This choice: Anything. And you get lucky • Go Back...Chapter #3Big powers, big problems by: Yote   The Broker isn't quite how you'd expected him. The man Nathan had described had been calm, collected, professional. This man is anything but. His eyes have a wild, sleep-deprived look, there is sweat on his suit, and he keeps tugging at his tie as if struggling to breathe, even though it hangs like a loose noose around his shoulders.
The office is a scene of chaos. People scurry back and forth. Curiously, most of them seem to be the same person.
"Techno, erase everything on those hard drives," the Broker snaps at one of the underlings who moves quickly to the nearest computer, reaching into the long cloak that shrouds his body and drawing out a long, fleshy cable from the base of his neck. His body stiffens as he slides it into the computer port. "Electro, fry everything the second those hard drives are wiped." Electro, a woman wearing nothing but dense bright-yellow fur, grins, and the room instantly comes alive with static charges. "Folk?"
"Sir," half the room says in unison, the duplicates snapping to attention.
He points at four with rifles slung over their backs . "You, you, you, and you, get up on the roof. Anything that isn't a bird or a plane, shoot it down."
"Yes, sir!"
He watches them leave then turns suddenly, almost falling over you in the process. "Why are you still here?" he scowls. His hand slips into his jacket. "Who sent you?!"
"Nathan did, uh, sir."
There's the distinct click off a pistol being cocked. "Just torched my records so you're going to have to be a little more specific than that, kid."
"Nathan Huggins! He told me where to find you. He said you gave him luck."
The Broker seems to relax a little. He removes his hand slowly. "Right. The probability manipulation. I remember him." Suddenly he grins. "Looks like some of that luck rubbed off on you, kid. You got here at just the right time. How would you like some big powers, real Earth shakers. Totally free of charge."
"What's the catch?"
"Why should there be a catch? Look the truth is I overcharged your friend for what is, between you and me, a pretty weak power. I feel bad. Let me make it up."
A man with a face like clay steps into the room. "We go now," he growls.
The Broker holds out his hand. "You've got about thirty seconds to choose. After that I'm gone for good."
"Okay, I'll take it!" you say hurriedly.
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