A CHOICE OF EVILS

[Harvey Jones, Walter Shindell and Chuck Abraham, aka "Supraman" 
(and an NPC for the time being) have all been recruited into a secretive 
government agency that has been studying, and combatting, 
superhumans. At their secret metahuman research facility in Virginia, 
they have just finished a preliminary series of tests designed to reveal 
more about their powers, when Special Agent Mabe, the man in charge 
of field operations, announces that there is a superhuman battle 
occuring NOW, in New York City. He wants the three supers, along with 
another one, Agent Kelly Donovan, to fly with him to the site of the 
conflict.]


Harvey:

"Ready for our baptism of fire?  Of course not...but we'll do it any way!", 
Harvey says with a grin, "I wasn't ready when strange things started 
happening to me, why should I change what's worked so far?"
  "A jet?  Let's see, get to jet, take off procedure, fly to New York, get 
stuck in holding pattern, landing procedure, drive to fight-get stuck in 
traffic-get lost and unlost....We may not even get there in time for the 
clean up.  Better get moving if we want to get there, maybe you can 
review what's known about these combatants on the way, we'll probably 
have plenty of time." Inspite of Harvey's words sounding pessimistic 
about the chance of arriving in time to help, his tone holds a hint of 
eagerness and even excitement; the twinkle in his eye tells that no 
matter what he says he's committed to doing his best.

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[GM]

Mabe laughs at Harvey's comments. "No circling the airport," he says. 
"We've got the authority to force any plane except Air Force One to 
make way for us. We're landing at a private airport, and a helicopter will 
be waiting for us."

Mabe drives you all in a Jeep Cherokee to an airstrip less than half a 
mile from the ranchhouse, where a small jet is already poised at the end 
of a runway.

En route to New York, Mabe tells you, "The superhumans involved are 
named Lucy Golden and Christine Tallin. Lucy Golden, who we've been 
referring to as "Lucretia" until we learned her real name recently, is a 
psychopath. She's strong enough to punch holes in concrete, 
invulnerable to high-explosive, armor piercing bullets, and she can fly, 
faster than most jets. She can also sense other metahumans, and she 
hunts and kills them, just for the fun of it, as far as we can tell. And she 
has no compunction against casually squashing anyone else who gets 
in her way. She tore a plane out of the sky last week, over Canada. Just 
ripped its wings off and let 23 innocent people smash into the ground. 
There was probably a superhuman aboard, but if so, he or she didn't 
survive."

"The other night, she came after Christine Tallin at a celebrity party in 
New York City. Some of our other agents, including Jason Little- who, 
uh, unfortunately is still in the infirmary and couldn't join us-", Mabe 
avoids looking at Walt, "were tracking her, and caught up as she was 
trying to kill Ms. Tallin. Little almost electrocuted her, but she managed 
to get away. She was severely wounded, so we thought she'd stay in 
hiding until she recovered, but apparently she recovers a lot faster than 
we thought. And our friend Ms. Tallin, who refused our offer to help her, 
decided she wanted to turn her new powers into a boost to her modelling 
career, I guess, and held a press conference at another hotel. And 
guess who showed up?"

Supraman slaps a fist into his palm and says "Don't worry, pal, we'll deal 
with this super-powered bimbo." Looking at Kelly, he says "She may 
think she's tough, but she hasn't run into me yet!" Kelly smiles faintly, 
but doesn't look too reassured.

Mabe looks slightly amused, and says "I hope you can stomp her that 
easily, Abraham, but-" he looks at Walt, "I'm thinking if you can at least 
keep her occupied, our friend Mr. Shindell can sneak up on her and turn 
off her strength. Possibly with Harvey's assistance. Of course, this is 
assuming she's still there when we arrive. We might end up just picking 
up the pieces....probably pieces of Ms. Tallin."

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Harvey:

"Well, I sort of figured you wouldn't let little things like holding patterns 
slow you down, Mabe, I was just sort of pointing out that we're limited in 
how fast we can respond to events once they happen.  The only way we 
could be sure of arriving in time would be to be waiting.  But your answer 
brings up another problem: where are you going to land the helicopter?  
The army never got around to teaching me the 'fast roping' method of 
rappeling from a hovering 'copter and jumping isn't really appealing", 
says Harvey,  Before it dawns on him that he COULD jump out of a 
helicopter and just walk on air to the ground.

   "I don't know which is stranger, that this farmhouse has an air strip or 
that I didn't notice it before."<G> slightly sarcastically.  <<what'd you do, 
disguise the runway as a straight stretch of road?>>

"If Lucretia can sense other mutants is there any evidence she can 
identify there meta-abilities at the same time?  It would make a 
difference in how effective the distraction has to be to let Walt close 
enough."

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[GM]

"We don't know how much she can sense," Mabe says. "We only know 
she can detect people like you, maybe the same way Donovan does, 
maybe not. As for the helicopter, don't worry, there will be someplace the 
chopper can hover over, close enough for you to jump out. Though you 
could jump out at any time, couldn't you, and just walk down to the 
ground?" he asks, echoing your earlier thoughts. "And Walt here could 
probably just jump out and expect a pile of mattresses waiting for him! 
And if old Chuck here is as tough as he says, I guess he'd just climb out 
of the crater he'd make and walk away. That just leaves me and 
Donovan having to disembark the old fashioned way."

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Walt:

Walt shakes his head ever so slightly, amazed that so testosterone-
ridden a man still exists.  Still, he doesn't seem completely the fool; and 
everything that Walt has heard leads him to believe that this guy *may* 
be aas strong as he is of the opinion he is.

"If this girl's tearing up folks like it sounds, well then, she aughta be put 
away til she either sees the error of her ways, or some shrink can help 
her.  I guess we can just try to stop her."

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[GM]

Supraman looks at Walt with a mixture of horror and contempt. "HELP 
her?" he exclaims. "See the error of her ways? Are you serious? This 
psycho is ripping people apart and you're talkin' like she's a naughty 
child we need to send to her room without supper?"

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Harvey:

[[put away until she either sees the error of her ways, or some shrink can 
help her]] quotes back Harvey in amazement. " Do you really think 
there's much hope of either of those spontaneously occurring?  And 
where would you put her to stay or find a meta-shrink capable of 
changing her??" Harvey says, his words coming on before the 
realization hits him, that he doesn't have an alternative.  "...ah...hmmm... 
let me re-evaluate that, I may have been excessively hasty and 
pessimistic,  sorry Walt" he apologizes while trying to see his way out of 
the dilemma he's dug himself into.  "We don't really have an alternative 
do we, the only way we have to neutralize her so we could hold her is 
Walt, that's only temporary and I doubt Walt wants to volunteer for 
permanent guard duty on one psycho.  MAYBE Kelly could come up with 
something to keep her down, since she can see the details of how it 
works, but that might take a while.  ....I think I'm out of solutions" Harvey 
find concludes.
  If Chuck 'supraman' points out the 'obvious' (and permanent) solution, 
Harvey will hotly reject it with "Hey, we're the good guys here"!

