(Ben Urich)
Ben walked through the offices, heading past the cubicles and toward his room. Excitement ran through his body, there was nothing like a good scoop on the front page to brighten his spirit. Usually only using the paper to bring down a scumbag, exposing who they really were to the world where they would otherwise get away with their crimes would bring him this much joy.
But not today.
Today, he was just as happy to read the headline of the Bulletin.
Gods Among Us!
A strong enough article, though one that was only on the front page from the strength of the information gathered, rather than any elegance that it was written with. To the experienced eye of the seasoned reporter, there were some aspects that Pat needed a lot of work on since it was far too wordy and not didn't have enough introspection on the topic on hand.
But for a first story, it was great.
The article dealt with the appearance of another individual of superior ability, revealing themselves to the world. About how Lugh joined the ranks of Iron Man and the newly revealed War Machine as defenders of mankind, how Lugh protected the city from the rampaging menace of former Stark employee Oliva Octavius.
It even went into detail about the nature of her plot, in a dumbed-down way so the average person understood what Octavius was going to do.
Ellison had only just decided to give this story the front page over the events of the Stark Expo, which had been relegated to the second page.
It was only as he sat down at his desk, ready to type out his own front-page story for the next day that Ben realized something odd, the older man couldn't recall seeing his young apprentice in the office.
Pat hadn't been home last night but that wasn't odd for a young reporter writing up their first story to sleep in the office overnight so they could meet the morning edition. So Ben hadn't thought much of it.
But he wasn't at the office either?
That was slightly worrying, especially given the story's connection with some sort of government agency.
Before Urick could even step back to his feet, ready to march over to Elison and ask if he'd seen the young man, his office door opened, revealing the Editor walking in as if he had sensed that there were questions for him.
"Hey, good that I've caught you coming in so early," The Editor spoke, his brown beard being rubbed by nervous hands. "Kid ran out of credit on his phone, so he wanted me to tell you he's found another story and is chasing some leads."
"A story?" Ben couldn't help but be confused, his hand reaching for the phone on his desk, even as his mind wandered about the odd speed of the whole event, after having such a big story, Pat's first story in fact, what could've gotten his attention? What story needed him to leave so quickly?
"Didn't tell me what, just that it was big and low risk, low time investment," Micheal shrugged, not bothered by the fact one of his employees hadn't told him what he was investigating. "I was thinking that the kid was fine, he only wanted to visit a single place."
"Did he tell you where?"
Greyburns College
(Pat Doyle)
"H-hello, I'm a Mr. Pat Doyle, working for the New York Bulletin," I bent and twisted my leg, attempting to be as anxious as possible, looking down a notepad that was in between my hands.
"And how may I help you?" The lady manning the front offices of the Greyburns College campus asked me. The woman had obviously felt a little sorry about how nervous I was, making peeling out any information from her easy.
"I was looking for a Professor… " I trailed off, grimacing while rifling through page after page. "Samuel Sterns, see I am writing this article, a p-puff piece more than anything, about his research into the use of… " Trailing off once more, I brought my eyes up to the sky. "G-gamma Radiation for curing diseases."
The woman grimaced slightly, her hand twirling a single strand of her hair till it was loose.
"I-is something the matter?" I asked, feigning concern due to the woman's rather severe reaction, when in fact, I was actually already suspecting that people weren't going to exactly like the man. Especially if Sterns was the man I'd suspected.
"Nothing, nothing," she responded, rapidly shaking her head, before biting her lip and scrunching her eyes together. It was plain to see that she was struggling to hold something back. "It's just-" her voice pitched higher, "-he's eccentric."
I chuckled lightly, adding just a tiny bit of nervous energy to so the woman thought I was put off by what she just said.
"I-I'll be fine, just be prepared to call me doctor if I come back with any extra limbs."
The joke seemed to go over fine, the woman giggling before pointing me in the right direction. It seems that I was in luck, Sterns was in his lab right this second working on some kind of stunning breakthrough that was dazzling the world.
Which was concerning, considering the last time I heard those words for a scientist she tried to send her apartment complex into the Bleed between universes and maybe going for another major story so soon, especially given that Octavius hadn't even been arraigned yet, was a bad idea.
But once the lead was pointed out to me, I couldn't help myself but exploring where it took me.
It didn't take long before I found myself knocking on the door of Professor Samuel Sterns. I waited for a few seconds, waited for the man to respond… but he didn't. So I knocked harder, this time adding a yell.
