(( To clarify: This was in Monday morning's newspaper. The fire happened Sunday night/early hours of Monday morning. ))
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Founders Falls, Monday, 08:45
From behind his desk, Shay Bennet checked over the morning news papers. A plate, nearly cleaned of the full breakfast he had, was pushed to the side of the desk to be replaced for a different sort of digest.
It was a morning routine for the businessman, going precisely according to schedule in his villa in the more affluent and beautiful part of Paragon City. Breakfast, then the papers, with the morning news on the radio in the background. He had his reasons, the primary one being that he was always on the look out for a bargain in the property and redevelopment market, or a good cause to lend his name to. Money, fame and goodwill all counted for something in the world of business, just like the expensive 'show home' he had purchased for his stay in the city.
No one takes a millionaire seriously if they're living in a simple detached house, after all. Even Zorielle Rolando was mocked in the powerful circles for her home being a three bedroomed house in suburbia.
The second reason was more secretive in nature. The papers often provided leads, clues, things for a different man to investigate than the boy from L.A.
'Fire bomb detonated in a patients room... delusions, attacking heroes?' The thirty-one year old pondered. '... Worth checking out I suppose.
Shay headed over to one of the bay windows looking out on the pool and garden, giving a wave to the grounds-keeper he hired to keep things in condition before staring into his reflection. His eyes were hidden behind the tinted glasses he wore, and everything about him was pristine and neat. From cornrow hair to a well kept short beard and his immaculate business suit.
'Why would someone murder a delusional computer programmer? ... Well, the obvious answer being that he might have been on to something. But a firebomb? There's a slight chance someone else might have been a target... or a mistake. Something to check out really. And I should find out what he was having del-'
"Mister Bennet, you have finished with your breakfast and papers?" A young woman's voice came from behind, a Chinese accent to it.
Turning round, the businessman smiled to his maid. "My breakfast, yes, leave the papers though please." He said, before pausing. "Oh, while the eggs were a little too runny this morning, the rest was perfect."
With a nod, the maid began to gather the things onto the tray. "We had to order from a different store due to them running out. I will go back to the old store for more eggs."
"That's probably it, Lien..." Shay mused, before rubbing at his beard. "Once you're done with the main things in the morning, take the rest of the day off. I think I'll be out till late. Tell Martha to give you seventy five dollars extra, cash in hand." He said after a moments thought.
"Thank you, Mister Bennet, that is very generous of you. Is there anything else you require?" Lien smiled, her face lighting up at the bonus and having the day off.
"Just one other thing, once Martha has given you the seventy five, can you tell her to come in here and see me?" Shay asked as he wandered back to his desk.
"Right away, Mister Bennet." Lien replied, quickly hurrying out with the tray.
Several minutes later, as Shay scribbled some notes down, an elderly woman with dark skin and graying hair came into the room, dressed in a simple business suit. There was a calm, immense patience in her expression, and she looked the kind of woman who was unphased by anything. "You called, Sir?"
"I have some errands to run today that have just come up, so I need you to take care of a few things for me." Shay smiled to her, taking some documents out from the drawers in his desk.
"Of course, Sir. Errands." Martha replied with a slight twitch to her lips, sitting down in the chair opposite. "What do you need me to do?"
"I've given you my proxy on closing several deals. I already arranged a franchise for a new Mighty-Mart in the Providence Way area of the suburbs around Steel Canyon. I need you to go and close the deal with the Mr. McCarter. He's asking for one ninety eight, try and get him to throw in the stretch of land at the back too, but don't go above two twenty." Shay said, passing over the first folder.
"Of course, Sir."
"Then there's the twelve o'clock with Gardner and Gardner's. They'll want five hundred, but the land is only worth four thirty. I'll trust your judgment on this one, but if we can get a bargain now, we can reap the rewards later when we get that new apartment block built." He added, passing over another folder.
"I have seen you at enough of these meetings to hold my own, Sir." Martha nodded.
"I know, and I'm thankful that I've got you about. Finally, there's a property auction at City Hall at half three today. I've included a brief on the sorts of lots I'm looking out for, my brother Jed will be dropping by as well, so ask him for some advice if you ever feel you need it. And thanks, again."
