going by in this universe is David Damian Cain. My residence as soon as I can get it repaired enough to be livable is the Seigal Estate. I am from what is called Earth 1 and from the year of 2018. I was to be starting at Smallville High as of tomorrow."
 
The Martian Manhunter gave a humoring glance to Rose, then made a decent impression of shrugging his shoulders.

"All good things," he began and gave her a nod. He then offerred her an Oreo from somewhere inside his cape.

"So shall we wait for the Amazon to return," he told them. He then looked intently at Kara for a moment. A note of melancholy crept into his voice as he told the young Kryptonian, "you have your father's eyes."
 
Like most Kryptonians, Zod was able to learn at a geometric rate. This simplified and expediated the process of learning the local dialect of Spanish spoken between the villagers of this swampy area of Honduras.

And so, as a rebel patrol came to check on lost contact with the village BRAINIAC had killed, General Zod was waiting.

And now General Zod was in command.

Because they had watched their bullets bounce off him, and they had seen him shoot fire from his eyes, and they saw him hurl their trucks across the jungle canopy.

To them, he was Fuego de el Diablo, the Fire Demon of ancient Hovitos legend.

And because of this, they bowed.

Yes, they knelt before Zod.

And now, aided by the light of torch and electric lantern, they dug.

They dug for the Crystal of Water.

They dug into Earth for the glory of Zod.
 
Wraith

OK, I had myself psyched up to face the A.I. if it was still there, but Zod I had not anticipated.

"Well, that does change things. From the footage we got of him, he's not going to give up easily. Your probably right. lets get everyone here, then we can decide how we are going to handle things."
I leaned back against the sink. I had some thinking to do.
 
Rose

Touching back down, Rose accepted the Oreo with surprise, and nibbled the cookie contemplatively.

Then she wondered how godawful it would be if she died trying to save the world from evil while she had Oreo crumbs in her teeth, and furtively she tried to pick between her teeth with her fingernails.

They were discussing the white-haired man from J'onn's shared memory, she realised...

She felt awkward. This was a memory to be shared between old family friends, and she was still too a newcomer to be involved in such things.

(She wondered how they would get out of here. Could Kara fly? Or was that one of those optional extras that Zod had and Kara hadn't? Both Diana and Kara could run really really fast, and J'onn and Rose herself could fly.

But Diana and Kara could run faster than Rose could fly, and she suspected J'onn could fly even faster. If she had the slightest hope of keeping up, she would have to use her fire as thrusters again, like she'd done when chasing John Smith up the sky... but she'd have to hang back, make sure J'onn averted his eyes...

She didn't want to hurt him with her fire.

Maybe J'onn could just carry her as he flew at full speed?

But Robert Kirkman had been right, in the pages of Invincible, when he had suggested that there existed exactly no dignified way for a flying person to carry a non-flier.)

Oh, well.

They'd think of something.
 
Gabe, Chloe, Ceri, Bruce, Jamie, Pete, and Alfred

Gabriel Sullivan finished figuring out how to get himself into that bulletproof vest, and strode right up to his daughter and started helping her into one of her own.

Chloe opened her mouth as if to protest, as if to say she didn't need--

Her father gave her a look that was the most... patriarchal, protective, fatherly expression she'd ever seen on his face.

"Don't fight with me on this," he intoned sternly. "Do you want to die for real this time?"

Chloe closed her mouth.

She remembered what it had been like to be dead. To die and come back.

In between, the company had been nice, but on either end had been naught but pain and clamour.

"No," she replied, her voice a harsh and husky broken whisper as Gabe cinched the vest a little tighter. "Of course not."

Ceri was dubious of Merick's little nickname. He had the best of intentions, of course, but Ceri was well aware of her lack of divinity.

Still, though, as the mother of a girl who knew more about music than almost anyone else on the planet, she could appreciate the compliment.

"'Some say Love, it is a razor,'" she murmured roguishly, secretly,
"'that leaves your soul to bleed.'"