"Hey, Professor Sterns! Are you there?" My powerful ears could make the sounds of the man suddenly snapping up, waking from a slumber that he had no doubt fallen into while working late into the night. From the sounds of objects rolling along the ground, I didn't even need to look through the walls to know that papers, pens, and pencils were knocked off the man's desk.
"Coming!" Sterns responded, his voice familiar to me in a way that only nostalgia could be. "I'm coming, you'd think that I'd learn by now not to fall asleep on my desk, it just ain't good for my back."
From the tone of the voice alone, the man sounded far more homely than I would've expected from someone that could eventually become the Hulk villain the Leader. It was then that he actually opened the door.
He was close to middle age, if not actually middle-aged. He was a tubby man, but not overly so and I towered over him with ease, Sterns must've been only 5'6. He had recently shaved and I could tell from how his eyebrows didn't match his hair that it had been died to mask aging.
His clothes were closer to something that I'd expect from someone going to College, rather than someone teaching at one. His pants were three quarter length jeans, while his torso had on Grayburn College t-shirt with blue cloth jacket over it.
It was then I realized why he looked so familiar.
He looked and sounded like Tim Blake Nelson, a man I was personally most familiar with due to his time in the movie adaptation of Holes, playing Dr. Pendanski, the camp counselor.
"Oh, hello," he exclaimed, his eyes wide in surprise. "I'd thought you were one of my students, looking for me but I don't recognize you."
"I'm actually a reporter for the New York Bulletin, Professor," I informed him, scratching my arms. "I had a few questions about Gamma Radiation for an article and was hoping that I could ask you a few questions and use you as a source?"
The man searched me up and down, his eyes inspecting me as if his eyes were capable of peering through lies. Which was fine by me, I'd not been lying.
"Of course," Sterns smiled, the door opening up follow and the man beckoning me to follow him inside the lab. "I'm always willing to help anyone with an interest in science. Come in, come in."
I followed him in, watching as the man seemed to vibrate with excitement, my eyes taking in the lab that he worked in. It wasn't exactly a Stark grade lab, nothing in here spoke of comic book super science but it was also better than the sewer lab that Octavius had been using.
I'd give it a 7/10.
"So… the questions?" Sterns spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts regarding the nature of labs.
"R-right," I stuttered, honestly a little taken back. "See there was a report of a man dying due to drinking a soda-"
"And that involves gamma radiation?"
"It's what the Coroner's report claims," I replied, looking at a few notes that I'd made about the subject. "It caught me attention because it's odd and I do like looking into odd things. So I was wondering if knew how such contamination could've happened, international goods are screened for radiation and the like… so what could've hidden it?"
Part of me was curious but another already had a brain blast moment. Gamma radiation and South America, I'd seen the 2003 Ang Lee Hulk film, which ended with Banner hiding out down there, so that was my current guess.
Sterns was just to back up my guesses.
"It would have to be in a very specific form," he told me, walking around the island, where a beaker filled with what looked like blood. "If the soda had been irradicated, it would've been picked up, as you've explained. So I'd think that the gamma radiation only started to emit once it hit the man's body."
"Kinda like a chemical reaction. One chemical is inert till it's exposed to another?"
Sterns nodded, his eyes glancing down to the beaker.
"So I'd imagine that in this case, there's a patient zero?" I asked, pausing to scribble down some notes, letting my tongue peek out of my mouth as I did so.
"What makes you say that? Wouldn't the man we're talking be said patient zero?"
I walked around the same island, following him with a lazy sort of energy, letting him take two steps for every one step that I made.
"Nah, see the issue here is that if the soda was the Gamma Source, it doesn't make too much sense that there'd only been one victim… right?"
"Yes," Stern's head nodded, his eyes tightening in focus. "It wouldn't make much sense."
"What sort of chemicals would cause this reaction?"
Sterns frowned, his hands grasping together as I watched him contemplate the idea over a bit. Suddenly he lit up, his eyes going wide, it was my first time watching someone having a true eureka moment.
"What if it's not just the deceased," he started, his excitement expanding with every second that passed. It seemed that Sterns enjoyed the thought experiment if nothing else. "What if there was a period of time where whatever contaminated soda didn't get caught by Goods and Service because it wasn't producing gamma radiation."
"I don't understand?" Truly I didn't, the bottle from what research I'd done, would've been only opened by the deceased. It would've been contaminated before it had been sealed.
