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In The Shadow Of Giants

In The Shadow Of Giants

April 6th, 2024 – Saturday: 7 PM

Century Park Skyscraper

“So, you’ve an adopted son now going by Sherman Faulkner, is that what I’m looking at on this requisition about driver’s education,” asked a confused Director Balisong?

Garrick looked embarrassed by how that happened, “I had planned on trying to figure out doing that legally when or if he had picked me. However, since he’s a clone and we don’t want that getting out. Can you do the kid a solid and help him out?”

Director Balisong crossed her hands and sighed tiredly, “It’s fine. Him and the others you told me about just have to pick names for separate identities and they ALL have to go to school. Whom they’re staying with will have to be sorted out as well. Tutors can be arranged and/or transportation as part of your consultant fee from the city. Ahh, Richard, thank you for joining us.” Garrick, turned to see Richard returning from the yacht tour in his tuxedo.

“Director Balisong, always a pleasure. Well, is it time for that meeting?”

“Yes, I suppose we need to sit down and decide how this is going to work long term. Salaries, coverage, and the like since nothing has effectively changed or appears to be on the horizon of changing down south. Greg will be joining us soon I was informed his car entered the garage.”

With the Centurions stuck in Antarctica, Operation Overlord’s recruitment initiative to find new, sanctioned heroes had to be put on hold for the near future. The three of them discussed the use of the name Centurions versus S.A.V.I.O.R. and decided they would continue to go by S.A.V.I.O.R. for the time being.

Garrick provided his guide to improved A.I. security and made it clear any fee working for C.H.I.M.E.R.A. when it comes to this topic should not be paid to him but to Mallic-Faulkner Technologies. Mentioning she should contact, Amanda Surges, their C.O.O. to discuss his rate and haggle if she feels so inclined. This would allow him to be essentially on loan to C.H.I.M.E.R.A. and not interfere with his work schedule. Anything not cyber-crime should have a portion go to the corporations sponsoring S.A.V.I.O.R. and the rest be donated to the Giving Tree organization.

“Hmm,” the director pondered, “So you would be contracted as a civilian expert. Allowing you to assist us when hero work was not required. Forward her details through Richard and you should be able to get added to the list of contractors the city can choose from in that regard. I’ll let you know what gets worked out. Meanwhile, I’ll have Cyber-Crime take a look at your recommendation.”

“That sounds fine, now I’m dreading this but how did our four man skeleton crew do with the situation presented at First Century Bank’s Silver City Branch?” Gryphon looked a little nervous. There was a resolve to look at this objectively in him, since their last encounter of pursuing the bad guys left so many dead.

Director Balisong pursed her lips. “I honestly don’t even know where to begin. You recklessly placed lives in jeopardy. There were civilian casualties. All but one of the perpetrators got away, and the one you captured has yielded no information that can lead to the others. The Mayor is furious – I’ve taken a lot of heat from him over my decision to give your team this responsibility. There are those among him and the city who agree with him.”

The Director continued. “I, however, do not. Based on the statements I’ve reviewed from the hostages and the officers on the scene, I do not believe the hostages would have survived at all. I believe your break from established protocol saved their lives. I’m saddened by the deaths that occurred but I believe it could have been far, far worse. And there are many others among myself and the city who agree with me. S.A.V.I.O.R. has proven to be a different breed of hero, and one I think this city sorely needs. Your tactics are sloppy, dangerous, lack teamwork, and are unconventional enough to throw this city’s enemies off guard. They knew what to expect with the Centurions and how to exploit it – not so with you.”

Gryphon looked surprised as she went on to commend him in doing a satisfactory job directing the efforts of those on scene to help safeguard the public while managing the pursuit. “I see potential and hope this was a good deal for the city.”

She looked up and saw Greg Nugent coming into the room also in a tuxedo. Gryphon stood and shook Greg’s hand offering him his chair since they were going to discuss a number of business level decisions that did not necessarily demand his attention. Director Balisong thanked Gryphon as Greg mentioned reading something on Twitter about trying to get the Gryphon to give an interview. He asked him if he would mind working on that with Victor? Gryphon replied that he’d be happy to help and do that. Mentioning to just let him know when and where. He shook everyone’s hands once more thanking them for the briefing and left the three to discuss their business.

Getting off the elevator for his floor and what could be called his family, although he’s heard the term harem tossed around. He was thinking to himself that he dodged that redhead at the bank. As he was walking to his room, Miss Amazing’s door slid open. She was standing there in her white dress and silver toned metal filigree mask, “Don’t worry Garr-bear, if ‘red’ gets to close and you don’t want to pursue it. I’ll remind her nicely about ‘making sure one has consent first.’ Now come here because I’ve missed you since this morning and you’re mine today.” Garrick smiled and changed back to his normal form as he entered her room and shut the door behind him.

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When Will This Week End?

When Will This Week End?

March 29th, 2024 – Friday: 8:52 AM

As far as Gryphon knew everyone in S.A.V.I.O.R. had left off for their various destinations and city patrols. As he went to clean the dishes he used in breakfast. He overheard the Geist and Shorty #5 having a ‘Come to Jesus’ meeting about his activities last night. Gryphon knew that he would have to engage him during missions more to help him feel comfortable as providing situational intelligence updates, coordinating the bringing in of police, fire, and E.M.S. Perhaps, even finding a purpose he could get behind.

