The Fallen Son
"I don't understand any of this." Much of the last hour was a whirlwind scenario for Brian. He couldn't contact any of his Dominus colleagues. Instead he was surrounded by a number of S.T.R.I.K.E. operatives like there was some sort of collusion on his end. Skepticism of his motives weren't lost on the Newcastle legacy. However, the commotion did feel foreign to him. Where was this kind of urgency when his city was just another hood?
"She disrupts the infrastructure of the city. Projects meant to heal the community have either gone up in flames or choked on their own blood. That's personal. Like a slap in the face." She's creating division among his people. Old wounds reopened means exploitation by the pacified criminal element. She's awakened the beasts Brian tried to slay. Now L.A.W. appears useless and his tech proven ineffective. Everything's deliberate. The kind of coupe...he pulled himself nearly two years ago. He would be angry if he wasn't disturbingly impressed.
"She's following orders, but for who? Can anyone tell me that!!? Has anyone figured that out?" The last time he came in contact with the Poetic Assassin, he lost himself in her mind. A labyrinth of emptiness that he filled with waves of emotions he absorbed from his crying city. The interaction troubled his soul for months on end. Absence of humanity. It's all he could muster from their clash. Despite his powers, he couldn't decipher the why behind it all. In spite of her disappearance, Brian knew she would return for his city. He just thought....he'd have more time.
"Sir, we're gonna need you to relax." Agent Norfleet was assigned with keeping Brian distracted on the S.T.R.I.K.E. vessel. He'd been given his old Force uniform once more. Its scorched marks were a testament to the grim beginning of Valor City.
"Don't tell me to relax, okay!!? I have friends that I need to find. Family, too. Dammit, these are my people! They're dying, they're dying and I can't help them. For the love of Christ, I want you to tell Ruby...tell whoever's in charge that I want a minute with Ada Guillaume." Brian knew his demands came across privileged. He was in over his head, but he knew he had to try. As he shouted, however, there was a striking pain on the side of his face as the A.I. or "The Grid" connected to his nervous system glitched. A static hologram presenting a woman (@catalina_liafador) played in a loop as he pressed his palms against his forehead.
"Please, I just need a moment. I need closure."