"I imagine that our patient doesn't just produce radiation but contains it, as long as it stays within his body. It's inert-"
"But," I interrupted him, thinking that I'd managed to catch the idea he was throwing my way. "Given time away from patient zero, it becomes active again, deadly. Toxic."
"Exactly!"
"How'd this guy gain this extraordinarily useful ability."
"I… can't be sure," his eyes rolled up to the ceiling, full of theories on this subject that would rattle the mind of the layman. "But a Professor Betty Ross-" At this stage he had picked up some of his own notes, showing them to me. "She has made a primer, it is like a bacteria that's designed to reduce or suppress the effects of gamma radiation on the human body. The research never went anywhere but... I think I know why now."
I scribbled down some more notes. Now to actually get some answers that could even potentially calm the normal Joe on the street.
"So now that we've gotten that horrible tragedy out of the way, what can we do to protect ourselves from future incidents?"
"It's hard to say, I can't imagine that this will happen more often," he replied, his eyes glancing over to a side door, a place that was shut from view. "Patient Zero must be dead if he was only able to contaminate one bottle of soda. Perhaps he was killed in some accident?"
If it wasn't for the fact that he kept glancing at that side room, I would've believed that he didn't know much else. But he was just too nervous.
With that sign, I took a peek, finding the room was filled to the brim with blood samples, labels given to each with a series of numbers for each… and the alias of Mr. Green.
"I wouldn't think so since if someone had dropped dead from gamma radiation in South America there's no way it would only be one person."
"How do you there aren't dozens of unreported deaths due to gamma radiation in the area?" Sterns asked, his tone polite but his integrity as a man of science obviously making him check that I'd done some research before coming to him.
"Oh… that's a good point," I admitted, shuffling through my notes. "That's why I looked into it. The level of radiation in that one bottle was so toxic that the root incident of radiation would need to be so severe that Chernobyl would look small. It would spread to the entirety of Brazil. They just don't have the capability to contain such an event."
"That would be more than a dozen deaths, millions would've died."
"And more than any corporation could ever hope to cover up," I placed a finger on my lips, trying to make it look like I was thinking about this, rather than having this answer handed to me early. "Which is why it's more likely that patient zero moved in from somewhere else, already irradiated but immune to the lethal effects somehow."
At that statement of mine, I could tell Sterns was a tiny bit confused by what I'd said. Not that I could blame him, I was never good at making up off the cuff conclusions.
"S-sorry, I just mean such a person would need to be still alive," I started to twirl one finger around in the air, leaving the pen away from the notepad for the first time since I'd entered the room. "If they could contaminate a single bottle of soda but not more, that would mean they could safely handle being that irradiated. Can you imagine the scientific breakthroughs that could be made with such a man and studying his immunity?"
This bit of news seemed to catch Sterns's attention, the man practically lit up, his face breaking out into a smile that few could match. I watched the man, careful to keep his arms in view as he moved away from the island once more, just in case Sterns tried something.
"We could cure virtually every disease," he muttered, his voice just high enough for me to know that this was something Sterns had told himself before. I could see why the lady had called him eccentric, it seemed that he was ready to bounce off the walls.
"I'd also heard reports of a wild animal attack in the bottling factory that I've traced the bottle back to."
That was another moment, another moment where I could tell that my statement confused him, I could even see the man mouth the words back, as if he was testing the truth of them with his mind.
"Yeah, I don't believe it either, especially due to the accounts of it throwing a forklift," I turned a page on my notes, showing the page to the other man. I'd made sure to write down the size and model of the forklift, just to make sure I didn't get the next part wrong. "At first I didn't think much of it, sounded like it could be true… but I can't find a single mammal large enough that lives in that region of the world that could… well… throw a forklift."
I chuckled a little bit, something that Sterns followed nervously.
It was then that I turned another page, showing him a list of animals that I'd crossed off, including a reason for why they couldn't have done it.
Sterns hummed, placing a pair of glasses on his face, I presume that it would be for reading the list better but it could've been to lure me into thinking that he needed them but I could tell that the lenses were faked, just from the way light shined through.
Either that or the man had the lightest prescription that I'd ever seen.
That was also possible.
"I have limited knowledge of the animals that live in that area," he admitted, his eyes scanning the page. "The plants I know more about but I agree with you… there's none that could throw a forklift."
"Which is why I think it's Patient Zero… "I trailed off, trying to find the right tone in my head for what I was about to say. "But more importantly your alias was noticed, Mr. Blue."