"I can do all that, Shay." Martha gathered the folders under her arms before looking at the businessman. "Just don't end up hurting yourself on any of these... errands. And check in with me. Not having no fool boy end up on the slab on my watch." She added, slightly waspishly.
"I promise, I promise." The businessman sighed, shaking his head. Dealing with Martha could be a chore at times. Passing her the keys to his BMW, he placed his hand comfortingly on the older woman's shoulder for a moment, before heading out of the office.
"Just like his old man, that boy..." Martha shook her head. She gathered the papers under one arm and passed them to Shay as he headed back in. "For all the cool and calm act, you'd lose your head sometimes if it wasn't attached."
Shay was still muttering as he got to the small passageway at the side of his villa. There was something about Martha that always made him trip over himself when he dealt with her. A push of a brick and a slight turning of one of the light fittings, accompanied with a press inwards opened up the secret door that lead down to his base, stone steps illuminated with floor lights as it wound down.
Flicking the switch on, the fluorescent lights blinked into life, lighting up the hidden room that he his alter ego lived in. At the far end of the room sat the black and blue bow, quiver and the molded costume of Azure Arrow on its stand. Various tables and workbenches filled the sides of the rooms for creating and maintaining his bow and arrows, and a map of the city was pinned to the wall, next to several other versions with differing legends, filing cabinets and desks.
Already undoing his tie, Shay hung it over the back of the chair as he regarded the map, before pressing a blue drawing pin into the Cygnus Medical center, before a red one near the statue.
Time to begin with investigating the hospital... then his place of work, before the statue. Shay said out loud, idly unbuttoning his jacket and shirt with one hand as he headed to his computer. The software, written by his father, was programmed to take a name and dredge up information on them from the internet and any public records. Johnovich, Malcom. Galaxy City, Paragon City, Rhode Island. Computer Programmer. He entered them into the PC before beginning the search protocols.
Undressed, Shay began the uncomfortable process of putting on the black and blue costume, pulling the tight fitting material over his limbs. Not only did the extra padding hide his body form, but provided a bit more protection from the various injuries a hero received. A commlink in the ear let him connect to the PPD network if needed, as well as pull data from his computer.
He left the mask off as he slung his quiver over his shoulders, before snapping the utility belt on and folding up the compact bow to go into the holster attached to it. The final, finishing touch was the black facepaint, rubbed around his eyes to help conceal his dark skin tone before the mask went on. Then he was off, through the waterway exit to rush through the tunnels under Founders, his destination Galaxy City...
- - -
Good morning there! Azure Arrow said cheerfully to the clerk at the reception desk of Cygnus Medical Center, flashing his ID. Azure Arrow, I'm here to look into the bombing that was reported today.
The clerk scrutinized the card for a bit, before looking up at the hero. Says here you're Arrow Azure. He pointed out, tapping a finger against the name line on the card.
Azure Arrow sighed. Look, I'm a second generation hero. I came here to continue my father's legacy, only to find that the name was... well, reserved. But what I'm called doesn't really matter, does it? I'm just here to help, and stop someone who murdered someone and injured two nurses. Can you direct me to someone who has information?
(( Right, now I'll have to come up with some literature to reply to that. Better get my writing head on. I'll reply as soon as I've got the details worked out. 
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Capt.Smyth sat eating his second slice of breakfast toast , and putting aside his copy of the Times , picked up the local Pargon Proclaimer newspaper ..as he had been sent here to observe the American methods of dealing with Rikti raids , and how they made use of the Powered Heroes of Paragon , he felt it his duty to read their newspaper each morning .. his training cut in and he was able to speed read the pages , picking out and filing in his memory any useful facts amidst the American media cultural news fodder .
Smyths years of reading reports and documents made it impossible to miss the name of
Malcom Johnovich , the man he had seen at the Galaxy Girl Statue.. claiming every one was a Rikti spy ..A number of Hero Types had fumbled around for some time before he was carted off to the local hospital .
Death by fire bomb was not sound a common way to kill some one , as Smyth well knew ... and then there was that odd mumbler who had been hiding behind Smyth at the statue.. a puzzle .. and who better to sort it ....
