2nd January
15:09 GMT -7
Littleville's grown a little since the sixties, though it's still not exactly densely populated. The largest industry in the area is farming, though they also still have the heavy manufacturing that made the
Thunderbolt Syndicate's attacks possible. Quite a lot of the American Army's old 'specialist' weapons used to be built around here, borderline mad science machines that were never reliable or cheap enough to make it into mass deployment. But as electronics improved and became more reliable, the local plants weren't able to adapt to the new reality.
Still, while the legal facilities explained the illegal expertise and equipment, there isn't anything in the records I've been able to access which explains the presence of a device that can actually grant superpowers.
Some of what happened could have been explained by sophisticated tools or power armour, but the vast majority simply
can't.
Ring, anything out of the ordinary?
Low level exotic energy residues detected. Locations largely overlap those of reported fights between local superheroes and known exotic weapons. No other significant anomalies detected.
Fine. I transition to a point three kilometres above the town library and then descend at speed. And every time I do that I wonder how much of a risk it actually
is. I
know that transitions leave a residue that can be traced. The
problem is that for the first time since the original glow experiments a colour other than green is being used en masse. I know that the Guardians chose green due to the fact that it causes minimal mental alterations. John's ring didn't have any records of them studying the side effects, but… Having a Lantern flying around a Space Sector and generally not picking more than one per world per generation would minimise the problem
anyway. And most of them didn't have the raw power that I do. And I know that they generally don't use-
I trigger the kinetic belt to arrest my descent, landing lightly to the surprise of a handful of townsfolk. I smile and wave politely before proceeding inside.
-several techniques that I do.
"H-hello?"
My smile broadens as I make eye contact with the librarian.
"Good afternoon, sir. I'm looking for copies of the town newspaper, nineteen sixty five to nineteen seventy, if that's at all possible.
"
"Ah, sure. Any.. particular reason?"
"I'm trying to track down your local superheroes. I mean, I imagine they'd all be fairly
old by now, but there are any number of up and coming superheroes who could benefit from their experience.
"
"Those crazy guys from the sixties? I always thought they were probably government agents. Hey, Pat!" He comes out from behind the desk and waves down one of the aisles. "Gotta take a guy to the records room. Cover the desk for me?"
"Sure thing."
"It's this way."
He leads the way up an internal staircase and along the landing to a door marked 'Periodicals'. He then gets out a key and unlocks the door.
"We're getting some kids from the local college to scan all this stuff onto computer and index it so's people can actually
find things. But a lot of the originals are real delicate."
"How far have they got?
"
"Nineteen fifty." He pushes the door open and shows me inside. "Of course, they're working on plenty of other publications as well. Used to be a couple of major print factories in Littleville, so that's a lot of magazines." I bow my head as he leads me over to the racks containing the carefully protected newspapers. "Ah, sorry, I guess that's not going to make your life much easier."
"Oh, the life of a superhero.
"
He walks over and turns the wheel to open one of the interlocking stacks. "You'll probably want to start in
here-."
"No, thank you, that's fine. Ring, scan.
"
Compliance.
"You..
don't need to look at them?"
"My rings can scan and sort them faster than my eyes and brain.
" Though not
instantly, with this many paper copies to go through.
"Find anything helpful?"
"Not yet.
"
There are a few appearances listed here that I didn't already know about. Checking the area covered… Within easy travel distance of plenty of places where whoever was doing this might live. I'd have liked to see if the neophyte superhero always headed straight from his… Or given that I already know that the dial can change a person's sex,
her home. But since this was very definitely before mass camera usage, there just aren't enough pictures for me to work with. Whoever this was, they weren't all that bothered about public acclaim.
I wonder if..?
"I don't suppose that anyone has made a compilation of photographs made by private citizens, have they?
"
"Not that I know of. Why are you looking for this stuff
now, anyway?"
"I have reason to suspect that the device which granted them their powers has reappeared. I want to ask its original user or users about it.
"
"Well if that don't beat all." He edges towards the door. "Hey, I might know someone who could help with that. Should I give them a call?"
I nod.
"Please.
"
Okay… Police reports
are on an electronic database, so if I compare response times that
might give me an idea of travel distances.
"Been a while. Let's see… Four six seven seven six seven."
Cross-referencing police reports with newspaper reports… No, there's not much more here than-.
**Who has the dial?**
My construct gutters as I stagger under the mental force! I look around and-.
A floating brain a metre across shielded by a telekinetic barrier, pink and white cables running across its surface and into a pulsating organ on its underside.
**Who has the dial?**
Space between us
bends as its shield narrows and
bwugh! I'm sent flying through the wall, my environmental shield flickering at the force of the impact! I take control of my flight before I can hit anything else, heavier armour appearing around me from subspace and construct armour covering
that. Looking back at the wall of the library I see the brain float towards the hole, another fluctuation in its telekinetic shield grabbing the brickwork and making a circular section
explode outward.
"Please evacuate the area-"
I stick a construct barrier in the way of the flying detritus, blocking it before it can hit anyone.
"-in a calm and orderly fashion!"
With the debris blocked, people in the surrounding area come to their senses and start running away just as fast as they can. I suppose that it's been so long since a super fight happened around here that the locals have lost the
instincts for bystander survival.
I return my attention to the brain as it floats out of the now enlarged hole.
"Who are you?
"
**I am the Scintillating Psionist! Give me the information I want or everyone here dies!**