From the way he stiffed, I knew that Fury had given me a great lead last night. I was glad to have closed it up with a few things on my side before running over to meet with the man.
(Jim O'Reilly)
Jim wouldn't have placed the Boss's tailor to live in a run-down part of Hell's Kitchen, a place that only former cons trying to make a fresh start on the right side of the law would live in since they'd not have many resources to live in better accommodations.
So he knocked on the garage door, his hand hitting the steel with what could only be called a dull thud, echoing throughout the building in front of him. He could barely make out the other sounds that were being made in the garage, like heavy workbenches being pushed off to the side, so a person could work on past them.
"Coming!" A man on the other side yelled it was the kind of voice that O'Reilly expected from a tailor, soft and meek. It helped the former Irish Mobster build an image of the man on the other side.
He'd be a small, meek man, someone that wouldn't be out of place in an old fashion hatter's shop. Maybe he'd have a fine taste clothes himself, a neat suit, and maybe monocle so he could analyze threads of the suits that the man would craft. Perhaps he'd be an elderly man, having been involved in crafting suits for decades.
This would be a man of meticulous detail, someone that should be nearly OCD in their level of care for this craft. Jim could imagine a futuristic garage, nearly perfectly white, looking like that room from Willy Wonka with the Chocolate Bar being teleported through a tv.
It was at this moment that the door slid open and revealed what the man truly looked like.
His size rivaled Pat's or Louise's, but only rivaled, standing at around 5'11 and built like a tank. His head was bald and his face only had the barest beginning of a beard, like just hadn't time to shave in the last few weeks.
"H-hello," The Tailor spoke, his voice stuttering, wavering in a way that no man like him should be. It was as if he was terrified of Jim. "Are y-you Mr. O'Reilly?
"Yeah, I am," Jim said, rolling his cigarettes in his pocket, his hands needing something to do. This was not the kind of man that he'd been expecting to see, nor was he acting according to his physical type.
And the older man had learned that things not looking right was something to be concerned about.
Without any further talk between the two, Jim followed the man into the garage while his eyes started to roam the workshop in the garage. It wasn't white, though it wasn't unclean, instead the entire place seemed to look like the normal backroom of a tailor's.
There was fabrics and materials that Jim recognized, regular cotton, nylon and those sort of materials. But then there was an odd row of materials, stuff that the man had never seen before…
… though given Jim had never been interested in that sort of thing, it didn't mean much.
On the edge of the far most table, Jim spotted a newspaper, today's paper with Pat's first-page article. Besides that paper, were a series of sketches, first of a logo of some sort of sun and the others were a people with hooded capes in many different tight-fitting jumpsuits.
"Fan… of that new hero?" Jim found himself asking, trying for some sort of conversation that would fill up the dead silence that dominated the workshop.
"Y-y-yeah, " The other man stuttered, his eyes falling to his feet. Truly, Jim was starting to worry that this man was far too meek to be working alongside a crime boss. "It's exciting to hear about a real superhero in New York."
"Given the pictures I've seen, the guy should look into getting a new tailor," The former Mobster thought, his eyes glancing at the new designs. "Maybe he'll run into someone half as good as you are?"
The tailor didn't say anything in response to that but the small smile on his face told Jim that if the blue hero came to him, it would make the tailor happy. Eventually, the man motioned for Jim to stand on a podium. The older man didn't need to be told that it was so he could get accurate measurements, this was going to be a custom-designed suit so those were needed, something that would only be worn by him… and according to Mr.Weasley… bulletproof.
Not resistant… but proof.
The former Mobster decided not to try and fill the silence the second time, not wanting to distract the man while he was taking his measurements. Sadly for his goal of silence, Jim's phone rang…
"Ring, ring, ring, Banana phone!" It screamed, causing the Tailor to leap back, frightened briefly by the sudden noise. Jim apologized quietly, evenly as to help calm down the meek man.
"Hello," Jim answered his phone, motioning for the Tailor to continue his work measuring him for the suit.
"Pops!" Louise spoke up, excited about something, which was always something to be concerned about because his little girl could get into trouble in a Convent. "I've got some great news, guess who just got a job offer?"
"Pat?" he couldn't help but joke, his smile small. "Story was so good that the Bugle snapped him up with a big offer."
"No."
"Your Mom's threat of getting a job and kicking me out of the house has finally come true?"