Calling for his jacket , he picked up the phone and ordered a large bunch of flowers and a box of chocs ..and headed for the lifts .....
Using his new pocket telephonic communications device ((G3 I-phone )) he sent a request for records on known users of fire bombs as weapons in the Paragon area ..((ie police crime figures ,and recorded gang activity , and signature weapon use by villains )) ..
Hailing a taxi he headed for the hospital ....armed with flowers and the box of choc's .. his simple plan was to play the lost British visitor looking for his pregnant daughter ..he could later claim he got the wrong medical centre ..and once having gained access to the hospital he was well skilled at blending in and at snooping around where he should not be ... he primed his investigative skills and stepped forth ....
Seven became aware of her boot sequence scrolling across her field of vision. As it reached 'Visual Processors: initialized' the backdrop of the text changed to a view of the wall opposite her maintenance frame. 'Initialization complete' ran past her 'eyes' and her body came to life. Latches disengaged and she stepped out of the frame.
She looked slowly around the bare cubicle she called home. There was a door, a sink with a mirror over it, her frame, and nothing else. She checked in the mirror and discovered no reason to use the sink, so she began her morning ritual of scanning the newspapers. Several scrolling windows appeared in her field of vision, displaying one newspaper web site after another. She did not know what she was looking for, but she had no orders requiring immediate action, so she scanned the newspapers for signs of anything unusual. She found Malcolm Johnovich.
New windows opened, displaying driver's license, telephone records, bank details... A freelance programmer with no previous record of criminal activities suddenly goes crazy, tries to murder heroes, and then gets murdered himself. He had barely even left his house aside from trips to clients and the supermarket. This would require investigation. More windows opened showing police reports.
Malcovich had been admitted with what appeared to be a case of acquired delusional state. He had been sedated and kept under watch. At one thirty in the morning, the room had been engulfed in flame. Two nurse in a nearby aid station had been injured by flames and flying glass. It had been a common incendiary device used by any number of fire-loving members of what passed for society in Paragon City. The reports were typically lacking in detail, Seven found the rather slapdash attitude of the majority of PPD's officers annoying. She had to do everything herself.
Opening the door, she exited the room into a back corridor on the second floor of the King's Row precinct building. She engaged her camouflage system in the left down to ground level and few people even noticed her passing as she left the building, heading for Galaxy City.
(( I'll be sending out PMs to people with specific information you may have gathered while investigating tomorrow. When I'm awake. ))
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Steel Canyon, Monday 04:12
In her brightly lit and sparsely decorated apartment room Emily Vickers was still dressed in her fatigues, she couldn't get to sleep, too many thoughts. Holding a new news clipping thoughtfully as she studied the cork board in front of her it was covered with pieces of string leading to news clipping in an intricate web, the words 'Psychic', 'Hero' and 'Disaster' were visible in several places.
The latest possible addition was interesting, but was it a psychotic break caused by desperation... possibly debts, perhaps blaming Heroes for them? Or was it outside influence? The fire bomb might hint the first, but it was too extreme a message to send. Fire bombs seemed Hellion style, but it was far too targeted for them. A psychic seemed out, they wouldn't have needed a fire bomb to do this .. let's say experimentation as a start.
Emily took some blue thread and pinned the clipping to the board around the edge, joining it with several others including a few scraps of reports on Crey Corp, an Arachnos report detailing some form of mind melding research and a small scrip of paper with just the words 'Malta' written on it. The last one was linked to a lot of thing.
Tapping her leg she returned to the large panelled desk she used for her research, the computer was already humming away gathering information from Social Networking sites, Company newsletters and the Papers but outside of a few leads to follow on, Emily didn't see it getting far.
He was already crazy when he entered the Hospital and with patient confidentiality it's a bad place to start. No need to get illegal on this yet so poking around is bad. Either the Family or the Work Place would be the best place to find out about enemies, disappearances or unusual activity. Perhaps start with the Workplace first, less emotional.
