Xavier stood around, the rain trickling slowly out of existence. He stepped in one puddle, then another, entertaining himself. His brain was roaring, like a huge-a** engine, churning all this information. In a way, he missed Power City, his most recent home, before Nexus. It had been so much fun to conquer, so many political string to tug, so many ways it could go wrong. It had been filled to the brim with variables, and he absolutely loved how quickly it could have gone wrong. Nexus, on the other hand, was different. The Supers held the cards here. The mayor struggled to react to them. He was not a player, and he knew it, and that's why Xavier had him in his pocket now. The DA, Police Chief, Justice of the Peace, Nexus Legislature... None of them could turn down the price Xavier asked for the promises he made. They had no power, because the City herself had it. Nexus was unique because the very beings that lived inside of her were her conscious, her source of decision. Xavier knew that the moment he saw the massacre on the television, whenever he saw what the people of Nexus were willing to do to get rid of what they felt hurt them.
So, here Xavier was, thinking, plotting, planning his next move, while his dress shoes got soaked in water, and ripped sports coat was splotched black from the rain. He needed allies. No, those people he had in his pocket were not allies, they were weak, but essential. The police had influence, the mayor a voice. That's what Xavier wanted. His influence was in the people now, that made them essential. But weak. They themselves were not important, and though he promised the mayor a city that he would have control of, a city that was tamed for him, ensured him a place at the top of Nexus until the day he decided to retire, he would surely replace the man once the time came for it. The man was not important.
So, Allies. Supers. He needed someone with the right motive. And, of course, Xavier had already done his research, had his 'people' go searching through the public records, see what could be picked up. However, the only truly useful information he got came from the horse's mouth. Well, the Police Chief's mouth. That's why he was stepping in puddles outside of an apartment building, waiting for the Private Investigator to get home.
He needed to see if this man was the right fit, this ex-cop. Oh, how he wanted him to be. Mr. Adair wanted someone to be his equal in this venture, not a tool to be pocketed or thrown out. He wanted an aid, an ally, someone who would have reason to help. Someone who would help control once Xavier moved on to a new power conquest. That was thinking a while ahead, of course. Xavier eventually got bored with the water, and sat back against the door. He pulled out his cell phone and began playing angry birds, another distraction, whilst his mind continued to roar like an engine.
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