"Pops," Louise whined, the voice loud enough that Jim was sure the Tailor could hear him. "Come on, stop playing around, you know that it's me that got the offer."
"It's me? Mario!"
"You are horrible."
"Horribly funny?"
"I'm hanging up now."
"..."
"I got a job offer over at a Stark plant," Louise gave up attempting to have her father guess. "Going to be put in with the security forces. Much more exciting than some crummy office desk work."
"You didn't apply to work at a Stark plant" Jim found himself blinking, confused with the development since he'd been with her when they were applying for jobs. "Why did they off-"
"Whoa!" Louise interrupted him, her voice high pitched in an oh shit, I've said too much sort of way. "Will you look at the time, Pat's calling my name. Will that poor man ever learn to tie his shoes."
The echoing ring of the phone told the father all he needed to know.
"She hung up on me!" Jim growled clenching his fist in rage. "I tell ya, ever since she could go outside by herself that girl has caused me nothing but trouble."
"Not going to hurt her are ya?" The continuing meek tones of the tailor still took the father of one off-guard. Especially when such a tough-looking guy only seemed to have the ability to have soft expressions.
"Nah," he found himself cajoling the younger man, realizing at last that this was a special individual. Someone that should be handled with a soft touch. Jim wouldn't get anywhere by scaring him, and he didn't even want to know what Fisk would do to him if that happened."I'm just expressing myself verbally. My Louise, great girl, good morals and a tough fighter… just too reckless. Makes me worry is all."
The tailor nodded while his hands held a piece of fabric against Jim's arm. The man seemed to be stuck in deep thought, like he was trying to decide whether something was important, weighing up choices and the risks that would come with it.
At least that was what Jim guessed the tailor was thinking. For all he knew, the man was thinking about how soft a puppy was.
"How about I make her a dress…" Jim couldn't help but to quirk an eyebrow at such a statement, something that the tailor seemed to take heed of as he trailed off. "... or a suit?"
Jim's face broke out into a wide grin, his eyes staring right into the tailor's as he struck out his left hand suddenly.
"What's your name, son?"
"Melvin."
(Pat Doyle)
"Well… I just don't… b-but… " Sterns stammered and trailed off, his hand had started out the sentence pointing high in the air, now curled downwards as if the man lost strength with each second. "So.. you're saying that I'm on a watchlist now?"
Sterns wasn't turning out as I'd expected from what little I knew of him from the Hulk animated series. Far more naive, far less arrogant than I'd ever expect from someone most famous for having an ego far larger than his own rather large green head.
Maybe in this world, it would be the gamma radiation that makes him go off the deep end. Rather than just increasing his intelligence and enabling him to craft mad schemes for world domination.
"Yeah, the US Military plugged your alias into the SHIELD watchlist," Which was something that I really think needs to blown wide open. I mean it very easy to abuse if SHEILD can just monitor everyone like that, not to mention makes me really uncomfortable. "Caught your last talk with Dr. Banner."
"And… that's bad?"
"Yes, it's very bad," I sat down on one of the many stools that were placed around the room. "Think of it this way, all the cures, all those advances in perfecting humanity that you're so excited for? Ross only cares about weaponizing it, of his fame, of how he can make his daughter's ex suffer and advance his own career in a single swoop. You'll be locked up and thrown away for the rest of your life."
It seemed that those words got to him. At least, Sterns seemed torn about the topic now, it was hard for even me to tell if it was because he disliked the idea of weaponizing his research or it was because he didn't want to spend the rest of his life behind jail bars.
"What can I do?" he asked this so earnestly, with such a sorry on his face that I couldn't help but be taken in by it. If I was honest, there was only one thing for him to do.
"Give me a copy of all your research notes," I started to count fingers, one for each step of the plan that I was detailing to him. "A sample of the blood that I know you've got, and then we burn the rest of the stuff, make it seem like an accident."
"And then I'm off the hook?"
"Then they can't prove that you've done anything but involve yourself in roleplay online."
Suddenly the door was knocked, instantly I moved to the wall closest to the door, making such quiet movements that whoever was on the other side couldn't possibly have heard me move unless they were named Murdock.
I held a finger towards my lips, making sure that Sterns could see the action. So he could know to keep quiet. Then I peered through the wall, easily spotting the man and a woman, both brunettes, neither all that tall.
From what I could see they didn't have weapons, nor did they have any badges that would reveal they were from any government agencies. With this in mind, I nodded to Sterns, letting him know that it was okay to open the door.