Steel Canyon, Monday 09:12
Emily felt a little better after the short sleep, munching on a piece of toast she transferred the information from her computer to the small storage spaces in her visors. Sunglasses today, blending in a little. She ran down her mental check-list quickly good preparation was something she prided herself on. Her backpack was already packed, identification, analysis kit, collapsible assault rifle with attachments, enchanted impervium tipped rounds, fragmentation grenades. The usual day to day stuff for this city.
Grabbing the Trilby off the hook by the door as she leaves, Emily sets off to see if there's anything more to this whole affair.
(( Notes have been sent to those investigating so far. Any questions or further actions, let me know here or via PM. ))
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He still goes to the store. He has a particular fondness for Adventures of Statesman and The Amazing Ms Liberty. He has always been very keen on the heroes of Paragon City.
Wednesday, 22:34 Kings Row
Slapping a new magazine into her rifle, Emily felt the buzz as a new clip was teleported into the specially prepared pouches. The Rikti had dropped all over the neighbourhood and Emily was helping drive them off from the ground. Leading the way was Leandrea a small white cat person in some finely crafted black armour, Lea showed almost no sign of damage despite having being shot, stabbed and even hit by an air bomb over the course of the fight. Emily couldn't helped be impressed and if she was honest with herself, even a little jealous.
As the battle raged on Emily fought purely by trained instinct, her mind free to think about the case and since it never stopped thinking she did just that.
Johnovich worked from home, and asking around the clients politely built up a bit of a profile. He was hard working, punctual and easy going. He did suffer from a bad case of Hero worship though, as some clients recalled with slightly pained voices. Apparently Johnovich could talk about them for some length. Still, it didn't seem he had any reason to have a psychotic break, outside influence at that point looked likely and Emily was entertaining the idea of Psychic influence again.
The family was a thin lead, the only relative of note was his mother and she suffered from advanced Alzheimers. The nurse had explained she couldn't remember much about her son, the only real thing Emily could gather from the meeting was the old bird once bought comics for him from a local store, the Wizards Well. The old woman was clearly in no fit state to be bothered more, so Emily politely made her leave.
On the off chance of a lucky break, Emily had visited the comic store and found that Johnovich was a regular customer. He read the Adventures of Statesman and The Amazing Ms Liberty in the majority being a big fan of Paragon's heroes. Emily left fairly quickly there wasn't much to gather, the whole place made her a little nervous in honesty, she'd never really been that keen on idolization and the whole store reeked of it.
Taking a moment to focus back on the real world, the fight with the Rikti was still going strong. Taking aim at a Rikti Priest, Emily managed to hit him square between the eyes her helmet already picking up and selecting new targets. As the Rikti swarmed around Leandrea, Emily sent a rolling wave of flame into them the tough white cat battling on despite the heat. They'd already agreed earlier that it was a legitimate tactic and it worked well, the grouped up Rikti burst into flames and several charred bodies feel to the ground the recall teleporters blinking them away back to their ships.
Where was she? Oh yes, her first real leads came when she visited Galaxy Girl to interview a few witnesses. After speaking to a charming, but obviously very dead zombie and confirming the story with Red Commissar she had a better idea of the events that had transpired.
Originally Johnovich had met with the Red Commissar and talked politely, leaving to go fetch him a bottle of vodka. By this point he seemed a normal individual and there was no cause for concern, he was likely there indulging in a bit of Hero worship. The change happened between his absence and subsequent return. Worthy of note was between this was a small Rikti invasion of the area, which may or may not be relevant in the long run. He had arrived back at the statue ranting about how everyone there was 'Rikti Spies and had attempted to assault them with a vodka Molotov and a Pistol. The Pistol he may or may not have had on him at the original meeting, but Emily guessed not, he didn't seem the type to carry one. Never the less he was quickly subdued and calmed down by two heroes, neither of which Emily had yet been able to question to her frustration.
This information didn't help Emily find out what did happen, but it did help her rule out what didn't. The event to cause the psychosis had happened between buying the vodka and returning to the statue. CCTV footage of the area may help with that, the hospital cameras are worth a look too. Emily would have to visit the watch houses tomorrow. The psychosis was either triggered by the Rikti attack or more likely an individual looking to test a power or device that causes delusions. Targeted use was unlikely, as the boy was clearly totally useless as an assassin. This was likely a test and the fire bomb cleaning up the only witness to the test.
