Unlike the comic books almost no powered people become sciencevillains. Why bother when there's good money to be made legitimately?Only psycho nutjobs...like Queen Crimson go that route and she's safelyincarcerated these days. And then there's myself. Though there'sprecious little that's super about my petty crimes.* * *"I was a late developer," I admitted to Jo, sipping at the Starbuckscup. "My power appeared last January, just before my seventeenthbirthday." You're a senior, then." The corner. " Bumfelt showered. "The two Donnie Brascoes that were shot were mine," said Stone, sipping from her cup of coffee. Donnie Brascoes were deep cover agents named after a famous agent who infiltrated the New York mob. "What I want to know is what you were doing there?" Bumfelt gave pause, looked her in the eyes and lied. "I wasn't there." "I urge you not to go down the road of subterfuge and misdirection, Detective," said Stone coldly, putting down her cup. "We know you were there." "Is that what. " Oh my god what am I going to do Natalie thought "Merna, he won't even see me. How can I tell him?" Merna being the strange bird she was told her "Well Nat hunny, you send him a card telling him of the wonderful news and write CONGRADULATIONS FUCKTARD YOU INDEED ARE THE FATHER" they both looked at each other and laughed...So it was done, and he responded 5 months and 3 dress sizes later. He invited her out for dinner in a very public (as in busy) restaurant where he knew Natalie wouldn't. A second later, she put a phony smile on her face so that her voice sounded more cheery "Sorry, just had to let you know that talking with anyone about her is about as enjoyable as working in Mac's office after he's had beans for lunch."His real laugher indicated that her joking had broken the tension. For a moment, both of the giggled and reminisced about the famous Mac's stinky farts. Then he said "But I'm wasting time, which is something that I don't have. Let me tell you the story as I.