"Hello?" The college professor meekly answered the door, his eyes were the only thing that those from the outside could see.
"It's good to finally meet you, Mr. Blue."
Unlike with Sterns, I didn't recognize the man from anything else. Something that made it hard to figure out who exactly it was… till Sterns said the alias that Fury had kept from me.
"Hello… Mr. Green?"
Doctor/Professor Bruce Banner, who held both titles with his many degrees entered the room with a friend, a beautiful woman who I could only presume was Betty Ross. Something that caught my attention was that even though Banner was well-groomed, clean and from what I could tell was in good health, he was jumpy, his eyes searching the room and glaring at me when he found me standing at the wall.
"Who's this?"
I walked into the center of the room, making sure that my eyes were staring at his feet rather than his face. It was a simple way of acting meek, just keep my head down and lick my lips once or twice, add to that scratching me limbs and you got a nervous wreck.
"Pat Doyle," I held out my hand, waiting for the other man to shake it but it never came. Instead, it was the good Doctor's lady friend that shook hands with me, and instantly I could tell she was from the higher class of society, simply due to the soft touch of her skin.
"Professor Betty Ross."
I let an excited smile stretch over my face, allowing my true feelings for this moment to shine through the mask I was wearing. This was an epic moment for me, the Hulk was one of my childhood favs going up and meeting the real-life Bruce Banner was something that I adored.
"You're Professor Ross?" I said, hopping from one foot to the other before bounding down, stopping the bouncing and pointing my finger at Banner's rather stern face. "And that makes you Professor Banner?"
I could hear a beeping noise start to increase in intensity, going faster and faster over time. There wasn't a lot of mystery since his watch was also flashing red. Ms. Ross's hand came upon his shoulder, calming him down and bringing the watch back to its mute state.
"What are you doing here?"
I could tell that I needed to act fast, or my only chance to interview Banner would be gone.
"I-I've managed to follow some bread crumbs, with the help of someone that didn't like Ross getting away with his behavior… the General, not the Miss," I explained rapidly, due to the rather cross look that I'd seen appear on Banner's face. "And so I went looking, managing to piece things together and came here."
"Which means Ross can't be far behind," Banner mumbled, a tired sigh escaping from his lips. Truly this was a man that was mentally exhausted by the whole game with Ross.
"Look, while Sterns sets up the test for curing you," I started to search over my body, feeling my pockets and even going as far as to pull them inside out. It wasn't long before I showed the man the old school type recorder I kept on my person. "We talk and reveal to the world just what kind of man General Ross is."
"Why should I trust you? We've never met before."
"Look there's nothing that I can say that will make you trust me," I started, finally making sure to stare at Banner right in the eye. "But I became a reporter because I wanted to reveal the corrupt, to show how they truly are to the world. I want to bring Ross from his dark shadow of being a True American Hero, a patriot, I want to cast light on him and reveal to the world that he's a bully that uses his power to advance himself and his interests. Who'll do anything not to protect Americans," I raised my arms into the air and brought the recorder onto the table in front of me. "But to destroy whatever he sees as a threat, whether or not they're American Citizens or even if they've ever committed a crime, just the potential of a threat is good enough for him."
"My father-"
"Attacked a university campus, using weapons that by all accounts were never tested, he used a drop-ship to shoot the place up, nearly killing you," I interrupted Betty with a passion that I'd been hiding from them, causing her to go silent once again. "Hell, my sources say he's back to experimenting on live soldiers, making superhumans once more, another crime that he'll go unpunished for. General Ross is one of the most morally repugnant men that I'm aware of in the coat of this country's military service," I turned back to Banner, who'd kept his face neutral since I started my speech, but I think he was coming to my side. My hand now ready to start the recording and my face pleading for him to consent. "Help me cast a spotlight on this shadow, reveal Ross for who he is."
Banner replied, after a few seconds of staring at me, with one word.
"Yes."
Author's Note: This is a short but important chapter, also the most technobabble chapter that I've ever written. Don't look too much into the science of what I've written into the above, it doesn't work but should make enough sense. As long as you don't take it literally. Like a chemical reaction, not saying is.
Also the first time meeting between Blueman and Bruce Banner and... a Mr.Blue. One thing that I noticed about Sterns in the film, is that while lacking in some ethnical boundaries but he's not evil, he has noble goals.
Man just has a bad case of the mad scientist bug.