That's the best theory she could come up with so far, getting a hold of the bomb may be needed to try trace the manufacturer, as well as the pistol and it's serial codes. Both will be with the police, so Emily was going to have to call in a few favours and maybe even pay someone off.
Still, this was no normal killing, Emily was sure of that now.
The Rikti attack ended with the last of the Rikti teleporting away, Emily cleared and made safe her rifle. Lea was busy putting a finishing kick to a Rikti who's teleporter had failed, one tough customer that cat. Emily was fairly sure she'd have held her own even without backup. Tomorrow she'd start chasing up leads though, the case was interesting, it could be something big and it had Emily's interest. Just hope it doesn't get too out of hand..
(( Most people have asked for the data from the police reports or are out hunting the gun that Johnovich used, or should otherwise be able to find this information, so I'm mocking it up in this little story. ))
Seven unzipped her battlesuit, slipped it off her body and dumped it into a box under the sink. Her handlers would take care of repairs or replacements and she had several spares in the other box under the sink. Getting too close to that Rikti bomb had probably been a bad idea, but it had been on her route back to the precinct building and it had caused no significant damage that her repair systems were incapable of fixing. Scrapping across the road surface for a hundred metres had scuffed her suit up a lot though.
Not bothering to dress, she settled into her sleeping frame and remotely closed the latches. She was not planning to shut down, but it gave support and took the weight off her chassis for a bit. Doing it naked made the handlers give her funny looks if they came in, which she should not have really enjoyed, being an AI, but it did giver her a perverse sense of pleasure. They had given her the silly pneumatic body, they got to put up with the fact that she had no modesty programmed into her systems.
To work. She pulled up the police reports she had copied over regarding the fire bombing and the incidents surrounding it. Shuzzlemeyer had done the forensics work, which was good since he actually managed to not miss things most of the time. Simple stuff first then, the gun was a Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum revolver, but the four unfired rounds in it had been .38 standard ammo. The gun had been registered to Johnovich for just over two years. Seven had found a police report dating back to just before that time were Johnovich's flat had been broken into by Skulls. She made the mental leap that the gun had been bought for self-protection, .357's had good stopping power, but a bad kick and people would load the lower-powered .38 rounds to give better accuracy. The man had kept the weapon loaded, but with an empty chamber so it would not go off accidentally. Indeed, prior to the one shot used on Golden Vespa, the weapon showed no signs of being used.
The ignition point in the room was between Johnovich's left arm and side. No one had noticed anything before the explosion, so it was clearly a compact design. A petroleum jelly accelerant had been used, mixed with white phosphorous powder. A base explosive had distributed the fuel and ignited it, though the WP would have done the job anyway. That put the Hellions out of the picture, way too sophisticated for them. The fire had made replacing the blood samples impossible. It had reduced the body, the mattress and a good portion of the bad frame to ruins. Shuzzlemeyer had run toxicology on some bone marrow that had survived, but had come up with nothing very conclusive. Certainly there was no evidence of drug use, though there were a couple of unidentified molecule fragments. They were large, possibly organic, beyond that it was a guess. Shuzzlemeyer had also managed to verify that the body was Johnovich's, from dental records, though only from the upper jaw, the phosphorous had more or less destroyed the lower jaw.
Seven went through a list of potential perpetrators. Nemesis? Not his style. Council of Thorns? Well, it could have been magical manipulation. Carnival? Or mental manipulation. Then again there were those molecule fragments... Malta? Possible, certainly their style. Council? Maybe, but their methods usually seemed more direct, Mech Men and over-sized wolfmen. The old 5th Column employed more spies and coverts than the Council seemed to, but they were inoperative now, according to her intel.
Speculation was all well and good, but she did not have enough information to narrow the search parameters. She opened the latches on her frame and went to the sink to get a fresh suit. Johnovich's apartment... that was the next target.
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Capt, Smyth flicked through the note he had amassed , he flinched inwardly at the printed sheets , firstly for their poor grammar , and with regret for the passing of decent handwriting .