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Walt:

Walt shakes his head slightly at the hard words of Abraham.  "Well sir, I 
truly do wish that *I* had *your* supreme confidence in the right and 
wrong of this here situation.  *I* sure as heck don't know why this 
happened; maybe there is a reason why this here girl acts as crazy as 
she does.  Heck, maybe whatever it is that caused her powers drove her 
insane to boot!  Now, I ain't saying that we are going to have a choise - 
we may well not."

Walt pauses, looking as though he's wrestling with some kind of 
dilemma.

"But I do know this much; if you all are planning on just trying to 'drop' 
her without at least trying to talk sense to her, then you can darn well 
count me out of this little lynching!"

He slumps back in his seat, appearing tired and spent.

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[GM]

A little closer to New York, and Mabe reports back from the pilot's cabin. 
"Fight's over, and it looks like the good guys won," he says. "Apparently 
there were some other metas there, and they fragged Lucretia, and most 
of the hotel as well." Donovan looks relieved and nauseous at the same 
time; Supraman looks disappointed. "But we're still going in. We want to 
talk to these other metas."

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Harvey:

"...Ah... Talk to those metas about anything in particular?"

Harvey tries to think of something comforting to say to Kelly, but nothing 
comes to mind, so he settles for a brief smile.

"Well, when you come right out and say it, I have to agree to at least 
TRY talking, but I also have to admit doubts it will work.  My best, un-
educated guess, sorry-I didn't take any psych courses, is maybe she's 
so terrified about the possibilities of malevalent metas that she's just 
decided to eliminate all of them...er, us.  We all admitted the hazards, 
just none of us wanted that direct an approach to the solution."  Harvey 
glances at Chuck as he says the last, then looks away immediately.  "So 
maybe talking would work, but I don't suggest any of us except Chuck try 
holding our breath and waiting".
  "Hmmmmm, actually, I'd be willing to try talking to just about any meta 
we meet, both as the civilized and safe method, but Lucretia doesn't 
sound like the kind of person to respond to logic and reasoned 
discussion.  Would you be willing to make a self-defense exception to 
the talk first rule?  I don't think we'll have time for more than 'stop in the 
name of the l..' before she'll be attacking us, taking steps then might be 
very sensible."

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[GM]

"It's a moot point now," says Mabe, "because she's already been 
'dropped' for us."

You land in New York, and since it's no longer a crisis situation, you 
drive to the scene instead of taking a helicopter.

Yellow police tape surrounds most of the hotel. You can see shattered 
glass and fragments of concrete all over the place. The bodies have 
been cleared, but there's no doubt in anyone's mind that this was the 
scene of some serious carnage. Walls are shattered and cracked in 
some places, perforated by scores of bullet holes in others, and burned 
all the way through in two sections. The floor is alternately blood-stained 
(with silhouettes chalked out in three spots) and scorched. It looks like 
the aftermath of a small military conflict.

Another agent, who introduces himself as Agent Donnay to your group, 
says "Total body count is five dead, including our girl, and fourteen 
wounded. Which is a small miracle, considering all the firepower that 
was being thrown around. You have to see this weapon that one of the 
metas arrived with- the damn thing is practically a man-portable field 
artillery unit." He lowers his voice and says "Actually, a couple of the 
casualties were 'collateral damage'."

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Harvey:

Harvey surveys the scene, which resembles the aftermath of a military 
operation, noticing the holes, cracks and scorchs he sums it up 
concisely with "What a mess"! (actually, he thinks, it looks like a disaster 
and they should put in for federal disaster relief funds).  As he notices 
the blood stains his expression turns even darker, luckily he doesn't 
notice the significance of the chalk marks.  Considering the lump in his 
throat and tensness in his chest as he looks around he glances over at 
Kelly to see how she's holding up,  they may need to get her moved if 
this is too much for her.
  As Donnay describes the 'super-gun' Harvey resorts to what little 
humor has left as a method of coping, "You mean someone just walked 
into the hotel with a howitzer under his arm"?  ...   "Oh, it was a woman. 
That explains it, she had it in her purse."

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[GM]

Agent Donnay chuckles and says "She wasn't carrying it in her purse. 
She *summoned* it!" At Mabe's raised eyebrows, Donnay says "She 
seems to be able to summon objects out of midair. Whatever she wants. 
Don't ask me how, maybe she creates them out of her imagination, or 
summons them from another universe, but this damn gun is like nothing 
I've ever seen before. It's one helluva improvement on our own HEAP-
throwers though. It's going back to Virgina, along with Lucretia's corpse."

Kelly looks like she's going to be ill at that.

"This girl seems cooperative enough. I've been trying to sell her on 
joining our little group, she's at least thinking about it. Don't know about 
the others though. There's a kid who's some kind of a shapeshifter, got 
his butt kicked by the psycho, but managed to heal himself right up 
afterwards. Then there's Ms. Tallin, little miss prima donna. 'Crystal' 
she's calling herself. Definite attitude. Typical Hollywood bimbo, she 
holds a press conference to show herself off, Lucretia shows up to kill 
her, and she blames the government because we should have 
prevented it."

Supraman snorts at that. "Great, she'll probably get invited to the White 
House. I guess I should've known some liberal weenies would get super 
powers too."

Mabe looks amused at Chuck again, then turns to Kelly. "Agent 
Donovan, I know this isn't going to be pleasant for you. But there may be 
information you can get from Lucretia's body that will fade over time. I 
want you to try to...whatever you do, 'read' her, find out what you can."

"She's on ice right now, at the airport," Donnay adds helpfully, as Kelly 
turns even paler than before. "She'll uh," he leans close to Mabe and 
whispers "she'll probably be flying back with you."

"Oh God...." Kelly moans. Supraman puts a huge hand on her shoulder 
and tries to be comforting. "Don't worry, Kelly, we'll all be there. And she 
can't hurt you now..."

Mabe says "Donovan, I know it's not a pretty job sometimes, but think, if 
we knew more about her invulnerability, we might have been able to 
stop her before she killed all those people, and maybe we could have 
stopped her without killing *her*!"

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Harvey:

Harvey looks concerned as Kelly moans, but his opinion of Chuck 
"supraman" Abrams goes up as he tries to comfort her.  "Hang in there, 
Kelly, this is probably one of those things that is worse to think about 
and anticipate than to actually do.....sort of like going to the dentist", 
Harvey adds the last with forced cheerfulness.  "It's sort of like a funeral, 
you say your respects and get out as soon as polite.  Lucretia will just 
sort of lie there, quietly".
  Harvey decides this would be a good time to stop before he digs 
himself in too deep.  Chuck said that we'd all be with her, I'm not sure 
we'll be able to be together but at least one of us is _definitely_ going to 
stick with Kelly and preferably all of us.