He checked his phone and it was just turning 8:58 AM. He sent and email to Brandon, Amanda Surges, and Constance Mallic about the hiring of a new developer at the Faulkner Robotics division of Mallic-Faulkner Technologies. He would be specializing in medical applications and language translations/communications. His name is Cai, and he’s a transfered intelligence in a robot body designated by Cai as: Caedechron. He noted that he was a new member of S.A.V.I.O.R. and any necessary paperwork would need to be drawn up. Since Garrick was going to be in briefly on Monday to see about Amanda’s three projects and their humanitarian counterparts. They could meet Cai and he, while on boarding their new developer with the company and a workstation. His starting salary would be $90,000 per year.

After he was an employee and signed the NDA’s he wanted to share with Cai his brainchild for ‘CPU Hive A.I. Networking’ as means to help him adapt to a non-organic body. Hopefully, they could try and figure out a way to see where Mason Douchegutt had stashed the organic dead one. Garrick had decided that preparing for a worse case scenario was prudent.

He also proposed a conditional project for biological cloning and/or synthetic skinned, android, transfered intelligence bodies for people that had been wounded critically and may not survive longer. The elite would pay but this could also allow M.F.T. to help out a percentage of cases for city workers and the underprivileged by economic means. His inspiration was clearly Cai. He was hoping to re-gift him with a synth-skinned body that would allow him to live as close to normal as once did. He ended the email with the quote he mentioned to Amanda as his new corporate email signature: “Our success will be measured not just in control of markets of technology, but equally in what we give back to the communities we reside in.”

He sent a text to Ramona about meeting for lunch in Century Station Memorial Park at 11 AM. He would bring sandwiches, some fruit salad, and soft oatmeal bars. She was welcome to bring the beverages and they could have a conversation that didn’t involve the craziness of last night. He added to bring a sweater because it might be chilly according to the weather report. Garrick made sure to pack an umbrella just to be sure. It did not take long to get an affirmative reply and she’d bring water and tea.

He logged onto the Discord server the Frauen Von Gryphon used and let them know that Ramona may have figured out he was part of S.A.V.I.O.R. Given she was there on the previous night at the Church of Reflections. She was, after all, his way to get most of the team inside without raising suspicion. He explained he was going to have lunch with her to find out if his identity was compromised with her. He also asked everyone their thoughts on him going public as the Gryphon? He asked them to think about it before answering. He closed the app on his phone and then made the call he knew had to be made.

Garrick called Nathaniel and got his voice mail, “Hey buddy this is Garrick, can I stop by the bar tonight and we can talk? If not tonight, maybe Saturday night? No rush, please reach out when you wish, Nate.” Garrick got the reply via text: [Understood.] Well, he’d made contact and at least Nathan knew someone cared. He sent an email to Col. Lightning about taking on Black Phantom if he decided to leave but still wished to do hero work. No sense in him needing to become a Maverick again. He explained the team loosing Jake earlier this very week had hit some harder than others. Also that everybody processes their grief at different times and in different ways.

Irons, so to speak, were in the fire on the issues before him. He checked in with Optimus and emailed Constance that the scripts for checking on the reactor had worked. Another message was sent to Master Nitobe that he was in the middle of a company merger at his day job and moving into a new house. He would like to begin showing up to the morning classes after the 8th of April so he could be focused. Not knowing when he’d be free, Garrick sent Geist an email about meeting with him and next with Richard and Greg about expectations and goals for the team going forward.

March 29th, 2024 – Friday: 9:35 AM

Finishing with the food he found a cooler and a plain white table cloth for the long dining table. He chuckled at the small eagle logo of Tecate Beer© on the side and smirked quietly quipping, “Be Bold!” Packing up everything he left knowing morning rush hour would be coming to a close right about now.

“Hey A.R.C.H.I.E., please make sure Cardinal knows where I am in case everything goes south, metaphorically speaking.”

“Sure thing boss, anything else?”

“Begin Recording: Buddy, we all fuck up at times for a number of different reasons. Watching us should tell you adults don’t always have the answers. Just know this one thing. If you don’t believe in yourself then believe in me – I believe in you to become what you want. Now go get it, and since I have not heard otherwise. Cardinal I would appreciate it if you could watch my six while I’m out. Archie can feed you my location from my comm unit. Gryphon out. End Recording.”

“Message sent just in case he asks you want him to watch from here, correct?”

“Yes please, A.R.C.H.I.E. thanks for your help.”

“Sure thing boss.”

He headed out before those that chose to stay or survived would return to help Beast deal with Dr. Wendell Moore. The person likely responsible for shattering the mind of the Beast whom appears to be strongly related to the Nightbane they met the previous evening. As he got in his truck and headed out. He got a text from the Geist about some of the items he asked about: [Once you get the funds from the new lease agreement I’ll send the routing numbers. The aircar will be parked on top of Jenga Tower on April 5th by noon. Shorty #4 should have a home in roughly 2-3 weeks after that. For now Shorty #5 will continue to live with you. He’s on probation at the moment. If he passes it then I will revisit the adoption. He’ll want to talk to you sometime today about a car you were offering to arrange for him.]