A whole lot of nothing , only the bomb seemed to indicate a degree of though , however ,as this was the US of A , WP would not be hard to buy from any of the weapons nuts around ...but some one had wanted to destroy the body ...
Well he mused ..we can only dwell on the facts we have .. Johnovich was killed after he had accused a collection of Heroes at GG statue of being Rikti spies ...so what if one was ..then we have a motive .. and hero could get the makings of such a bomb , and a good way to avoid power effects being noticed .. also a hero would be used to sneaking into places like the hospital ..
so what do we need .. a connection to a particular Hero who was at GG that night..
Smyth stood and went to the cupboard and took out a large leather suit case , twisted a few concealed switches and removes a strange looking suit of clothes and a bag of stranger tools ...
now where is the Late Mister Johnovich's address .......
(( looking in home for any link to a active hero type in last few days , and places Johnovich may have visited recently , and photos , check camera , computer et al ... also hope to meet fellow investigators ..))
(( Help, I may have to do some actual roleplaying... ))
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Lord Carnage Sightings!
Has Lord Defender turn back to the dark side of the mask or is this some sick copy cat killer carrying on where are redeemed hero left off.
There have been many strange sightings in and around Mercy Isles of a man fitting exactly Lord Defender/Carnages appearance causing epic levels of destruction, death and despair in his wake. An eye witness said that he seems More Cold and on a mission so far we have had no comment from the offices of the NHU about Lord Defenders whereabouts on the dates in question and no more leads on this new Lord Carnage
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(( That's nice, but actaully not what the thread was for. Try the IC Rumours thread. ))
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((Should of chosen a better name Raven ¬_¬, y'know something closer to a plot line name :P))
Brawling Cactus from a distant planet.
(( Hey, I'm having a bad week, give me a break. 
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(( My apologies for not getting to this last night, I was not having a good evening. Can we arrange a day/time when all three of you will be online? We'll run through a bit of in-game roleplay where everyone goes have a look around Johnovich's apartment. ))
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((Monday may be okay with me if it's just in game appartment searching with no combat, seeing as it's BESM night as well. If not, Tuesday or Wednesday is good by me!))
(( I wasn't planning on combat, unless Emily decides she really doesn't like Seven. ))
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(( Nah, not unless Seven starts giving her a reason too! Any time Mon-Wed should be good for me. ))
i can be free any night next week , as long as i know the day before ..so i will fit in with what ever is good ...
(( Right then, let's do this tomorrow (Tuesday) since I got naff all sleep last night for some reason and my brain currently resembles thin broth. ))
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okies where and what time ?
(( I'm thinking, about 8:30. If we meet on the steps above GG, we can go find somewhere easily accessible to all and a bit more private. We'll handle it in Team chat, probably. ))
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At some point during the day, all the investigators will be contacted in whatever way is available by Seven with the following information.
she has managed to recover sufficient of the deleted data files from Johnovich's PC to be able to determine what they were there for.
There was a keylogger, which could also monitor any IP phone connections and general Internet traffic. She was able to determine an address to which the data was being sent, but the account owning that address was shut down just after Johnovich died. It did lead to a flat in the block opposite Johnovich's building, but that had also been cleared out recently.
The second bit of software was a bit more mysterious and looked like it had wedged itself into the graphics driver of the machine. From what Seven was able to determine, the software was able to drop messages into the video feed, lasting no more than a single vertical scan update. Effectively, it was subliminal message technology.
The final file had been a wedge into the PC's software update systems designed to stop the other files from being discovered or removed.
Chemical analysis results should come in tomorrow.
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Patient Dies in Hospital Fire Bombing
A patient was killed and two nurses severly burned yesterday night when a fire bomb was detonated in the patient's room. Malcom Johnovich, a computer programmer from Galaxy City, was hospitalized yesterday evening after being brought to the Cygnus Medical Center by the noted hero Volt Master after attacking several other heroes near the Galaxy Girl statue. He was apparently being treated for delusional behaviour.
At this time, police have no statement to make regarding the death. The two nurses are being treated for second degree burns at the medical center.
(( If anyone wants to investigate or otherwise look into this, PM me. ))
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