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[GM]

Kelly is silent on the drive to Kennedy Airport. Rather than going in the 
main entrance, you all naturally take a side road onto a small corner of 
the huge airport which is reserved for government flights. Your plane, or 
one just like it, is waiting for you.

The cargo bay door of the small jet is open, and something that looks 
like a small meat locker is already strapped to the floor of the storage 
area. You all become rather grim, realizing that in effect, it *is* a meat 
locker.

Supraman helps Kelly up into the plane, then hops in effortlessly after 
her. Mabe, Walt and Harvey climb in as well. A couple of other agents 
are waiting, and as Kelly visibly steels herself, they open the lid.

Lucy Golden, aka Lucretia, has obviously seen better days. Kelly spins 
away and clutches her stomach, trying not to retch.

The woman inside is covered with gore. She is entirely naked, except for 
a few scraps of burned leather and denim clinging to her here and there. 
Her entire front side is shredded, looking like raw meat, burned at the 
edges. Her left arm is lying next to her, separated from her body. One 
leg is also separated from her, while the other one is mangled so badly it 
would surely have to be removed at the hospital....if the patient was still 
alive. Her eyes are closed, but under the blood and black soot that coats 
her face, her lips can be seen still pulled back in a snarling rictus of 
hate, with a bubbling froth of blood drying on her chin. Her purple 
mohawk, now streaked with red and black, still stands stiffly erect from 
her skull.

The technicians don't look like they enjoy the sight, but they've obviously 
seen her already, since they loaded her into the refrigeration unit. Mabe 
looks down at the mangled corpse impassively, while Chuck glances at 
it, his lips twitching with distaste, then puts an arm around Kelly trying to 
comfort her.

Mabe says "Can you read anything?" to Kelly. Chuck glares at him and 
says "Can't you see the lady's upset, Mabe? Have a little compassion!"

"Mr. Sensitive." Mabe seems mildly amused, as always. "I realize this is 
a nasty piece of work....but as her body temperature lowers, any 
metabolic readings Donovan can get off of her are going to fade. Just do 
whatever you do, Agent Donovan, and then we can close the lid."

Kelly looks up, then her eyes widen and her face goes even paler than 
before, as she cringes against Supraman. She mumbles something 
incoherent, to which both Chuck and Mabe say "What?"

		"She's still alive!" Kelly gasps.

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Harvey:

"What'dya mean she's still alive!!!  That's impossible!.......Well, I 
suppose it's not technically impossible, but that's one tough b*****"

   "Kelly, are you sure?  I mean, have you ever seen someone newly 
dead before?  Could she just have some cells that haven't died form 
Oxygen deprivation yet and still have most of her organs dead?"

Harvey mutters to himself "we'd better put a guard on her anyway, and I 
don't mean a couple of cops with dinky little pea shooter pistols.  We 
also have to decide if it's ethical to kill her when she's in this state", as 
he says the last he glances at Walt, wondering what he thinks then 
looks away quickly.

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[GM]

"She's alive!" Kelly repeats. "She...she's got a power, it's active..." 
Kelly's eyes widen in horror. "She's *healing*!" she whispers.

Mabe looks at each person in the cargo bay, with a piercing, calculating 
look. Then says "Abraham, why don't you take Donovan up above 
before she pukes all over the place?" Supraman looks like he's going to 
argue with Mabe- he obviously doesn't take well to being given orders. 
But then he glances at Kelly, who is shuddering and obviously unwell, 
and his face goes from belligerence to something like protectiveness, 
and he nods, with an irritated glare at Mabe.

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Harvey:

"uh-oh", which seems to make this Harvey's day for understatement.  
Harvey moves a step forward and examines Lucretia's (Lucy Golden's) 
exposed wounds to see if there are visible signs of healing.
   "I don't know how long we have before she's up and around, but when 
she is we're going to be in big trouble".  Harvey takes a deep breath, 
"currently she's defensless, relatively speaking, and we can 
terminate,...ah eliminate
..ah execute.......... oh let's just say it: 'kill' her.  the question is do we 
have the right to and do we have the nerve to.  I had a hard time coming 
right out and saying that but that is the bottom line.  I'm somewhat in 
favor of just doing it, but not enough so to make the decision by myself.  
Care to offer an opinion, Walt?"

   After pause Harvey adds "generally I'm against killing a prisoner, in 
cold blood, unless they're either given a fair trial or they try to escape; 
but we may decide to make an exception in this case."

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Walt:

Walt goes pale at the notion that this poor mangled...**thing** is still 
alive.  "My God...the pain..." he murmers, a stricken expression plain on 
his face as he forces himself to view her.

And she was slowly knitting herself back together; she would be up 
again before too long.

Finally Walt spins away from the grisly sight and moves a few paces 
away, gulping air and trying to keep from being ill.  Blood was one thing, 
but that, that mess was too much.

He was pretty sure of what they wanted him to do...but he just couldn't 
do it.

"I can't...I can't do it, if that is what you want.  I made a promise..."

Walt goes silent, leaning against the wall of the plane.

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[GM]

Mabe frowns and glares at Walt. "Look," he says, "if this psycho revives, 
you're going to see even more bloodshed. She's as deadly as they 
come, and we CAN'T put her in prison. There's no prison on Earth that 
could hold her! Let her revive, and you're dooming God knows how 
many innocent people to die! Will you be able to look at the faces of 
their families and know you let those people die, because you didn't 
want to suffer the moral anguish of having blood on *your* hands?"

Looking at both Harvey and Walt, he says "I know this is a dirty 
business, but the system just isn't set up to deal with people like 
you....not yet. We have no choice but to make our own rules and live 
with consequences."

In a lower voice, he adds, "The best bet to finish her off is if Shindell can 
just shut off her powers. By all rights, she should be dead already, it's 
only her metahuman healing abilities that are keeping her alive. Turn her 
off and let her die naturally. But if you won't do that-" he looks at Harvey. 
"If Shindell won't do it the clean way, you have to do it the messy way. 
There has to be a limit to her regenerative powers, and you can destroy 
her vital organs....."

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Harvey:

"Actually, we don't know if she's in pain, she could be comatose.  I 
HOPE she's comatose because I wouldn't want to be her listening to this 
conversation.  We may actually have quite a bit of time.  We need to 
make a decision before she's active again, but she may require quite a 
while to recover from this much damage; and that's assuming she can 
completely handle this.  She could actually die of her wounds before 
recovering, but that's unlikely."

    Harvey looks over with sympathy as Walt says he CAN'T kill her.  
When he speaks it is with regret in his voice, perhaps that he doesn't 
feel the same absolute refusal to do the deed, "You won't have to do it, 
Walt.  I can do it, I don't want to do it, but I can do it both in capability 
and in willingness
.. if I can convince myself.  Having her atoms mutually interpenetrate 
those of a block of steel ought to be quite effective."


