p data-xf-p="1"James Jonah Jameson. More and more paths have been leading back to this strange man in recent weeks ranging from the new Military Grants the Country has been granting the school and the attempts to send out recruiters to the school. I had been careful and political in my dealings with the government and in my meetings with General Ross because I was still wary of Mutants being used in the military with so few rules and regulations around it./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"I didn't want the future of Mutants to be some tools in wars it just wasn't right they were humans as well and letting those recruiters onto the School grounds would be a slippery slope. Something else that had me rather cautious of this man is the rumors around him and the events in regards to the Vulture. He is clearly dangerous and almost unhinged in a way because even Logan wouldn't approach the Cain so easily and ask details about me./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"How did he even know of our relation unless he was digging into any previous records of mine? Most of all it was strange how the changes started so suddenly months ago with all previous videos and newspapers having far differing political opinions and approaches. Arranging a meeting with the man had been rather easy and just in case someone tried anything Logan was the one pushing my wheel-chair right now and Storm was having coffee only a block away./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As Logan moves me past the various employees I pick up on some of their surface thoughts. Such strange things ranging from one man questioning if the Ink Machine was broken normally or if a. . ."Ghost" was messing with it again to some lady enraged that she had found another grenade hidden behind her filing cabinet. These were all such strange thoughts that constituted this strange building as a realm of madness rather than a house of news and speech./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As we enter the Elevator and reach the top floor Logan pauses and grunts, "Huh clever. I didn't realize it till now but downstairs the smell of metal and guns is hidden by that spray the cleaning ladies were using. Up here, it's too strong to hide." More and more curious. I am sure if I was to truly take a look into this building the level of makeshift defenses, weapons, and preparations would be obscene./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"What was he so afraid of? What did he know that put him on edge? I had a school full of mutants to protect from normal extremist and mutant extremists but all this man had was a building of news writers. Perhaps there was something stored inside the building? Maybe the man had knowledge of the future? Something simply wasn't right./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As we reach his office door the ginger women by it leans down tapping a button, "Mister Jonah your Six o clock appointment's here." I pause feeling past the door unable to pick up on any mental signatures inside the room ahead./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Send 'em in," The speaker at her desk barks back. The woman nods and hits a button causing the doors to click and hiss as they open. As they open I can finally detect the mind on the other side of the door. As Logan wheels me past I realize the walls were lined with something blocking Psi-Abilities. Looking at the man I find myself speechless for a few seconds./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"His face is blood red and the veins on his neck bulging out. He looked as if he's been holding his breath and focusing on something, "Is everything alright Mister Jamenson?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He grunts nodding, "You can't read my mind. Sorry for looking goofy but I ain't letting no one into my mind." I pause at that before reaching out picking up on his surface thoughts before recoiling physically. I can see him grin as he says, "Try anything else and it- ergh- fires back."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"What had he done? I felt a wall when I brushed up against it. A wall of emotion which acted like static on the outer layers of his thoughts. "Im not here to read your mind Mister Jameonson. I came here to discuss recent events with you and out of curiosity. You're rather well prepared for an everyday Jouranlist."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He nods at me his veins still pulsating rather worryingly as he shrugs, "Ya I'm a journalist. I'm concerned about my various cases and whistleblowers' identities. With what I've read its not logical to not be ready for all sorts of bad shit." I can see Logan's eyes widen as he takes a few steps back. I tense glancing at him./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Oh don't worry about that. It's under the seats and hidden a few steps to your left. Villains like to Monologue so they're kinda scattered about the office," I keep my gaze upon Logan for a few more seconds./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Never met a News boy who'd place bombs all around his office," I feel a tinge of fear at that. What sort of Mad-Man would risk his life so comfortably with so many explosives simply sitting around?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Best part is I used plastic and wooden mechanisms in it. Some of them are home-made as well so don't jump too hard. Now, moving forward I think that Mutants will have one chance at becoming more and more accepted into society. Wide-Spread and Industrialized Heroing," I turn my attention back to the Madman before me and remain silent pondering upon what he said./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Mutants and other power folks need to be focused upon being a part of a government police force. Not one directly attached to the police but its own department and such! One with its own PR division, working with proper therapists and with the proper super-genisues to help contain the eventual "We're fucked" class Mutant," Logan chuckles softly at the man's wording yet I find myself somewhat intrigued by that./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""What do you mean by that? Also, please stop that Mister Jamenson you look like you're hurting yourself," I would see the man finally let loose a big breath before reaching under his desk and putting on a strange helmet. His thoughts are muffled out as he puts the helmet on. Strange. . .There must be something he's hiding. Perhaps a time traveler from a ruined future? Maybe this man already knows of Jean?