Post by John Kilroy on Mar 6, 2024 2:48:27 GMT -7
Carol sat at her office as she looked over the files of various unregistered heroes. She was starting to get extremely impatient. It was bad enough that Jen of all people had betrayed her by getting...close with Daredevil as opposed to outing him. Did people not understand the importance of this? Lives were at stake. Order and unity must be established mistakes MUST be atoned for...her mistakes must be atoned for.
She bit her lip. It was times like this when she wanted to retreat to the bottle again. It had gotten bad again. it seemed like every attempt to get sober had just resulted in her falling off the wagon. Not to mention that tension among her peers had gotten...tense. What she was doing hadn't exactly been very popular. There were still plenty of people who didn't agree with the SRA. Many Civs had made it clear what they thought of her. The terms "Sold out" and "Fallen Angel" were common. One guy in particular who was clearly a Star Wars fan went as far as to call her "Grand Moff Danvers."
Part of her sort of got it but most of her didn't. Did these people not realize she was trying to do what was best for the country? She was trying to do what had to be done to ensure trust and accountability between the public and those with superhuman abilities. Her critics, they weren't there at McKinney;. They Didn't have to look at the surviving relatives in the eye like she had they didn't have to look at the look of hatred and disgust that came from the relatives of those who were victims. No sometimes sorry wasn't good enough. A price had to be paid atonement fulfilled a life for a life. In her case lives.
One of the agents walked in and gave a salute. Carol gave a half-hearted one in-kind.
"Did you find him?"
the agent shook his head. "We've searched everyplace in New York not a trace or a peep. He's either really good at hiding, people aren't talking or both. We're redoubling our efforts.
"Fools, the lot of them. Look I don't care what you have to do, but I want every noncompliant hero captured and brought to justice. These people have to learn that the law applies to all."
"Yes mam."
The agent turned to walk back before letting out a deep sigh. a noise that did not escape Carol's notice.
"Is there a problem?"
The agent moved his head slightly toward her. "Nothing Captain. I'm just remembering something my old man once taught me when I was younger.
"And what's that?" Carol asked with her attention focused more on the files in front of her.
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I just hope for everyone's sake, my old man was wrong."
Corol looked up sharply before shouting.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
No response.
"What is that supposed to mean?!?"
She asked again forcefully but it was already too late. the Agent was gone. Carol was once again alone.
She bit her lip. It was times like this when she wanted to retreat to the bottle again. It had gotten bad again. it seemed like every attempt to get sober had just resulted in her falling off the wagon. Not to mention that tension among her peers had gotten...tense. What she was doing hadn't exactly been very popular. There were still plenty of people who didn't agree with the SRA. Many Civs had made it clear what they thought of her. The terms "Sold out" and "Fallen Angel" were common. One guy in particular who was clearly a Star Wars fan went as far as to call her "Grand Moff Danvers."
Part of her sort of got it but most of her didn't. Did these people not realize she was trying to do what was best for the country? She was trying to do what had to be done to ensure trust and accountability between the public and those with superhuman abilities. Her critics, they weren't there at McKinney;. They Didn't have to look at the surviving relatives in the eye like she had they didn't have to look at the look of hatred and disgust that came from the relatives of those who were victims. No sometimes sorry wasn't good enough. A price had to be paid atonement fulfilled a life for a life. In her case lives.
One of the agents walked in and gave a salute. Carol gave a half-hearted one in-kind.
"Did you find him?"
the agent shook his head. "We've searched everyplace in New York not a trace or a peep. He's either really good at hiding, people aren't talking or both. We're redoubling our efforts.
"Fools, the lot of them. Look I don't care what you have to do, but I want every noncompliant hero captured and brought to justice. These people have to learn that the law applies to all."
"Yes mam."
The agent turned to walk back before letting out a deep sigh. a noise that did not escape Carol's notice.
"Is there a problem?"
The agent moved his head slightly toward her. "Nothing Captain. I'm just remembering something my old man once taught me when I was younger.
"And what's that?" Carol asked with her attention focused more on the files in front of her.
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. I just hope for everyone's sake, my old man was wrong."
Corol looked up sharply before shouting.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
No response.
"What is that supposed to mean?!?"
She asked again forcefully but it was already too late. the Agent was gone. Carol was once again alone.