    "We can't just go making our own rules!  Not if we want to be part of 
society.   In this case we have make our own interpretations to existing 
rules. But you are right about living with the consequences."

    "Actually, causing her atoms to mutually interpenetrate a block of 
steel or other solid is quite neat.  There's no blood, not even much of a 
corpse left. That doesn't of itself make it the right way to do it.  I am not 
going to rush into doing something so irreversible when there is time to 
consider it. Did you know that's why I don't like capital punishment?  
Because if you find out you were wrong, there's no way to correct it."  
Harvey sounds almost desperate now, like he can't see an alternative 
and is desperately looking for one. "If this is proof by process of 
elimination, then absolutely every alternative has to be eliminated,  how 
about sedating her like they did Deathstorm?" Harvey ask hopefully, 
before objecting to his own suggestion, "she's not breathing and has no 
ciculation now, so it might be difficult to make it work, drugs might not be 
effective, she might become immune..... dang, it's not even a permanent 
solution, just postponing the problem."  Harvey drifts off into his own 
thoughts, trying to come to grips with an unpleasent situation that seems 
to have no alternatives.  Obviously he isn't going to reach a decision on 
his own very quickly, something external is going to have to push him 
one way or the other, although Lucretia moving would probably do it if 
nothing else does.

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[GM]

Mabe says "We don't have TIME for a jury trial! Maybe society will come 
up with a solution for people like this, eventually, but for now, we're on 
our own. All your cop-outs don't change what you know to be true. Call it 
cold-blooded murder if you want, I call it a necessary evil."

From above, you all hear Chuck yelling out the door of the plane, "Hey, 
Kelly says there's another super-type around here."

"Oh s***," Mabe says, looking out onto the tarmac.

A dark-haired young man, of medium build and dark complexion, is 
walking towards the plane. His expression is cold, almost like a statue. 
Walt recognizes him. He saw this man in Dallas. Before he 
disappeared....with Jamie.

Forty feet from the plane, he speaks, in a flat voice that carries above 
the sounds of planes taking off in the background;

"I am Legion."

As he walks, he transforms. Suddenly he's not a young man of medium 
build. He's a tall black woman, over six feet tall and rippling with muscles 
on a frame like a professional bodybuilder. She's wearing a black tank 
top, loose-fitting jeans, and running shoes. The word "Amazon" comes to 
mind, both because of her build and her stance, the way she carries 
herself as she walks. She looks ready to fight, even eager. She grins, 
and says "I am Legion. And I'm here for her. But I'll take all of you!"

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Harvey:

"It's the appeals we don't have time for."
  "I'll get to it, but I don't have experience in convinving myself to do this, 
so it takes a little while to work up the nerve."

  "Uh-oh, I think we have trouble", which isn't as succinct as Mabe's 
comment, but does sum up the situation.  Mabe mentioned this guy 
(guy?) a coupleof times but unfortunately Harvey forgot to folow up and 
get details.  Whatever legion wants Lucretia for, it doesn't sound good.  
'have her over our dead bodies', unfortunately sounds like just what 
legion is planning.  Harvey tries to think strategically, but other than 
needing to have someone protect Kelly, and that they only have about 
forty feet to think of something, nothing comes to mind.

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Walt:

Walt's jaw drops for a second, all thoughts of morality forgotten in light 
of this...visitation.  He steps forward, a purposeful look in his eye.

"All right, what in the name of **HELL** did you do with Jamie!!!!  I shut 
you down right proper once, and by God, I'll do it again!  You give me 
back that girl, you hear!!!!"  There is an edge of desperate anger to 
Walt's voice, a fear for the little girl that he saw vanish into thin air.

"You are not getting or taking _anything_ or _anyone_ from this place, 
and you will surender Jamie to *me*!"

Walt stands ready, knowing that he *cannot*  let "Legion" have its way 
here, but inwardly he is unsure as to what he can do about it

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Harvey:

Harvey's not sure that Walt's is the best tactical approach (although 
neutralize first, ask questions later does jump to mind as an alternative). 
Harvey's considers taking the time to resolidify Lucretia in something 
solid, and hope that it's better than being taken by legion, but postpones 
it and quickly moves forward to stand next to Walt.

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[GM]

"C'mon down here and make me, hero!" the tall Amazon calls back to 
Walt. She looks singularly unimpressed.

"YOU GOT IT, LADY!!!"

With a bellowing roar, Supraman launches himself from the door of the 
plane to the ground in front of the body-shifting metahuman, leaping 
forty feet as if he was hopping a fence.

The two large people size each other up for a moment. Both seem 
unused to facing someone without looking down.

Then Chuck reaches out and tries to close a massive hand around the 
woman's upper arm. She's not there, though- she steps back nimbly as 
he clutches empty air, then steps forward again in the same moment. 
She drops a few inches as one leg bends slightly, then she springs 
straight up.....seven feet up.

Parallel to Supraman's head, one foot lashes straight out and drives into 
his face like a battering ram. The huge man is knocked off his feet and 
flies ten feet straight back. Lying on the ground, he shakes his head and 
rubs his nose, which is spurting blood.

In the plane's cargo hold, Mabe has already produced a heavy pistol 
and is blasting away at the big woman, but she's already in motion, 
performing an impressive series of flips and cartwheels as she moves 
evasively towards the plane, at an angle oblique to Supraman.

"GET HER!" Mabe snaps. "But don't let her touch you, unless you want 
to become part of Legion!"

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Walt:

Walt *moves* trying to get off to the side of her.  His eyes go wide with 
shock when the Amazon kicks the butt of 'Supraman', and he pales 
slightly, as if now thinking that maybe this wasn't the *best* idea that he 
could have come up with.  But he goes anyway, silently praying that he 
can purposfully do now what he managed to do by accident before; shut 
it off.

"Jamie, l'il darlin, can you hear me?  It's Walt, angel; come on out if you 
can and I'll try and get you free."  As he says this, he's moving forward 
toward the Fury that is making for the plane.  "Well," he mutters to 
himself, "I sure as heck hope that my 'luck' is good for more than dice 
and ninjas!"  Walt is thinking *very* hard about her not being able to 
touch him, let alone hit him.  He envisions her making all the *wrong* 
guesses about how he's going to move as he approaches her.

<><><><><>

[GM]

The tall black woman snaps a kick at Walt's head, fast as lightning and 
probably almost as deadly. She miscalculates the distance and her foot 
snaps the air a quarter of an inch from his nose, but withdraws too fast 
for Walt to do anything to counter it. She frowns, as if in disbelief that 
she could have missed.

"Legion", or its current incarnation, springs back like a gazelle, out of 
Walt's reach.  "Let's see if you can 'shut me down' with a couple of 
broken legs," she says, and moves back in, faster than any human 
should and looking all the faster because of her great size.