But then Damian bared his soul, and at the same time, his face.

Ceri felt a little bit of horror and a little bit of embarrassment. He was so young...

How could anyone be so young and be as proficient in violence as he? How could anyone be so fully robbed of a childhood as David Damian Cain?

His eyes were windows to a soul that was depthless and dark and not without ache, and Ceri felt a stirring on his behalf. She instantly regretted wondering how far she could chuck him.

Bruce wondered if everyone could see what he thought he could see.

There was much about looking at "David's" face that was like looking into a glass darkly, like looking into a mirror. But there was much about that same face that reminded him of someone he'd not yet met.

It was a wholly unsettling experience.

Like meeting a long-lost brother. Or an identical stranger.

It was Jamie, however, who spoke to him first.

The scientist spun a chair around and sat upon it backwards, perpendicular to Damian, facing Damian's side.

He laid his arms across the top of the chair and rested his chin atop those arms.

"Earth-1, is it?" he wondered. "Bang a left at Earth-616, hit the roundabout at Earth-120185-- one of my favourites --then, erm, second star to the right and straight on 'till morning?"

He smiled faintly.

"I didn't even know they'd gotten around to numbering them," he confided. "I never saw the point, considering they're supposed to be. Erm. Infinite."

Jamie leaned back, and adjusted his glasses, and regarded Damian with a gentle sort of scrutiny.

"Tell you what, 'David,'" he murmured, though he pronounced it, for some reason, "Dahv-EED," "I wouldn't want you to go back to your prime universe and tell everyone there that the lads and lasses of our fair Earth are nothing but inhospitable berks and insensitive gits. So? Welcome.

"Welcome to Earth, erm,"
he mused for a moment, "Earth-112358, for lack of a better number. And they've been making noises about me joining staff at Smallville High, so maybe we can be the new blokes together?"

Pete rejoined them in the kitchen, and he had a happy little smile on his face.

He looked a little bit like he'd been crying.

Alfred waited out front, still.

(More were coming. It was a Gentleman's duty to know these things.)

"We can't move, really," Chloe murmured, "much as I want to hit this thing right now right now, we can't move until we're better aware of our resources. We have to wait for the others. We have to. We could maybe take on BRAINIAC and get out unscathed. But Zod... he's that whole-'nother-alphabet kind of bad news."

She closed her eyes, and sank back to sit behind the green Alienware.

Her father gave her shoulder a squeeze.

"I'm scared," she admitted, pain all over her face, and squeezed her father's hand where it rested on her shoulder.

"Don't be scared, Chloe," Bruce murmured, his own voice again, back to normal, back to natural. "This is our Saint Crispin's Day."

"Saint Crispin's Day,"
Chloe murmured, smiling up at Bruce through her pain, "needs a Saint Crispin's Day Speech."

"I'm on it," Bruce assured her.
 
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Merick smiled as he heard those distinctive words, words of Saint Crispin's Day. He loved Danny Devito's voice. Renaissance Man was a favorite of his. Not that he would openly admit that. Well to anyone but Rose.

Merick looked around and felt the full weight. This could be the time for his and all of these peoples, for all peoples, final stand. Merick looked at Ceri. With a single tear in his eyes, he whispered.

"What if I mess up. I'm a goof. What if I get someone hurt? I don't like the idea of anyone getting hurt on my mistake." Merick chewed on his lip. "What if me and Wraith go. We have the best chance of getting there and back. And I would rather risk my own ass than let someone risk theirs on my behalf."

Merick looked at Wraith. He sized him up. Wraith was brave. He was tough. He knew how to handle himself. "How exact a location do we have on this thing?"

Merick's mind reached out. He was trying to get his father. He needed advice.

It was like hitting a wall. He just couldn't get through. Maybe the Martian had disconnected. Or maybe his father was upset and blocking him out. He had violated his father's privacy.

