Stephanie's Journal: Common Ground
Charlie was strong. Stronger than I figure. Every hit I landed on him he was able to just shrug off. And when he landed hits on me, well...I think the bruises speak for themselves. Ow... At one point I was too slow, and he was able to get behind me and wrap his arm around my neck. Trying to pull his arm away was next to useless. That strength of his was too much. And through this fight of ours he showed that he knows how to use it. He wasn't like a million other goons I've taken on before. He was more than that. He actually knew what he was doing. That only made me ask more questions.
"You're not bad, Charlie. Why waste this on someone like Sammy?"
"I don't care about what she wants. I just wanted a chance.
"Chance at what?"
"A chance to kill power abusing scum like my dad. I got my wish, and I want more. I'll just have to settle with you."
"You're in for some disappointment, Charlie."
It takes pretty much all my strength, but I'm able to get my arm out and slam my elbow in his side as hard as I can. I do this at least six times before his grip around my neck loosens. I grab his arm and manage to throw him over me into the pile of rusty bikes. He hits the pile hard, knocked out. I loosen my neck out from that hold he put me in, and start searching for the idiot controlling the drone. I kick open one door and find a room lit only by some holes in the roof. The room has the same scrapes of an old, ugly paint scheme all over the dilapidated walls. I see 4 PC towers on the floor like the ones Me, Tim and Jackie found at the old hideout. Next to these towers was a folding table with a PC monitor and a laptop on it, among other things. But the biggest attention grabber was the nerdy looking kid pointing a six-shooter at me. He was nervous, trembling and barely holding onto the gun. That was when It hit me. This kid. I've only seen glimpses of him back at Brentwood, but I knew too well who it was. Cody Isaner, the runaway tech geek who apparently had a bad relationship with his dear old dad. He's gotta be the one running the drone. After all, I saw the screen of the laptop, looked like something from the Matrix. I sure as hell won't know what I'm doing running that laptop, so that makes Cody the only one who can stop the drone. Pounding his face in with my staff until he does stop it won't help much, either. I gotta talk this kid down. Shouldn't be too difficult, since we have some common traits. I put my staff on the ground next to me, promising him I'm not here to hurt him.
"Wh---why should I believe you!?"
"Trust me, If I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it already."
"Stay back! I'll---I'll shoot!"
"No, you won't."
"H--how do you know?"
"Because one; your grip on that gun is so bad you're more likely to pop yourself with it, and two; you're no killer. You were that one kid at the museum heist just shooting the ceiling. You couldn't hurt anyone."
"I can-- I can always start, y'know!"
"Really? Cody, what happened? Why are you running around with someone like Sammy? You're smarter than this!"
"I wanted to clean this city! S-stop power abusing jerks like my dad."
"Sammy fed you that didn't she? You're just here because you're mad at your dad, aren't you?"
"Don't talk to me like you know me! "
"But Cody, I kinda do. Your dad was lawyer, right? Embezzled alot of cash from clients according to the reports. Not a good role model. Neither was mine. He's the whole reason I'm doing this right now. This whole superhero thing."
"There's NO way he was worse then mine!"
"He was up there. But the point is Cody, I didn't start running around with a bad crowd because of how my dad was. I was stronger than that, and you can be too. Sammy wants you to think you're helping this city, but you're just helping her hurt innocent people. This isn't you, Cody. I can tell you're a good kid."
"But...Mayor Dini--"
"Is not the man Sammy wants to to think he is. And murdering him with a flying bomb won't do anything for you, Cody. It's just gonna make you no better than your dad. Do you really want that? To be your own worst enemy? C'mon, Cody. You're the only one who can stop this."
"Spinneret though. She gave me a home--"
"This? Cody, this room is the worst one in this building! She doesn't care about you, Cody. Just her own psychotic agenda. Please Cody, just stop helping her. You know you're better than this..."
Stephanie's Journal: Common Ground
Charlie was strong. Stronger than I figure. Every hit I landed on him he was able to just shrug off. And when he landed hits on me, well...I think the bruises speak for themselves. Ow... At one point I was too slow, and he was able to get behind me and wrap his arm around my neck. Trying to pull his arm away was next to useless. That strength of his was too much. And through this fight of ours he showed that he knows how to use it. He wasn't like a million other goons I've taken on before. He was more than that. He actually knew what he was doing. That only made me ask more questions.
"You're not bad, Charlie. Why waste this on someone like Sammy?"
"I don't care about what she wants. I just wanted a chance.
"Chance at what?"
"A chance to kill power abusing scum like my dad. I got my wish, and I want more. I'll just have to settle with you."
"You're in for some disappointment, Charlie."
It takes pretty much all my strength, but I'm able to get my arm out and slam my elbow in his side as hard as I can. I do this at least six times before his grip around my neck loosens. I grab his arm and manage to throw him over me into the pile of rusty bikes. He hits the pile hard, knocked out. I loosen my neck out from that hold he put me in, and start searching for the idiot controlling the drone. I kick open one door and find a room lit only by some holes in the roof. The room has the same scrapes of an old, ugly paint scheme all over the dilapidated walls. I see 4 PC towers on the floor like the ones Me, Tim and Jackie found at the old hideout. Next to these towers was a folding table with a PC monitor and a laptop on it, among other things. But the biggest attention grabber was the nerdy looking kid pointing a six-shooter at me. He was nervous, trembling and barely holding onto the gun. That was when It hit me. This kid. I've only seen glimpses of him back at Brentwood, but I knew too well who it was. Cody Isaner, the runaway tech geek who apparently had a bad relationship with his dear old dad. He's gotta be the one running the drone. After all, I saw the screen of the laptop, looked like something from the Matrix. I sure as hell won't know what I'm doing running that laptop, so that makes Cody the only one who can stop the drone. Pounding his face in with my staff until he does stop it won't help much, either. I gotta talk this kid down. Shouldn't be too difficult, since we have some common traits. I put my staff on the ground next to me, promising him I'm not here to hurt him.
"Wh---why should I believe you!?"
"Trust me, If I wanted to hurt you, I would've done it already."
"Stay back! I'll---I'll shoot!"
"No, you won't."
"H--how do you know?"
"Because one; your grip on that gun is so bad you're more likely to pop yourself with it, and two; you're no killer. You were that one kid at the museum heist just shooting the ceiling. You couldn't hurt anyone."
"I can-- I can always start, y'know!"
"Really? Cody, what happened? Why are you running around with someone like Sammy? You're smarter than this!"
"I wanted to clean this city! S-stop power abusing jerks like my dad."
"Sammy fed you that didn't she? You're just here because you're mad at your dad, aren't you?"
"Don't talk to me like you know me! "
"But Cody, I kinda do. Your dad was lawyer, right? Embezzled alot of cash from clients according to the reports. Not a good role model. Neither was mine. He's the whole reason I'm doing this right now. This whole superhero thing."
"There's NO way he was worse then mine!"
"He was up there. But the point is Cody, I didn't start running around with a bad crowd because of how my dad was. I was stronger than that, and you can be too. Sammy wants you to think you're helping this city, but you're just helping her hurt innocent people. This isn't you, Cody. I can tell you're a good kid."
"But...Mayor Dini--"
"Is not the man Sammy wants to to think he is. And murdering him with a flying bomb won't do anything for you, Cody. It's just gonna make you no better than your dad. Do you really want that? To be your own worst enemy? C'mon, Cody. You're the only one who can stop this."
"Spinneret though. She gave me a home--"
"This? Cody, this room is the worst one in this building! She doesn't care about you, Cody. Just her own psychotic agenda. Please Cody, just stop helping her. You know you're better than this..."