As she kicks again, her other foot slips on a patch of oil, and she almost 
falls- but regains her balance with inhuman agility. Supraman 
approaches her from the other direction, and she leaps away, turning to 
keep both Walt and Chuck in front of her.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey is trying to stay even with Walt, to back him up.  He loses a little 
time glancing over at Abe, but Abe is moving so he probably isn't doing 
too bad (although the blow would probably have taken my head off).  He 
loses a little more time trying to figure out Mabe's advice, how is he 
suppose to hit someone without touching???  No answer comes to mind, 
so Harvey will settle for hoping it takes a little time for anything bad to 
happen.  Harvey _hopes_ that being desolid won't count as touching, 
since he'll be depending on it for defense, but he'll attack at high 
density.  Maybe switching back and forth between desolid and high 
density will be effective, might even confuse this 'legion'.  Having at least 
an illusion of a plan Harvey speeds up to match Walt, while trying not to 
look like he's rushing so he'll seem composed.

<><><><><>

Walt:

Walt thanks God that his "power" seems to be working; he has *no* 
doubt but that his head would have shattered like an over-ripe melon if 
that kick has actually connected!

But he can't leave it at that...not with Jamie trapped somewhere in there.

He moves carefully toward her, only wanting to get the chance to touch 
her once without getting smeared.  One touch,(he hopes) and this 
"Amazon" will be out of the fight. Without powers, "Supraman" should be 
able to deal with her/it.  And hopefully that one good shot that she nailed 
him with would kill some of that pompousness that he exuded...

...but Walt wasn't betting on it; he was lucky, but not *that* lucky!

"Ma'am, I do wish you all would be careful.  Wouldn't do for you to fall 
and do yourself an injury now, would it?"

Walt moves in, a purposeful expression on his face.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

  Even though Legion has moved so that Walt and Chuck aren't coming 
from opposite sides, Harvey like the idea so much that he'll move along 
the flank and try for a different angle to come in on.

<><><><><>

[GM]

"Aren't you sweet?" the woman snarls at Walt.

Supraman and Walt both stand between Legion and the plane, both are 
trying to move in on her, on each side. Meanwhile, Harvey attempts to 
circle around the group to approach Legion from behind.

 Supraman doesn't have the patience for tactical maneuvers, though- he 
charges the woman, swinging this time. Legion dips and extends one 
leg, catching him in the stomach with a kick that lifts him off the ground. 
The big man grunts and staggers backward, winded for the moment, but 
he still seems tough enough to avoid serious injury.

Legion spins to face Harvey, and tries to grab him by the shirt front, then 
snarls as her hand passes through him. "If I can't hit you," she snaps, 
"you can't hit me, fool!" She proceeds to run right through him, making a 
wide arc around Walt and the gasping Supraman, heading towards the 
plane.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey thinks to himself, in a snippy way, 'well I knew that if you couldn't 
hit me I couldn't hit you; but I figured it'd take you longer to recover from 
the surprise and I'd get to attack then'.  Fortunately, Harvey doesn't lose 
time deciding to chase legion. (though he isn't sure what to do when, 
and if, he catchs her).

<><><><><>

Walt:

Walt curses quietly., taking off after her, hoping beyond hope that 
*something* would slow her down long enough for him to get close.  
Close enough to touch her, and hopefully end this menace .

He will be running as best he can, but will try to be wary of a quick kick 
or punch from her as she runs.

<><><><><>

[GM]

The Amazonian incarnation of Legion easily outruns all three men, and 
at the side of the plane, leaps easily up to the lip of the cargo hold, then 
slips, almost losing her balance for a moment.

Blasts of gunfire fill the air, and she reels back as the three agents 
inside, including Mabe, open up on her, point blank. She is blown off the 
edge and falls to the ground, landing with an acrobatic roll, but she rises 
very stiffly. Blood is running down her front.

"Unnggh..." she grunts. "Damn!" Leaning over, she swivels her head to 
look at Walt. "You!? You made me fall, somehow...."

"Well, what did you expect?" Her comment catches everyone by 
surprise, as it seems uncertain to whom she is addressing it. "Now has it 
occurred to you that while you're absorbing the psycho-bitch, if she's 
NOT totally comatose, we're gonna be helpless while you're trying to 
subdue her? And all these guys will clean our clock!"

Without warning, she hops up, grabs the lip of the cargo hold, and flips 
herself up into the bay, feet first, with an impressive gymnastic 
maneuver. One foot drives into the stomach of an unwary agent who 
was leaning over the edge with his pistol, and he goes flying back into 
the hold, making a resounding impact that everyone can hear as he hits 
the far wall.

"Hi Mabe," you hear the woman say. Two more gunshots, a heavy 
cracking sound, then silence.

Supraman is the first to leap up into the hold. Walt and Harvey are now 
just beneath the edge of the opening.

<><><><><>

Walt:

"NO!," Walt screams, a stricken look on his face as he hears the above.  
Walt tries to jump up and catch hold of the edge so that he can pull 
himself up.  He imagines that *maybe* the shot that the Amazon took at 
Mabe was not really as bad as she thought (or it sounded).  

[Thoughts, bad thoughts, go racing through Walt's head.  If Mabe, or any 
of the other agents are dead, it is at least partially *his* fault.  If he had 
just done what they had wanted, used his powers to nullify Lucretia's, 
she'd in all likelyhood be dead now, and there would be no need for 
'normals' to try and stop a powerhouse like the Amazon.]

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey's first instinct is to rush into the plane, possibly using a little 'walk 
on air' to assist, but a sneaky though comews to mind.  What could 
legion plan as a counter to to legion's objections?  A hostage comes to 
mind. So Harvey will continue under the plane a ways and then walk on 
air straight up, trying to come up on the far side of palne from the door 
everyone else is using.
   The extra time he's taking worries Harvey, but he figures Supraman is 
already in there and should be able handle things for the duration of the 
delay.
   Harvey figures to try to rush legion and desolidify her (it? them?) then 
drop with her right through the bottom of the plane.  Possibly down into 
the ground even.  Getting legion out of the plane should get her away 
from both the normal DOD agents and Lucretia; of course, it also gets 
her away from the other meta agents, darn.

<><><><><>

[GM]

As Walter and Harvey both get up into the plane, their own way, they 
find Supraman and Legion duking it out in close quarters. Legion is fast, 
and clearly a better fighter. Her advantage is somewhat reduced by the 
lack of space, but she's still avoiding his blows and landing many 
herself. As she sees the other two men enter, she snarls and plants her 
foot in Chuck's chest, giving a mighty shove that thrusts him right over 
Walt's head and back onto the tarmac. Chuck hits with a thud, then 
lurches to his feet, wiping blood out of his face and limping back towards 
the plane. "All I gotta do is hit her once!" he growls.

Mabe and the other two agents are lying on the floor; you can't tell how 
badly hurt they are.

"Great, now what?!" the tall black woman demands. She aims an 
experimental kick at Harvey's head as he rises through the floor of the 
plane, and seems not particularly surprised when it passes harmlessly 
through him.