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Dale and Marcy sat atop an old ferris wheel. The park had been closed for some time. But the rides were maintained in the vain hope someone would re-open the place. Neither talked.

Then the phone rang. Dale flipped it open. Dale immediately tried to block the mental link. He didn't know what Merick might hear or see.

"Hi Dad."

"Dale, pretell, what business is it you had with Morgan? Imagine my surprise when I heard you assembled cash, gear and documents. I expected more Dale. You wouldn't be tryin' to run from me would you?"

"Now is not the time. I am a bit busy. I know better then to run. I had a friend in trouble."

"Good choice. See you tomorrow Son."

The call ended. Dale and Marcy sat silently. Neither knowing how to begin.

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Damian

Damian looked at Jamie. "Damian is fine. If you want the other name good Doctor, it is Ibn al Xu'ffasch.". Damian said coldly. He then walked over to Bruce.
"You have the two rings. We are going to have to have a few more made."

Damian walked over to the gun case. Guns, cold, sleek, and in the hands of a person willing to use them can change the course of history in the matter of the the length it takes to blink ones eyes. They are for the cowardly and week. These are the thoughts that run through his mind.

"Guns, My father hated them with a passion. Even his Earth 3 variant. though part of the Crime Syndicate of America, hated the use of guns. I asked Talon his side kick when I found him. He is on Earth 1 now. Even with Duela's death at the hands of the AntiMonitor. He is now part of my Outsiders team." said more to himself than anyone else.

He picked up a shotgun and loaded it with the slugs. Then looked at Bruce. "Is Alfred allowed to use guns in this universe?"
 
Merick listened. Then he had a thought.

"Would Zod be afraid of guns? Cause, we have these," Merick hefted one of the guns, and a box of the non-lethal bean bag rounds. "Megalomaniacal minds tend to believe they are beyond reproach. My Grandpa Edmund used to say that the best way to beat an opponent was to use their strengths, not their weaknesses against them. Zod is practically all powerful. Except for the rocks. What if, we replaced the beans, with rocks. He would have no reason to fear a couple of idiots with guns, he knows the bullets just bounce off. But not our bullets. It might not kill him, but it might weaken him enough for our get away." Merick tossed a bag in the air and absently started to juggle with small bursts of force. "Would that work?"
 
Pete, Bruce, Jamie, Ceri, Chloe, and Gabe

Pete wiped a tear from his eye and shook his head.

"Check it out, Bruce,"
he declared, regarding Damian, "somebody crapped in this guy's cereal even worse'n yours."

"Criminals," Bruce growled, ignoring Pete and locking in on Damian, "are superstitious and cowardly. A gun, to them, becomes godhood. It becomes an excuse to ignore morality, an excuse to ignore humanity. It becomes a quick and easy fix for problems that are better fixed with hard work and enlightenment.

"Even in the hands of good men,"
he cautioned, walking in close, examining the gun in Damian's hands, and reaching up and closing his hand 'round the barrel of the thing as if daring Damian to try the trigger, "it can become dehumanising, a shortcut, point-and-click. Even a gunman with a righteous cause can become nothing but a common thug when he relies too much on a weapon that does the work for him, and not enough on his wits."

Bruce smiled faintly, ever-so-faintly, a smile that was not a smile, and yet cleaner far than Lex Luthor's nonsmile.

"Alfred is different, above all that, above reproach,"
he declared, unmoving, "and if you knew as much as you claim to know, you'd know that already, too. Alfred Pennyworth with a shotgun or a hunting rifle is the exact opposite of the joker that killed my parents. He's a force to be reckoned with that has a conscience and a soul and who knows full well the consequences guns can wreak."

"'Ibn al Xu'ffasch,'" Jamie murmured, rising from his chair and leaning close to Ceri, his voice low but not a whisper. "Rubbish with terrestrial languages. What?"

"It's Arabic," Ceri replied, her voice a murmur, "for--"

"'Son of The Bat,'" Chloe supplied, intrigued.

