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Post by jasonardelli on Apr 7, 2009 6:27:41 GMT -5
22nd March, 2009
Edge of New York State.
Every minute he covered a mile. It was productive. He’d already covered about a thousand of them, though, so each one seemed less important than the last one. He’d gone through five states, including Colorado, and had grown tired of the radio. He sat quietly, the only sound accompanying him being the slow hum of the engine, the unnaturally started battery slowly failing. The noises from the car became less positive as he slowed down, dropping to a speed where the cars behind him began honking their horns before he pulled over.
He’d done this routine too often, he felt. Opened the door, climbed out the car, walked to the front of the car, opened it up, rested his hand on the battery and sent a bolt of electricity racing from his palm into the car. The feeling of power wasn’t as exciting as it had been when he’d first done it, and his hands were getting blacker every time he used his power. He had to do something else with it, and he had earlier concluded that visiting his sister would be the best thing to do.
It was about an hour before midnight when he booked into the motel, taking a single room for a night with a face that looked far from happy. He broke the television within thirty minutes, and the light-bulbs shortly afterwards. From outside, the room appeared to slowly darken, accompanied with sparks of electricity from an unknown source and the occasional swear word. And someone was watching from outside.
Jason Ardelli was being watched.
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Post by solidus on Apr 7, 2009 7:23:02 GMT -5
Ben watched with amusement at the flickering motel room from the shotgun seat of a company 4x4. In the drivers seat was the human company agent known only to Ben as Dave, and that was only the name that Ben labeled to man. Dave's true identity was a mystery and he made no admit to hide his dislike for the rookie post human. This man was clearly a man of action who liked to do things his way without help, however he was pushed into this supervisor position to make sure Ben's first capture wasn't a failure. Ben had already passed his companies basic training test where he had to show off what he could do. It seemed his weekends of shooting down tin cans off the roof of his apartment came in handy.
For his first capture, Ben was set to bring a fellow post human whose ability shared a similarity to his own. The target was a man called Jason Ardelli, a paramedic from Denver who was on the run after he accidentally used his power to murder his best friend. That was the first recorded incident of his power and so far, his most violent use of his power. Ben hoped his first catch would be easy, but even if Mr. Ardelli decided to use his power to remove of Ben, Ben could easily use his own power to absorb the man's electric into something designed to knock Jason off his feet.
After half an hour of watching the hotel room, Dave turned to Ben. "It's time."
"So how do I do this? Knock on the door and say 'hey, I'm to kidnap you, please open the door'?" Ben asked looking at the senior agent however witnessing from the man's facial expression that he wasn't in the mood to humor Ben with an answer. "Never mind. I'll think of something." Ben said before heading to the corner of the building before scaling past the various rooms of the motel. Once he reached the correct door, he was pleased to hear it's occupant curse loudly as a another flash of light escaped the thin curtains. Ben knocked hard several times and shouted "I'm getting some complaints from fellow occupants about sounds. Would you please open the door and explain yourself."
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Post by jasonardelli on Apr 8, 2009 11:05:15 GMT -5
Noise? What noise? The lightning was only making a bit of noise, and nothing that the neighbours could here. Besides, this guy – the manager – was making enough noise himself by shouting. There were so many faults in this guy’s argument. It was -- questionable. Regardless, Jason closed his hand, allowing the small ball of electric energy he had created to disappear and approached the door, taking a firm grip of the handle and opening the door quickly. The face that was on the other side was not that of the manager who had given Jason the room.
First of all, the manager was black. This guy wasn’t. He was wearing a suit that did not suit him, and had a face that looked like it belonged on a sitcom. “You’re not the manager,” Jason stated simply, calmly, raising a quizzical eyebrow and shuffling slightly, moving his left hand behind his back and letting lightning dance between his thumb and forefinger. This guy’s intentions were questionable, that was for sure.
“Besides, you’re making quite a bit of noise shouting yourself,” Jason challenged, eyeing the man’s suit with a feeling of foreboding. He decided pretty quickly he wasn’t going to wait for an answer, and took a step forward, glaring at the man face-to-face. “Now, tell me who the hell you are, or leave. I really do not want to make you.” The lightning in between his fingers became slightly more violently, and he quickly covered up the sound by drumming on the door.
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Post by solidus on Apr 9, 2009 9:02:53 GMT -5
"What gave it away? Was it the suit? I bet it was the suit. I told Dave me wearing a suit is going to look suspicious but he insisted about company protocol," Ben replied when Jason called his bluff about not being the manager. As he stood there, Ben thought that perhaps ditching the suit would have been a good idea, or for that matter just checking out the manager to make sure Ben even resembled the man. However it didn't matter that his con didn't last long. All that matter was that this man opened the front door leaving him exposed to Ben. Ben really didn't feel that knocking down any doors and believed that would cause more noise than necessary.
Ben smirked in response to this man's hostility. His cockiness got the better of him, especially when the man threatened him and displayed his ability to conjure electric. In Ben's mind Jason was as good as captured. Thanks to his own ability, Ben could absorb the attacks from Jason and convert it into a weapon of his own. The only problem would be converting into something that wouldn't kill Jason. After all, he was a kidnapper, not an assassin. He would try heat however he wasn't as tuned as using heat energy as he was electrical. The second option was converting the energy to sound, however that would attract too much attention.
"You'll make me?" Ben asked as he stepped back and raised his hand towards Jason. Using his power, he pulled the electrical energy generating from his fingers and absorbed it. This was nothing but an imitation tactic designed to show Jason what he was dealing with and hoped after seeing Ben take away his electric that he wouldn't put up much a fight. But just in case that wouldn't ease him into surrendering, Ben reached around his back and withdraw a revolver. He didn't aim it directly at Jason, he didn't want to shoot him, just scare him. "I work for a group called Primatech and we want a word with you. We want to help you, and to stop anyone becoming another Adrian Cartwright."
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