Placeholder: Confrontation

[basic_powers]

April 14th
Original Rainmaker Site, exact location unknown, Iowa.
3:30 pm

Minutes later, after the children went in with Doctor Irons, the high-end family car pulled up to park by remote. Seconds later, Tyler got out, hiding behind the car door to peer up at the abandoned and heavily damaged former institution warily...

"I'm here."
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"So... now what?"

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[npc238.livejournal.com]

"There!" interrupts Lyle, pointing.

[justiceoverlaw]

"I think we'll need to commandeer your vehicle to get everyone home, Harold," says the Revenant, emerging (with his usual quiet drama) from behind said van. "I'm afraid Junior, here, totaled the family car."

[basic_powers]

"I'm really glad you're okay, but you didn't happen to grab my homework before the car exploded, did you?"

[npc238.livejournal.com]

"No problem," says Harold, ignoring this. "It's the least I can do before... I go to jail, I guess. Kidnapping's a felony, isn't it?"

Now that Irons is gone, he understands everything he just did. It's not pleasant.

[npc238.livejournal.com]

"Doctor Irons made you do it," Lyle tells him. "He told you lies about our Rainmaker program, hoping you'd get close to people who might make him a new body or fix his old one. I helped you so you could help me."

[npc238.livejournal.com]

"But I don't get how—"

[npc238.livejournal.com]

"When you turn off my powers, I can look at everything and everyone, for a while, and just see... the surface: no possible futures, or the past, or anything. It's... peaceful."

Metahumans exist who can change their size, shape, color, and density, but this is the strangest transformation yet: spooky, omniscient Lyle Sutton, become nothing more than a happy little boy.

"And even if this is the only time I ever get to feel normal, I want to thank you, Harold."

[justiceoverlaw]

"I hate to break this up," puts in the Revenant, "but we need to go, now. My communications gear was damaged beyond repair, and I can't stop Cranston from calling the authorities. They probably won't be the most sympathetic people to me or Harold. And..." They can't see him wince, but he clutches at his side and leans against the van. "...I think I've got several internal injuries that just won't... keep quiet... oooohhh..."