First the head of the ghoul, and now the son of the bat, she mused internally.

Am I to believe this is a coincidence?

Yeah.

That'll happen.


Ceri's eyes lingered on Chloe for a moment, utterly unreadable.

But then she glanced at Merick.

"Honestly," she pondered. "That might not be a bad idea. But I doubt we have sufficient time to prepare such things. What I wouldn't give for pepper ball rounds full of meteor rock rather than capsaicin, but we don't exactly have vast numbers of paintballs to inject with the stuff."

She again leaned her shotgun onto her shoulder.

"We have enough of it that we might still surprise and wound him,"
she pondered. "So that may be sufficient. Unless someone here has a way to manufacture ammunition in a hurry?"

"'Earth-3?'" Gabe murmured, "'Duela?' 'AntiMonitor?' A person named 'Talon?'"

He felt as Edgar Cole had done. That maybe he had gone crazy, or died and gone to some kind of waiting room.

"Someone needs to start talking sense,"
he muttered, shaking his head, "so I can maybe figure out if it's the whole world gone crazy or just me."
 
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J'onn

Sometimes, thoughts leaked.

And for those with whom the Martian Manhunter had shared their minds with his, those thoughts could be heard.

J'onn \J'onzz looked at Rose contemplatively, then to Kara Zor-El.

"As she matures," he explained, "her powers will continue to expand until she reaches her age of maturity. Just as in your species, this will come depending upon her unique cellular make-up. In time, though, Kara will cease to age physically, as long as she lives under the protection of this yellow sun. Her powers, however, will be without measure, much like mine."

He wasn't boasting, he was stating fact. The Martian Manhunter was virtually invincible, save for a predispositional phobia of fire.

He could hurl the planet Earth across the length of the galaxy.

He could fly faster than light could travel, even so until he began to stretch space/time.

He could see the cellular mitosis of the Blythian Fire Worm in the Epsilon-Eridani star system's fourth planet.

He could hear the beating of a butterfly's wings a thousand worlds away.

But fire.

Fire could bring J'onn J'onzz to his knees.
 
"New Guy! What exactly happens to them around the Kryptonite? Is it something I would have to sucker punch the bastard with or is it like uranium, something you dont want to linger around. If we got a couple hunks of the stuff, we could powder it. And, well you guys ever seen the horror movie where they draw the protective circle things? The wards to keep the demons in or out or what ever? Well, what if we did that. I mean, what if we surrounded him. Doused him with it. By the way, what the hell is Kryptonite?"

Merick looked around. Then it struck him. He reached out with his mind for his father once more.

Dad, I have a question, you said something about military stuff. And Grandpa is big into guns.... you dont happen to know how to make bullets do you? Merick waited a second.

Why? Would that help you guys? And maybe get me and your mother off this damn rollercoaster?

Maybe.

There is a set up in your grandfather's barn. He insists on making all his own ammo. But it is time consuming.

Merick let the link go. He looked at the people around him. They would need luck. Lots of luck.

"I do know where we can get the setup to make ammo, but do we really have the time?"
 
Damian

Looks at Bruce and nods, "Agreed. However I have also stated each universe in it self is different. Unique if you will." He then carries the shotgun over to Alfred.

He looks the old man in the eyes and smiles lightly, "Here you go white knight, until this is over I would guess this might do you a little good."

He looks towards the kitchen, "Bruce. Alfred is going to need one of those rings or the shotgun will be useless against Zod./COLOR]"

With that being said he removes one of the Lead lined gloves. and hands it to Alfred, "Keep the ring in this while our Kryptonian is here. When we are off to track down what ever stones of knowledge or whatever it is we are after, keep the glove on with the ring over top. It will drop Zod onto his knees if he comes within 5 feet of it."