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"I didn't want the future of Mutants to be some tools in wars it just wasn't right they were humans as well and letting those recruiters onto the School grounds would be a slippery slope. Something else that had me rather cautious of this man is the rumors around him and the events in regards to the Vulture. He is clearly dangerous and almost unhinged in a way because even Logan wouldn't approach the Cain so easily and ask details about me./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"How did he even know of our relation unless he was digging into any previous records of mine? Most of all it was strange how the changes started so suddenly months ago with all previous videos and newspapers having far differing political opinions and approaches. Arranging a meeting with the man had been rather easy and just in case someone tried anything Logan was the one pushing my wheel-chair right now and Storm was having coffee only a block away./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As Logan moves me past the various employees I pick up on some of their surface thoughts. Such strange things ranging from one man questioning if the Ink Machine was broken normally or if a. . ."Ghost" was messing with it again to some lady enraged that she had found another grenade hidden behind her filing cabinet. These were all such strange thoughts that constituted this strange building as a realm of madness rather than a house of news and speech./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As we enter the Elevator and reach the top floor Logan pauses and grunts, "Huh clever. I didn't realize it till now but downstairs the smell of metal and guns is hidden by that spray the cleaning ladies were using. Up here, it's too strong to hide." More and more curious. I am sure if I was to truly take a look into this building the level of makeshift defenses, weapons, and preparations would be obscene./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"What was he so afraid of? What did he know that put him on edge? I had a school full of mutants to protect from normal extremist and mutant extremists but all this man had was a building of news writers. Perhaps there was something stored inside the building? Maybe the man had knowledge of the future? Something simply wasn't right./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"As we reach his office door the ginger women by it leans down tapping a button, "Mister Jonah your Six o clock appointment's here." I pause feeling past the door unable to pick up on any mental signatures inside the room ahead./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Send 'em in," The speaker at her desk barks back. The woman nods and hits a button causing the doors to click and hiss as they open. As they open I can finally detect the mind on the other side of the door. As Logan wheels me past I realize the walls were lined with something blocking Psi-Abilities. Looking at the man I find myself speechless for a few seconds./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"His face is blood red and the veins on his neck bulging out. He looked as if he's been holding his breath and focusing on something, "Is everything alright Mister Jamenson?"/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He grunts nodding, "You can't read my mind. Sorry for looking goofy but I ain't letting no one into my mind." I pause at that before reaching out picking up on his surface thoughts before recoiling physically. I can see him grin as he says, "Try anything else and it- ergh- fires back."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"What had he done? I felt a wall when I brushed up against it. A wall of emotion which acted like static on the outer layers of his thoughts. "Im not here to read your mind Mister Jameonson. I came here to discuss recent events with you and out of curiosity. You're rather well prepared for an everyday Jouranlist."/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1"He nods at me his veins still pulsating rather worryingly as he shrugs, "Ya I'm a journalist. I'm concerned about my various cases and whistleblowers' identities. With what I've read its not logical to not be ready for all sorts of bad shit." I can see Logan's eyes widen as he takes a few steps back. I tense glancing at him./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Oh don't worry about that. It's under the seats and hidden a few steps to your left. Villains like to Monologue so they're kinda scattered about the office," I keep my gaze upon Logan for a few more seconds./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Never met a News boy who'd place bombs all around his office," I feel a tinge of fear at that. What sort of Mad-Man would risk his life so comfortably with so many explosives simply sitting around?/p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Best part is I used plastic and wooden mechanisms in it. Some of them are home-made as well so don't jump too hard. Now, moving forward I think that Mutants will have one chance at becoming more and more accepted into society. Wide-Spread and Industrialized Heroing," I turn my attention back to the Madman before me and remain silent pondering upon what he said./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""Mutants and other power folks need to be focused upon being a part of a government police force. Not one directly attached to the police but its own department and such! One with its own PR division, working with proper therapists and with the proper super-genisues to help contain the eventual "We're fucked" class Mutant," Logan chuckles softly at the man's wording yet I find myself somewhat intrigued by that./p
p data-xf-p="1" /p
p data-xf-p="1""What do you mean by that? Also, please stop that Mister Jamenson you look like you're hurting yourself," I would see the man finally let loose a big breath before reaching under his desk and putting on a strange helmet. His thoughts are muffled out as he puts the helmet on. Strange. . .There must be something he's hiding. Perhaps a time traveler from a ruined future? Maybe this man already knows of Jean?/p