<strong>Myriad (LA)</strong><br/><br/>The lightning crackling outside was getting closer slowly, the storm's rage building from the sounds of it. Earlier semi-clouded sky was becoming dark and threatening, as the lightning crossed the sky lighting the air as rain and strong winds began to blow. As it neared, the electronics began to act up. Shutting down and starting again, and showing static on the television after a moment before finding the channel again, only to lose it again. Whatever it was, it was not just Myriad's place though, from the looks of it, out through the window, the lights across the street in another building were flickering on and off quickly.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Myriad (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>The message from LA side was suddenly cut off, leaving a 'no signal' message remaining. The connection attempted to re-establish a link a couple of times, without success. The Las Vegas side was unbothered, only the LA connection seemed to have gone down from the effect.<br/><br/>Val's search came up to find a small local movie being filmed, and looking for actresses. Something that had pretty specific descriptions for 4 required female roles, but also offering work for a few weeks in smaller roles, and a good payment for those weeks. The thing was the movie was a poor budget zombie flick that would probably not be seen by many people, and filmed in a run-down neighborhood.<br/><br/>There was also a posting on a professional website about upcoming auditions for a play, and steady though narrow payments for months ahead with that.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>What he had to say seemed to shock the woman, the african-american fellow laughing lightly at that as he headed off. "Looks like he got your tongue stuck, doc." The way he headed off cheerfully, it seemed obvious the two did not get along too well. As he was going, the woman frowned, closing the door after him and approaching Paradox.<br/><br/>"We need some answers and we are not exactly sure what you are. Your flight path was ballistic and got a lot of people rattled and scared, and now they want to find out what exactly it was. We found you at the site, and with that outfit that is definitely beyond bizarre. It has not been removed, don't worry." As she said this she watched him warily. "And yes, we wonder what your part in all this is, so we would like to know a few things."<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed a bit more at the comment about the sky, sighing and looking outside. "The sky is beautiful but it has been that way for a while. We cant see the stars from all the light-pollution at night, but its still impressive." She shrugged. "But I find you more impressive, or at least your gear. What is it?"<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Ada (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>The tired looking man watched Ada a moment and then sighed. "Fine. Get in." He moved to sit down again. "Where to chief?" He shouted from inside the taxi while tossing his cigarette out of the window after getting seated there. "The call said to Ravenwood but nothing more direct, you just want there or you got a closer address?" His tone was serious as he slumped on the seat there.<br/><br/>At that point a nearby door opened to reveal a woman carrying a large bag heading towards the taxi but pausing on spotting Ada. She watched Ada warily, one hand in the pocket, another holding the bag's handle, seeming to be sizing her up as she paused.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Dominic (Arlington, Virginia)</strong><br/><br/>As Dominic and Senator Lieberman were still talking a man in a black suit and 'secret service' written all over him in his manners and serious look stopping to speak up to the Senator, casting a brief look at Dominic behind his dark glasses, but seeming to find himself unable to ask the man to leave, though he did glance at Dominic and then back at the door a few times before seeming to make his decision and just speak straight.<br/><br/>"Senator Lieberman, we need you to see this." He moved to the nearby wall-mounted television screen and pressed on the button at the bottom. "Switching to CBS news and..." The image shifted to a map of the United States West Coast, and in particular LA area. "...are still assessing the threat, but evacuations are a possibility and the airport has already began redirecting flights elsewhere and suspending flights until weather improves, as the storm cotninues to grow and approach." The image showed a large black cloud on the screen, with a timing in the upper left corner showing the storm mostly at sea, fifteen minutes later on the coast itself, half an hour later half-way over the city, and in an hour covering the entire city and pushing on.<br/><br/>"Several ships at sea have already suffered severe damage and we have received reports of at least three vessels in need of assistance, but attempts at rescue are impossible within this freak weather. While estimates agree it will lose strength when reaching mainland its also assumed it will cause damage in its passing, and the large amount of lightning is bound to increase the damage." As the Senator watched the screen and then at the secret-service man, the man in suit cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"The weathermen agree, this is not natural, the storm is moving<em>against</em>predictions." He left the rest unspoken. "Dominic, I think you can see why we need this now more than ever." Lieberman crossed his fingers. "When there are<em>individuals</em>that can cause something like this, if its man-made indeed, we need to have something to help us counter any attempts to harm us with such. Such powers would definitely cause unforeseen chaos and destruction in terrorist hands for example. I am not saying we need a military organization, but we need someone, something that is capable of dealing with matters such as this. I will hope to hear your report as soon as its possible, but rest assured this storm will be a perfect example to any doubters that we need assistance once they too learn that this was not nature."<br/><br/>((OOC: I had already written this and was posting when I noticed you had just made a new post 1 minute before I first tried to post this. So, I moved on to write the next segment, but you witnessed the above exchange as well. Though you may need to leave it without much comment at the time being.))<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Dominic (Arriving in Philadelphia)</strong><br/><br/>The plane was landing when Dominic Sugar's contacts were working on getting the information he had requested. They'd probably be settling down soon, but in the meanwhile Bill seemed to grunt to the phone at the other end, shifting papers from the sounds of it. "Hmmh, its slave labor here but the bonuses make it worthwhile. You gotta make a good offer if you want me to shift somewhere else. Ahh, as for that, yeah I have heard something. She was doing a very good job, with a healing success rate of 98%. Only one patient didn't heal under her touch, and the person in question was already considered dead for legal purposes. So it seems she cannot bring the dead back to life, even if they are only 'recently deceased', but otherwise, she got people cured of cancer, blindness, crippling injuries, and apparently did something about a boy from some third world country that had lost a leg to a landmine. Would you believe it, the damn stump grew into a whole new foot over time!" There was a short laugh at the other end, but then a heavy sigh. "After that ruckus though, nothing. Police moved in to secure her, get her out of there, but reports say she left the police station on her own after. Only to disappear." Bill sounded unhappy about this. "I can look into it, but that's all I can tell off the handle."<br/><br/>The plane was touching ground when the phone rang before Dominic again, this time from Thomas. "Hey, took me a bit, you owe me some good smoked whiskey for this one, twenty years age minimum, but alright here's what I got. Her real name is Linda Ward, age 28, medical student at Harward Medical School, top of her class, but coming from a poor origin. No living relatives, orphaned at age of 15, lived with a now deceased uncle until his death at 2006, living on by herself in Massachusets, records show no criminal records associated with her. Has holdings in Massachusets, tracked down 3 known acquintances from school to Los Angeles, New York, and Pennsylvania. Each working in hospital. Arrived on the news-" The line cut, interrupting there. The sound was a dialtone from Dominic's end, whatever it was happened in Thomas' end.