Then he walks over to Merrick, "Kryptonite as it is called in our universe already is what you call the Green shards of Meteor Rock. I heard rumors of a red in my universe but I have never seen it or what it can do. I have only seen green. Only Kryptonian I have heard the Kryptonite not work on is the one from Earth 2. But that Kryptonian is from a simpler time. Black and White, Good and Evil are well defined. There was not so much gray and moral choices."
 
Wraith

"You could always modify the speech from Independence Day Bruce, thats one of the best 'Lets go kick some alien ass' speeches I have ever heard."

I looked over at Damien then. He looked, worried for lack of a better term.

"I'm sorta with Bruce on guns. Dad hated them. He knew how to use them, made sure I knew myself so we would know what they were capable of and how to handle one, but he really hated them. Always said you can do one hundred different things with a knife, but only one with a gun, and that one thing you couldn't take back. Thats why we only develop non-lethal technologies. That was the biggest reason we won the Stronghold contract over LuthorCorp." I walked over by Chloe then and looked down to the screen. Hers was a mass of code and pictures, and the black computer was a split of Odin's online icon (a old style cylon with a viking helm) and the other side a feed from the satellite. The third computer was running some kind of program, not sure which one of them was running it.

"What you two got going on here. I see Zod has stopped looking, and looks like he picked up some lackeys. Looks like they are... digging."

I still wondered what a darkling was. Somehow I don't think it was something good.
 
"Guns aren't so bad. It's just having them in the wrong hands that gets to be troublesome. I mean, I guess it's like anything. See, I don't need a gun, I can do this," Merick nods to the bean bag he had been juggling with blasts of force, "But, not everyone has powers. Not everyone can do things like some of us can. Wraith, hoe many badass criminals, have you put in there place? Well what does Joe Average do when those same badasses want to hurt, kill or rape his wife, daughter or whatever?My Grandpa used to tell me, when he was teaching me to shoot and box, that sometimes you have to protect yourself and your own. That there are people more monster than human in our world. That sometimes, the Devil comes calling in the pale moonlight, and when he does, you better be ready to Dance."

Green meteor rock... Merick thought about that. He thought about the recent shower. If they could get there hands on enough...

"Can Odin extrapolate the biggest meteor hits from this last storm? If the storm was dropping the same chunks of this stuff on us again, it would serve to reason a lot of it might still be hanging around. They couldn't have cleaned up all of it in a few hours time." Merick fixed Black Hood with a gaze, "How does it work? Is it a radius type deal, or does it need to touch them? From the way you have talked, it sounds like close is good enough. So, if we got enough, and we broke it up into chunks, maybe I could drop in and rain it down on him. Would that even work?"

Merick was starting to think they might have a fighting chance. No matter what, they had a fight.
 
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Odin

"No can do. Not enough data on the web where I can grab it and I am using most of my resources trying to find that damn A.I. I think I found a way to track it, but I really have no way to know if I am just shooting in the dark or not."

"it seems that this thing pulls a LOT of energy off the grid when it puts on flesh, so when it doesn't fly (Bringing up a body and flying at the next upgrade meeting I tell ya. The evil AI's get all the fun stuff!) off it leaves a power surge where it jumps into the grid and where it jumps out. Unfortunately, LOTS of things also leave power surges. Lightning strikes for one. So I am trying to write some code to filter out some explainable anomalies, and leave the unexplained."

"Also young Mr. Tennison, we don't know the energy signature of those rocks, or at least I don't. Gen-Tech never studied them as a viable energy source, so I don't have a signature to work from to scan for radiation signals. I know LuthorCorp has that data, but I am on stricked orders to leave their mainframes alone. Bekka told me that if I got anywhere near them she would take away my TV AND my comics privileges!!!"
 
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Merick looked to Chloe. "You have been into the whole freak population thing right? Well, where were some of the biggest strikes in the last shower? Preferablly sites badly enough hit they didn't bother fixing the damage?"

Merick wished Tommy were here. During the shower Tommy had been Merick's eyes. He had been amazing. Then he was gone. And it was all Merick's fault. In more ways than he realized.
 
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