"Dammit, let *me* handle this if you don't want us to get our butts 
kicked!" she snaps. "Or if you think you can do better, go ahead, see 
how well *you* can avoid that big-ass cracker! Yeah, I didn't think so..."

She looks wary as Harvey rushes her, jabbing a fist through his face, 
finding it still doesn't connect, and thus seems taken by surprise when 
Harvey's hands materialize on her shoulders. She kicks straight up, 
through his groin, but her knee goes all the way to his chest. "How the 
hell did you-?" Then Harvey pushes her down, and they both sink 
through the floor of the plane.

She struggles desperately as she begins floating towards the ground. 
Harvey finds that having desolified her completely, he can no longer 
hold onto her. And Supraman doesn't stop to think about how Legion 
came sinking down through the bottom of the plane; he charges her 
immediately, with a flying tackle that sails through her and Harvey and 
lands thirty feet away, where he skids along the ground, making a 
horrible grinding sound as his knees and elbows gouge grooves in the 
cement.

Legion swears, then protests- "No! I-"

And suddenly she's not there anymore. Instead, a little girl hovers in the 
air where the black amazon was a moment ago. A small white child with 
blonde hair, her eyes filled with a white glow. She's wearing a dainty 
blue dress and shiny black shoes, and she hangs in the air, with her 
hands clasped at her waist in front of her, like a mannequin. She looks 
about six years old.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey is not very surprised by legion's sudden try at shape changing, 
because nothing legion does would really surprise him.  He hardly slows 
down to conclude that this is still legion and the fight is still on.  What 
does slow him down, slightly, is trying to evaluate the tactical situation.  
This is obviously a meta, the glowing eyes are a dead give away.  That 
she is floating in mid air is also obvious, since she couldn't have stopped 
otherwise. Harvey decides that getting her moving towards the ground 
again could be difficult, and since he'd have to solidify, dangerous.  He 
also isn't sure how long chuck will need to recover from plowing up the 
runway.
  Harvey quickly feels in his pockets and pulls out the only thing he finds, 
his wallet.  Time to get vicious and hope this doesn't turn out to be a 
major mistake, he'll try to resolidify the wallet 'inside' legion.  (Wonder if 
there'll be time for this before the next attack comes?)

<><><><><>

Walt:

"JAMIE!!!!" Walt cries, swearing inwardly; he was going to spend the 
entire fight climbing into and out of the plane!

Walt struggles to get as close as he can as quickly as he can, well 
aware that she has TK power and is part of Legion.

"Honey, listen to me; it's 'uncle' Walt," he says, moving nearer if he can.  
"Do you remember me, darlin'?  I'm the one who helped you and your 
daddy try and get away from those men at the Hospital.  Jamie, I'm here 
to help"

Walt stands ready, trying to approach the child but well aware that she 
could change or turn on them at any second.

<><><><><>

[GM]

The girl doesn't say a word, but rapidly levitates away from Harvey as he 
extends an arm towards her, holding a wallet. She doesn't move a 
muscle, but her body simply moves vertically away, at a slight upward 
angle. Then she rotates until she's facing Walt, standing at the entrance 
to the cargo bay, with that eery, expressionless stare.

The plane suddenly jerks, and rises into the air, then tilts, and Walt feels 
his feet going out from under him as he is dumped ten feet to the 
ground, landing conveniently on his feet with only a slight wince from the 
shock of impact. You hear bodies and a refrigerated coffin sliding along 
the floor of the plane, towards the opening, and Kelly Donovan 
screaming, in the passenger section above.

Supraman, half-running, half-limping back towards the plane, pauses 
and stares. "Holy SMOKES!"

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Well, I knew it couldn't be that easy.

  Looking at the plane being 'shaken' by an invisible grip, that's not too 
bad...but I bet it will be!

   This is getting hard!  How do you stop a telek with the strength to toss 
around a jet plane?  And a telek probably doesn't care if your solid or not 
when they attack!
   Walt could stop legion if he could get close enough, but that means 
either bring legion lower or walt higher.  Since currently Walt is way over 
there Harvey will rely on the adage take the high ground and climb up 
closer to legion.  He really doesn't know what to do when he gets there, 
but when Walt gets close he may resort to giving him a lift up.


[Dave:  How far away is Walt?  and how high up is legion?  I get lost 
easy for some reason.]

<><><><><>

[GM]

Legion is now floating about 20 feet up, and Walt is about the same 
distance from Harvey.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

O.k. plan revision time.  Harvey will drop down and try to give Walt a 
hand up, to Legion.  (Actually, I'm beginning to think getting legion out of 
the plane may have been tactically faulty.  I just wanted to get it away 
from Lucy and the injured agents.  Unfortunately, I gave it a lot more 
room to maneuver).

<><><><><>

Walt:

Walt sees what goes on, and his eyes bug out at the enormity, the 
impossibility
of it...a passenger jet just floating there!!

"Oh my God..." he gasps, for a moment shocked into immobility.  Then, 
strangely
calm, Walt moves under the shadow of the jet.  He concentrates fiercely, 
hoping
against all hope that the 'little girl' part of legion will take it into her
head to just put the jet down on top of him...

...and that his 'luck' would get him out of it, or at least save those people
around him.

<><><><><>

[GM]

Walt maneuvers to a point under the plane, as Harvey approaches him 
and makes as if to try helping him up in the air.

Lucretia's refrigerated coffin suddenly slides out of the cargo bay and 
falls to the ground, the end smashing into the concrete and causing the 
container to break open. The chilled, bloody body of the deadly 
superwoman tumbles out and lies in front of you all, making a truly 
grotesque sight.

Legion, in his/her/its current six year-old incarnation, remains motionless 
and impassive, hovering in the air. The jet, however, suddenly rotates 
about and then plummets down at an angle- straight at the approaching 
Supraman.

The big man blinks as the plane descends on him, then he disappears 
under tons of metal as the body of the plane crashes down on him with 
an enormous impact. One wing also hits the ground, and crumples. The 
plane shudders and slides a few dozen yards, then comes to rest, 
looking something like an elongated beer can with wings, that someone 
squeezed too hard.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey is shocked when the plane "crashes", a good trick for a plane 
that was parked on the run way!  Chuck!  Kelly and the other agents!  
After standing there for a few seconds, with his mouth hanging open, it 
gets through to Harvey that this is going to call for desperate measures.
   Breathing deeply to stead his nerves Harvey walks over to Lucretia's 
body, puts a hand on it, swallows hard, and desolidifies the body.  He 
prays that she isn't aware of what is going on.  Letting her slide into the 
ground before resolidifying should keep Legion from being able to 
absorb power too dangerous to allow.  He hopes the late Lucy would 
prefer death to joining Legion.  He hopes Walt can forgive him...heck, he 
hopes he can forgive him himself.
   It takes a few seconds after 'burying' Lucretia to focus on Legion and 
the problem of the agents who were on the plane.  Harvey figures they'd 
better handle legion before trying to rescue Chuck and the other agents, 
so they'd better handle Legion very fast.

