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An Interview with a Burnout|
September 13th 2006
Excerpt from a MCO interview,
Subject: Pre-interview Statement of the Mutant Designated "The Burnout Man"
Hi, my name if George Brody, and yes, I am a mutant, I'm not a superhero, nor am I a super-villain; I'm just a workaday person, although I do have to carry my MID everywhere I go. It's not that bad, you MCO guys usually leave me alone, usually only questioning me after my more sever burnouts.
For the record, I have no powers other than a "slapped-on" Exemplar 1, not that I got the looks just never scar once I fully recover. What I am known for, is that I have had one of the highest number of recorded burnout's by the MCO, DPA or ARC. I'm beginning to think it's an immune-reaction thing, or some sort of long-ranged mimic thing.
...But I digress.
The Incident in question you are probably going to grill me about the next few hours was one of my more serious episodes. Mike Wilson in the Mutant-Ward, he's the Head Diagnostician, classified it as a Class 3, my third one interestingly enough.
Not as bad as that probability-warping burnout I had last time I visited Vegas, I'm just glad I wasn't gambling, I would have lost my shirt in addition to being in traction from the series of freak accidents.
Right, back to the incident, I work as a Mystery Shopper /Guest, In this case the site was a Hotel, and I was on a nearby walk trail leaning on a bridge railing while filling out my report using my phone.
I had just finished saving page three of my review when I felt it, and oncoming surge of unfamiliar power, I don't know about other mutants but I can feel the beginnings of a burnout, well the worst ones anyway.
Each burnout I have feels different and seems to have a different effect, this one made me feel suddenly energized, but I quickly found myself getting too warm, things progressing that fast usually signifies what I call a grand-mal.
Having had more than my share of energizer type burnouts I figured the creek would be the best place to wait it out. After depositing my backpack with phone, wallet and spare clothing in the bank I waded in.
Huh? Oh I always try to keep spare clothing on me, the backpack looks leather but it is armored, expensive, but it has saved me from becoming a streaker several times.
I've established that my burn-outs seem to be cause by environmental factors, well I would describe it as a wave, as a squatted in the creek my eyesight went blurry for a second and I could suddenly see lines in my vision, that usually means magic, and those can be some of the scariest.
No, magic ones are scary; the psychic ones are the worst.
Anyway, the lines thickened and kind of crushed together and began to knot themselves when they touched me. I could see purple lightning arc between my fingers, kinda like those plasma-balls they sell at Spencer's, every once in a while a tongue, I think that's the word, of that purple lightning would strike the water and a crust of what looked like ice would form.
Only the crystals where warm to the touch and glowed blue. There wasn't that much of it at first but then the crest of the "magic wave" hit and all I saw was white, and that was all she wrote until I woke up in the hospital.
You can interview me all you want but that is as much of the incident as I can remember, I can't help you with the crystal dam blocking up the creek.
Excerpt: Crystal Dam Incident
Special Agent James Monroe's Comments
Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Brody; He gets all of the disadvantages of being a mutant but none of the perks. My son, who is overly fond of internet tropes, would call him an "Iron Butt-monkey" whatever that is supposed to mean.
All municipal charges against Brody where dropped in an plea-bargain, and no additional charges were filed by the MCO either; it seems the crystals were of enough interest that there is a bidding war going on for the rights to harvest them.
The bidding seems to be going pretty well, the Mayor was salivating during my follow-up interview.
Brody probably won't see a dime.
Saturday October 7th2006
I 71 / I 75 Just south of Florence, Ohio
Transcript from a Traffic Helicopter 55KRC- THE Talk Station WKRC 550AM
"If you taking I 71 into Cincinnati today you might want to consider an alternate route," The Traffic News Anchor announced over the sound of the helicopter blades on the radio, "It looks like there is a multi-car pileup, as many as twenty car, trucks, semis, and even one Greyhound bus. This looks like it will be an all-nighter to get all of the cars wedged together on the bridge separated."
"Police reports say that the bus blew every tire it had simultaneously, causing it to grind to a halt at the end of a bridge blocking Interstate 71, a Semi swerved and ended up jack-knifing with his trailer breaking off and blocking Interstate 75," A news commentator droned between the end of one show and the beginning of the next, "After that cars just ended up piling up and plowing into one another, Amazingly there were no fatalities, and one woman had to be air-lifted out, she is now the mother of a healthy baby boy."
George Brody sat on the side of the road slightly away from the other bus passengers as they were checked-out by Paramedics, other than a slight fever he was feeling fine, most of the other passengers where alright as well. One passenger, who had been hassling a green-skinned GSD case ended up with a sprained ankle and ego when the GSD stopped him from flying through the front window.
"They're gonna blame me for this, I know it!" Michael Young, the young GSD mutant brooded, "They always like to blame the mutant, especially here."
"Naw, I doubt they can legitimately blame you," George reassured the kid as he offered him the last of his chips, "Just have your MID ready when the cops take your statement."
"What's an Em-Eye-Dee?"
George was a little taken aback by the question but the red and gold eyes of the kid next to him had an honestly clueless look in his eyes; George game him a harder look, the kid was tall enough to be a high school senior, but lanky enough that the growth was still new.
"Just how old are you?"
The Kid gulped and looked away, then looked back and if the darker green color of his face was any indication he was blushing up a storm.
"Oh, boy" George sighed, "How long ago you manifest?"
"A month or so," The kid answered while drawing in the gravel with his finger, "My mom found out and freaked, so I hightailed it out and have been living in the woods while a I scraped enough money to buy a ticket to New York. I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"It defiantly won't be easy," George answered as best as he could, "You might still be in the Grace period, and the fact that you are a minor might help you. The police will want contact your parents and the MCO are definitely going to want to talk to you about the lack of an MID. Just call for a Public Defender before they get there and you should be okay."
"I don't even know what an MID is..."
George fished his wallet out of his backpack and pulled out a clear-bordered pewter card with his picture, and showed it to the young green-skinned mutant.
"This is an MID"
Michael looked at the card it was displayed long-ways like his Sister's drivers license along the George's Picture was on the left, on the right was a bunch of stats, the usually eye color, hair, wherever EX -1(p) meant.
"Wait," Michael looked at George in disbelief, "You're a Mutant?"
"'Fraid so." George shrugged, "Not all mutants get Eye-beams or muscles upon muscles..."
"...Or green-skin and tentacles? " Michael finished.
"Exactly" George answered as he retrieved his MID, "Best bet would be to ask the cop who seems to be making her way to us if you can get the paperwork to register for one as soon as possible."
Michael nodded and watched the approaching cop nervously.
MCO Incident Report: F23-455-W0
The Burnout Man was present at a multi-car pile-up, along with a Newly Expressed Mutant: See F23-456-GSD1 , while neither one appears to have been observably the cause, TBM did mention a slight fever, there has been at least on incidence of a probability warper burnout in his case file: See LV75-735-W7
Unfortunately we have no method at this time to determine the cause of the Accident. There were neither Fatalities nor serious injuries reported. TBM played not observable part in the Later Doctor Diabolik Incident in Cincinnati.
[Updated on: Wed, 07 March 2012 11:09]
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