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asked.
    "No," Jacobs replied. "Never. As long as you exist, someone has to be here to stop you. I've devoted my time and money to this, and I won't back down."
    "You will if I kill you," Alpha said, showing his teeth.
    "You make my point for me," Jacobs said, with a sneer. "One man shouldn't be allowed the kind of power you have"
    Alpha tightened his fist and started to punch, but stopped himself when Jacobs flinched. Letting out a frustrated yell, Alpha flew off, leaving the man in his disabled suit.
    He could hear Jacobs yelling something, but he was too far away to understand the man's infuriated babbling. Alpha's face was hot with anger as he viewed the chaos below. Emergency vehicles rushed off in every direction, doing what they could to help the citizens in peril while he darted through the clouds on his own personal mission.  
    He spent the next few hours searching, stopping on occasion to ask for information, but no one knew anything. The futility of his actions became more apparent the longer he pushed on. It wasn't until the sun started to set that he abandoned the search in order to take up his nightly patrols.
    "I know you're down there," he said, as the lights of the city came on.

Chapter Two.
    “Yes sweetheart,” Reedy said over his cellphone. “Everything’s under control now, so I should be able to come home in an hour or so and we can do that thing we were talking about earlier.”  
    Sitting in his car, Reedy propped the phone up with his shoulder as he typed away on his laptop. His fingers pounded out the latest report for his superiors as his wife chattered on. He was barely listening when the alert came over the network. Both eyes went wide when he saw it. “Fuck,” he said.
    “Baby, I have to go, I just got another—Hello? Shit never fails,” he said, shifting his car into gear and taking off with sirens blaring.
    Reedy pulled up to the parking lot of the Ole Towne Bar, but had to stop in the street.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he said, smacking his hand down on the steering wheel.
    The bar that had once sat beneath the underpass, was now gone. The structure had been completely leveled, leaving nothing but scrap wood and glass all over the property. People stood outside with that familiar look of awe, fear, and confusion that he had seen earlier in the day. Pulling up onto the sidewalk, he shifted his car into park and got out. He checked his gun and badge, then walked towards the scene.
    “I’m definitely going to need assistance down here,” Reedy said into his walkie.
    “Copy that,” came the voice of the dispatcher over the microphone.
    “Thank god you’re here,” said a man, storming up to Reedy. “This shit is fucked man, it’s just fucked. I don’t know what the hell is going on here, but you have to do something. It’s all just fucked up man.
    “Whoa, sir. Slow down and tell me exactly what happened,” Reedy said, digging through his pocket for a pad and pen.
    “Some asshole knocked the goddamned building down! Scariest shit I ever seen!” the man said.
    “Please, Mr...” Reedy said, writing on his flip top note pad. He eyed the man up and down and saw the grass stains running up his legs and shirt.
    “Siegel...its Joe Siegel,” he replied, as Reedy wrote it down.
    “Please Mr. Siegel, I need some more details,” Reedy said, looking over his shoulder at the wreckage.  
    “My buddy Jerry and I, we were playing some pool before heading home when this naked man came in. Everyone got upset because...it’s a fucking naked man! Jerry and I, we figured it for a prank, like that Borat asshole, but this guy was weirder than that. He was confused and stumbling about, asking for something to drink. The bartender gave him some water while Nancy, the waitress, went in the back to get him a coat or something. The weird fucker was just staring at the TV the whole time watching the coverage of the explosion today. We didn’t pay him no mind after that, but then glasses started