<><><><><>

Walt:

"JESUS CHRIST!!!" Walt swears, fairly certain that the Lord himself 
would be in an awed, frightened state at this point.  The sheer enormity 
of the crash has left Walt in a curious state of mind.

"Harvey, try and get me up there!" Walt cries, previous plans forgotten.

<><><><><>

[GM]

[Jeez, "Mr. Nice Guy" Harvey can be a ruthless SOB! Guess I'm not 
going to get to reuse Lucretia after all; leave it to PCs to do anything but 
what you expect them to do and exactly what you don't! <g>]

Lucretia's skin feels cold and clammy when you lay your hands on her. 
With a deep breath, you concentrate and turn her insubstantial.

Up above, Legion seems to shimmer for a moment, and the child's eyes 
widen, and her mouth opens, the first muscular activity you've seen from 
her.

Lucretia sinks into the ground, then stops with just a part of her left hand 
still sticking out.

"No!"

Legion's angry cry sounds like the squeak of a startled child, which is 
perhaps what it is. But the emotionless face of the young girl is suddenly 
twisted in fury, giving her a chilling, almost demonic look.

"She was mine! MINE!"

Her eyes glow brighter, and her hair stirs, then rises like a golden halo 
around her head, stirred in an invisible wind.

And a shock wave suddenly shakes the earth. Harvey is lifted off his 
feet, then some instinct causes him to become insubstantial again, but 
he can still feel a wave of force pass through him.

An invisible hand lifts Walt and *hurls* him away. The helpless man 
goes spinning through the air like a leaf in a hurricane, is tossed almost 
a hundred yards, and hits a chain link fence, which bends like a 
volleyball net, strains almost to the breaking point, then rebounds, 
tossing the man against the ground, hard. The impact against the fence 
feels like being hit with a giant tennis racket. The ground smacks hard 
enough to break bones, which he probably has, but he's unconscious 
before the pain hits.

The plane itself goes scuttling along the concrete airstrip, seeming to 
weigh not much more than Walt before the force of Legion's shockwave. 
Metal screeches and tears, a wing folds and crumples, and the body 
bends and flattens. Sparks spray all over the runway as metal grinds 
against concrete, and the bottom of the plane bursts into flames. It skids 
through the fence that separates the airstrip from the civilian portion of 
the airport, not far from where Walt is lying, though missing him 
completely (of course.)

A few cars that were parked on and near the airstrip flip over and roll, 
end over end. One lands on its roof, bursts into flames, then explodes. 
Some people who were walking or standing in the area, observing the 
battle, go flying, some hitting the building and some slamming into the 
ground dozens of yards away.

The aluminum walls of the government hanger bend inwards, and every 
door and window explodes inwards. Windsocks and satellite dishes and 
signposts, everything within a hundred yards, whether anchored to the 
ground or not, is ripped free and hurled away.

A quarter mile away, windows and glass doors all along the airport 
terminal shatter, and people are knocked off their feet. A baggage truck 
tips over. Luggage goes flying.

A plane coming in for a landing on the nearest runway suddenly dips 
and wobbles in the air, then the engines howl as the pilot tries to regain 
control and steady the descending craft.

Legion hovers undisturbed in the midst of the maelstrom, then slowly 
lowers herself to the ground, twenty feet from Harvey. The angelic little 
girl stares at him with an expression that belongs on the face of Satan 
himself.

"MINE!" she hisses.

Harvey hears a voice in his head suddenly.  **Maybe not such a great 
move, dude!**

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey looks heavily distracted, maybe it's what he just did to lucretia, 
maybe it's what Legion did to the airport, maybe it's that Walt can 
actually talk now... or maybe it's something that is making Harvey 
scratch his head and look around.
  Harvey looks over at Walt, "well, if your game then I'm game."

<<  **Maybe not such a great move, dude** >>

"Yeah, no sh**!  I thought it was just a tactical move keeping Legion from 
absorbing Lucretia and becoming unstoppable, but this is a disaster!  
Who'd have thought?"

Harvey suddenly realizes, he's all alone out here facing a _very_ 
powerful, not necessarily very mature or stable meta.  He tries to think 
tactically, but considering the result of his last tactical decision was the 
destruction of the airport, combined with his blank mind, does not bode 
well for that approach.  A stretegic retreat seems sensible, but since 
Harvey is the only one left that is unacceptable.  Take cover or attack, 
that is the queston.
   Or Talk.  Trying to buy some time, Harvey steps out and spreads his 
arms to try and look non-threatening.  Just maybe there is some of the 
Jaime that Walt knew in there. "This tantrum is silly!  Look at the mess 
you've made!  For that matter, look what you did to our friend Walter!" 
(pointing towards Walt and beginning walking slowly towards legion's 
location, but on the ground so far) "He never hurt you and you just threw 
him across the field like a rag doll.  It hurts when you fall like that!"
   Harvey barely manages to beat down the urge to cross his fingers.

[sorry David,  I've lost my bearings again, is Harvey between Legion and 
Walt?]

<><><><><>

[GM]

		plane

<-Airport	  /	| fence
		 /	|
		========|			x Harvey
	 	 \	|				x Legion
	  	  \	|  x Walt



* * * * * * * * * *

The little girl keeps glowering at Harvey.

The cars scattered about the area suddenly rise and begin flying 
through the air, converging on Harvey. He flinches as the first one 
strikes the ground where he's standing, passing harmlessly through him 
but smashing against the concrete and sending metal and glass 
fragments in all directions. None seem to reach Legion, however.

The next one flies through Harvey, hits the ground and rolls, bursting 
into flames. Two more collide in midair, then crash into the first, and all 
three detonate in a fiery explosion.

Legion throws half a dozen cars at Harvey, all without any effect on the 
man, but littering the government airstrip with even more wreckage. 
Legion's hair rises again in that invisible wind, as her apparent tantrum 
continues. Harvey hears an ominous rumble coming from the earth 
beneath him.

That young male voice sounds in your head again:

**No dice, dude, no one home! Legion's all the way in control of that 
body! Man, you got him pissed off! When she gets done tryin' to kill you, 
she's gonna try to absorb you, and your friends too!**

<><><><><>

Harvey:

There it is again!  The second time that voice from nowhere, either 
Harvey is going crazy or something strange is happening.  
well,....stranger things hacve happened (starting about a week ago) so 
Harvey tries thinking back, "In case this is two-way: I see the problem, 
but do you have anything CONSTRUCTIVE to say?  Because I'm really 
out of ideas and I'm open to advice!"

<><><><><>

[GM]

**Umm, last time that other dude shut Legion down. So far him and that 
shapechanging kid are the only ones who've ever foiled Legion. Hell if I 
know what you can do....**

The ground continues to rumble, and then fissures open up beneath 
Harvey's feet, a widening chasm splitting the runway. The child/Legion 
looks furious that Harvey remains standing in midair, instead of falling 
into the crack in the Earth.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey thinks back sourly "great, so I'm really in trouble", not that it's the 
voices fault that he's in trouble and probably over his head.

