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Jet could never deny the power of social media. He never engages with it (that’s Stormfront’s expertise, so he’ll leave that part to her), but it was interesting to see how new up-and-coming supes have been using their social media to build themselves a following. If these supes are half as smart as Jet, they’d use their following as a bargaining chip to get themselves into Vought.
Recently, a new supe was brought to his attention. However, it wasn’t her track record – the bust-ups, the beat-downs – that interested him. It was her powers. Poison generation. A power not as explosive as Jet’s (pardon the pun), but potentially more dangerous. Anyone who gets this girl has no idea what power they’ll hold.
So, he tracked her down. It wasn’t hard because the young supe practically left all these breadcrumbs through her social media postings. With some investigative work, a little help from his teammate, and the people at Vought, he narrowed down the neighbourhood she had been patrolling.
Now, all he had to do was talk to her.
“Stepping in my territory? We’re working with territories now?” he teased, as he leaned against the fire escape. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to fight you. Unless, you’re looking for a fight. Talk about a slow day, huh?”
Ophelia is somewhat used to being around other supes by now; for what she lacked in actual close friendships, she made up with in the plethora of networking connections she had spent the last few years making but that was usually limited to other small time supes like herself that had something to gain from being around her ( and that’s a thought that made the terminally unsuccessful feeling woman chuckle ), and bumping elbows so casually with him was surprising at least – big time supes most times didn’t like to look at the little guys. And she was small time.
At his words she threw her hands up in a joke defence, “Hey, I don’t want to get sued or something because I’m running around in Vought’s copyrighted streets,” she joked, shrugging, “You never know, I’ve been out some times and suddenly some little kid that’s just learned to lift cars is telling me to get out of their ‘crime beat’ as if we actually have any real authority.” Well, the nobodies didn’t anyway, the attack dogs of the big teams on the other hand – that type of work was envious. “Oh god, I’d actually like to go home tonight in fewer than five pieces so how about we don’t fight; and I don’t think I’d be earning any favours if someone saw me trying to throw my hands at you.”
But she wasn’t going to complain that he was there, after all, friends were good to make, connections were even better. “So what brings you out to these streets? Can’t say there’s much happening if you’re looking for something to do, hell, can’t say that anything’s happening, which sucks, I was kind of hoping to at least get something cool for insta’.”