March 29th, 2024 – Friday: 11:03 AM

Ramona tried one last time to see if she could catch Garrick lying about an honest, polyamory relationship. When she was on her way making a call through bluetooth, HUD glasses that was paired to her phone. She called Ameera, whom asked, “Are you wearing any red, purple, or blue?”

“Wait, what?”

“Well, my handsome man called and mentioned he was having lunch with you. Did he by chance tell you about our special relationship?”

“Yes, but is he really seeing you and two others?”

“Yes, we all look out for each other and if he has a fault. It’s that he’s a workaholic. I heard there was quite the kerfuffle at your church last night. Are you doing okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine it’s just seeing him rush through a room to save people from gun crossfire. It was almost like he was a superhero.”

“Oh yes, did I mention he saved me and four of my friends from the Nine Lives shooting incident? It’s how we met, and for the record, he is my hero.”

“Wow! I’m almost to the park, but why did you mention the colors I was wearing?”

“Because if your going to try and seduce my man he likes blue with gold accents, purple with silver accents, and dark red. Have fun Ramona!” [CLICK] There was a hint of a giggling laugh as she knew the look on Ramona’s face being left with that information.

Her phone showed her it was 11:03 AM when the got to the park. Going inside the walls she found him sitting and leaning back against a tree reading a book on Haiku, Zen and the Art of reaching Inner Peace. “You know Ameera thinks you’re a workaholic, but here you are. In a park on a sunny morning, reading eastern poetry, and getting ready for a picnic. If you’re not careful a passerby might confuse you for someone relaxing.” She began to laugh and then he looked at her and laughed with her as he stood up.

“Let me set those down for you,” helping Ramona sit while he put the drinks down. As he sits and then makes lunch on durable paper plates. Garrick hands her the sandwich, oatmeal bars with fruit he cut up. “Sadly, the relaxing is an illusion. I am here till noon when I have to get back for a meeting at 12:30.”

“So I guess I’m on the clock then? So, you met Ameera at the Nine Lives club saving her from a shoot out. I can say for certain you don’t need a gunman to try and make this lunch memorable!” Garrick laughed and said he’s just trying to make it to Monday so he can begin moving into the new home. They talked about how weird last night was and Garrick mentioned he hadn’t really slept yet. “You look better rested than I do! Oh can you tell me what gym you go to?”

“Sure, uhh,” Ramona could see she caught him on a topic he was not prepared for. He looked at her, “Phantom Crossfit and Self-Defense. Although I am waiting to find out where he’s going to host classes next because he lost his permit for the current park he’s been using.”

“That’s cool, can you place an order for the same supplements you get so I can grow to way over six feet tall? Oh don’t forget the ones that let you shrink back down when you want.”

“Well, shit.” Ramona actually batted her eyes at him as he asked her, “Did I ever tell you my given middle name?”

A quizzical look came over her smug expression of victory. Garrick reached into his wallet and pulled out his driver’s license, “Please don’t say it out loud. Just read it, pretty please with sugar and honey.”

Name: Garrick Griffon Faulkner

“You used your middle name? Was there a time limit to come up with an identity?” She handed it back noting it still said 5′ 8″ for his height on there with a picture she was far more used to seeing. She was astonished she had not realized it sooner and she began to laugh.

When she made eye contact she finally saw the tiredness in him and she remembered the headline from the paper the day before about Jake Thompson, hero of Century Station. The news story referred to an event on Tuesday night. Corroborating online articles reference two large explosions in the upper atmosphere that match the time frame! Then Wednesday morning mere hours later there was the robot attack. It was said Gryphon saved his team, nearby buildings and civilians by flying a robot up into the before it self destructed! She followed all the Hero Watch Twitter accounts for the sub-districts in case the Gryphon made news.

“Does Ameera and the others know?”

“Yes, she was out with one of the others and they have had the delightful shock of watching me blow up. Ramona, being near me comes with some serious baggage. I just asked them their opinion of going public with my identity. I want you to think about that if you still want to be friends with me.”

He sighed, “I nearly died, in the church we did find a cult. I did get all the easy to identify innocents out. During that night though, I had to fight through the fear of being in that situation again. No one got hurt because of it but now I was elected to lead my team. I missed spending time with Ameera this week, no one gets scheduled time with me next week on account of the move. I am worried about being a bad boyfriend. However, I’ve had no time to deal or process watching a hero die to stop an alien invasion, nearly being blown to bits, and dealing with two other members of my team I had come to depend on leaving. I want to scream but I don’t get that luxury anymore as leader.”

His tone had never risen and he took her hands, “Ramona, that was all within the last seven days. So I guess I am trying to make you aware of what it means to be just friends with me, god forbid the inherent dangers that would come with anything else. All I want is for this week to just end. I love having friends, I love what my life is becoming, but this week officially blows.” Letting go of her hands he goes back to eating thrilled to finally get it off his chest to someone. The relief can be seen on his face as tension eases upon his brow.


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