"If Walt shut Legion down last time, can you see if he's conscience now?  
I don't know what I can do, I guess the only thing is to try to get close 
enough to attack or else try to sucker legion into coming closer.  I don't 
think the latter's going to work so better wish me 'luck', (I'll need it)."

"Say, I know your not the phone company, but could you get in touch 
with the 'shape-changing kid'?  If he's the other one to beat Legion, I 
could use the help.  And I probably shouldn't ask, but when I get close 
enough to attack legion maybe you could sort of yell in Legion's ear and 
distract it." Logically of course, a voice you 'hear in your head', is going 
to have a hard time 'yelling in someone's ear' but ought to make a very 
good distraction anyways. "Sing out if you get any good ideas", Harvey 
tells 'The Voice'.

Harvey will start moving towards Legion, under his breath cursing his 
inability to 'run' on air.  Trying to get close enough to attack legion and 
getting ready the 'armor piercing wallet', while hoping Legion never 
realizes to just pull him arm from arm with telekinesis.

<><><><><>

[GM]

**I don't think you get it....** the voice says, mournfully, before fading 
away abruptly.

Legion keeps staring at you intently, and you feel the oddest sensation, 
as if something just went rushing through you again.

Then she levitates into the air, before you get close to her, and floats 
quickly towards the plane. Which, you notice, is still burning.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Legion's move towards the plane reminds Harvey that there are people 
in there, friends.  He also realizes he's wasted a lot of time and still has 
know good ideas what to do.  This continual improvizing is running thin, 
he thinks, as he sprints after Legion.  Only just realizing the plane had 
caught fire.

<><><><><>

[GM]

As Harvey sprints to catch up with Legion, the fire around the airplane 
suddenly flares up, and an explosion tears apart the rear of the plane. 
The flames are rapidly spreading along the body of the craft.

Meanwhile, Legion turns out to be heading not towards the plane, but 
towards Chuck, who is lying along the path the airplane took as it went 
sliding across the airport. Unconscious, he seems to be helpless against 
whatever Legion plans for him. The child descends towards the ground, 
while thirty yards beyond her, the plane looks ready to blow up at any 
second.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

Harvey decides that given this conundrum he'll have to hope (pray?) that 
Chuck is as tough as he thinks and can hold out at least briefly against 
Legion, as Harvey heads towards the plane to try rescue the others.

<><><><><>

[GM]

You float into the plane, passing through the flames without feeling the 
heat, and see Mabe and the other three men lying near the entrance to 
the still-open cargo bay. Mabe is semi-conscious, and trying to drag 
himself to the threshold.

Above, you can hear Kelly screaming in the passenger compartment.

<><><><><>

Harvey:

"Mabe, be right back after I grab Kelly!"  Havey says as he rushs for the 
passenger section.  When he gets there he'll throw Kelly over his 
shoulder (fortunately she's small and light) come back this way and help 
the other agents get clear.  (If Kelly can run as well as scream he'll put 
her down by the door so he can try to help two of the other agents at 
once.)

<><><><><>

[GM]

Kelly is almost hysterical as you phase into the passenger compartment, 
but doesn't resist as you grab her and pull her through the side of the 
plane. You set her down on the ground and hope for the best.

Back in the cargo bay, Mabe has managed to drag two other men to the 
edge of the door. You quickly help them out, then grab the third.

As you're carrying him out, the plane explodes.

A fireball erupts all around you, and you experience the eerie and 
terrifying sensation of having flames go around you and through you, 
sense the air pressure blasting outwards as the shock wave blows 
flames and debris away from the plane, but somehow, neither you nor 
your passenger is harmed....however, you can't breathe, as the air is so 
hot you choke as soon as you inhale. You can hold your breath, but it 
seems to have an adverse effect on the agent you're carrying. You can 
only move as fast as possible towards safe ground, and hope that 
everyone made it.

As you finally step into the clear, and set your burden down outside the 
radius of the the flames, you hear sirens approaching. Looking around, 
you see Mabe lying on the ground, over the two men he was with. He 
seems to be unconscious. Twenty yards away, Kelly is lying face up, 
and not looking good. Obviously severely burned, and bloody as well, 
she seems to have been tossed like a rag doll by the explosion. You 
can't tell whether she's alive.

Walt is lying where he was before, and none of the flames or debris 
seems to have touched him.

Nearby, Chuck, aka Supraman, is slowly rising to his feet. Legion is 
nowhere in sight.

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Harvey:

The rescue wasn't a total success, in the sense that no one was injured, 
but so far everyone has survived.  Unfortunately, Kelly doesn't look too 
good, Mabe and the other agents are kind of banged up (hope they give 
Mabe a medal for this!).  It's lucky that Walt isn't injured; lucky but not 
surprising.
   Unfortunately, the fact that Chuck is getting up and Legion has 
disappeared is NOT good news.  Since it probably implies that legion 
won.  Harvey grimaces to himself and curses for taking so long with the 
rescue; then puts on his best poker face.  There's always a chance 
Legion didn't take over, but it's slim.  Legion seems to be targetting 
metas, Mabe and the agents should be safe, Walt is probably more of a 
danger to Legion than vice-a-versa, so is probably safe.  Kelly may or 
may not be in danger, Legion might not want to take her over in her 
current physical condition.  Harvey is more or less untouchable right 
now.
   Harvey will move towards 'chuck', wondering if possibly it is chuck.

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[GM]

Chuck, rising to an erect stance, looks down at Harvey from his six-plus-
foot height and confirms Harvey's worst fears;

"I...am....Legion!"

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Harvey:

"I don't suppose there's anyone reasonable in there that I could talk to?" 
(Partly to see if chuck is in there, partly to see if the 'voice' comes back).

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[GM]

With the flaming wreckage of the plane behind him, and Mabe, Kelly 
Donovan, and the other agents scattered on the ground nearby, all 
injured or worse by their near-escape from the explosion, Harvey faces a 
glowering Supraman, only to hear the dread words;


"I
    am
        LEGION!"


Then his face contorts angrily, and in a tone sounding a little more like 
the old Chuck, adds, "Dammit!"

Then his face smooths over again to that eerie implacable hostility, as if 
Chuck and Legion are struggling for dominance inside his body. Legion 
seems to have won, as "Supraman" shakes a fist at you and says "Next 
time. When you're alone."

With that, he seems to ripple, and that dark-haired man you saw just 
before all this started reappears. With an expression frighteningly 
identical to the one you just saw on Chuck, he gives you one last look 
before he suddenly disappears.

Just before Legion disappears, you hear that voice again;

**He's gotta get Chucky under control, gotta go! From now on he'll know 
better than to take on a buncha you at onc-**