CactusBrawler

“We had hoped, that with fresh blood... we hoped for a better world for our children... so we took in your unwanted and dejected” the president said softly, slumping in her chair.

Eventually Susan would of been able to fix everyone, on the island...

Not that everyone needed fixing, the people in the government were all immune, as were Jack and his sister where Sue had left them. Around two hundred or so minds, had never been infected, people from Paragon City.

The other door opens up on a deserted dock, a series of chains, would raise a tall metal gate, that would turn the dry dock in the warehouse into an indoor dock, for medium sized vessels.

Perhaps if given longer, more time to experience being alone, to discover for themselves what life was like for the rest of mankind, their answers would of been different.

But Sue asked them while they were still terrified, still desperate for things to be like they all ways were.

So they accepted, each and every one of them.

The president looked into the man’s face; his eyes seemed to hint at recognition.

“This...” she breathed out, in a hushed voice “Is a miracle...”

She looked at Sue, in astonishment, as if looking at her without preconceptions for the first time.

“We have never been able to cure someone before.... please you must help everyone.” She begged.

Opening the door would reveal...

That they were neither in Talos Island nor actually in Port Independence.

They tunnel had gone under the war walls, and led them to a warehouse in the district between Port Independence and Boomtown. The building backed onto the Estuary, the other warehouse door, no doubt actually opened out onto the docks, which would explain the sunken pit with dingy seawater in it, inside the building.

Widows and Banes are mutant possibly mutant/science origin.

At least the fortunada branch of widows are.

Jack Wolf, used his free hand to go into his pants pocket, taking several red coloured cubes out of his pocket, each had a white starburst on each side, placing them into his mouth he chewed and quickly swallowed.

“Really Susan shouldn’t you be up stairs, think about it hun....”

He raised his hand, and a torrent of water took down the small squad of Jack’s pinning them to walls, and twisting metal around them to form cages and restraints.

“You saw what she was like, the girl in the sewer, so depressed, so frightened, so full of fear and loneliness.” His smirk was rather evil, with the dull glow of his eyes illuminating it

“I’ve removed the center of their happy little family, without my sister, each of those girls is going to wake up like that girl.... but they’ll be surrounded by people, whose natural desire is to die... doesn’t take a genius to work out what’s coming next does it hun?”

With the man unconscious the warehouse is silent, aside from the adverts playing on the TV, and the dull sound of waves from outside.

What Sue would of teleported into would be less a winter wonderland and much closer to an arctic nightmare in a metal works.

Metal screamed as it twisted and buckled under its own weight, pipes exploded as they contracted and shattered from the explosive effects of the intense cold that seemed intent on dragging the area into an eternal ice age.

Jack’s battles against a wall of creeping cold, their water shots and whips frozen and hurled back at them. But all was not cold, at the centre of the icy maelstrom there was a pocket of calm.

Calmly Jack Wolf walked, carrying an unconscious woman over her shoulder, she was wrapped in his jacket. Shirt torn in a few places, Jack strolled calmly onwards, eyes blazing with power.

“Hello Susan, ice to see you again” he said in a slightly mocking tone.

"O... Oceana their ambassador made a deal with us, gold and uncut diamonds in exchange for helping them get people out of the country"

"She said they were having problems with heroes, that you capes were trying to stick something on her."

The man shook his head

"She played straight with us though"

“The people down stairs, we weren’t holding them. They wanted to be there.” The man held one of his hands over his groin.

“We just gave them a place to stay, until they left the country!”

"Things by boat, things come in and go out from here" he squeaks out

The greasy man went for the cocky approach.

“It’s a warehouse durrr, where did you think you were Icon?”

He struggles in the hold.

“Crazy capes, coulda frigging killed me!”

The building shook, no not just the building the entire island shook from side to side. From the remains of the President’s desk a siren began to wail.

“He’s found her, you stupid, stupid *****, you’ve ruined it all, you’ve killed everyone here you know that?”

The Jacks looked expectantly at the President, well those of them still on their feet. The Jack’s dropped down through the floor, following the trail left by Jack Wolf.

“Yes, let’s wait for Longbow to arrive, then you can explain to them, that you didn’t like how this society worked, so you killed them, every last man woman and child.” The president snarled through flecks of spittle.

Some of the Jacks were sensible enough to shield themselves with ice or water as the table hurtled towards them, still they were light, the table heavy and propelled with some force. After the first to get hit were sent sprawling, the rest either scattered or joined forces to protect the prone Jills.

“Jacks stand down, only attack if she does...”

The president did her best to maintain her compsure, glaring down at the psychic who had her pinned in the air.

“So in the end it's your might that makes right, you’re just like the Wolf... no you’re worse, you’re pretending you have the moral right to decide for us. Even the Wolf admitted he was a *******!”

The man let loose a sudden cry, it was probably an expletive but it game out more a surprised half choked noise, than anything of sense.

“Awwwghh git off me, I ain’t done nuttin!”

Up close the man was quite unpleasant, his hair greasy and slicked back, and a generally
dirty smell about him, clearly his laundry wasn’t fresh on, and he was several hours at least over due for a shower.