16774/HELP!: I think I killed my babysitter

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HELP!: I think I killed my babysitter
Date of Scene: 05 January 2024
Location: Lower East Side Near The Trader Joes
Synopsis: Reports of a dead babysitter and the heroes try to help a frightened little boy.
Cast of Characters: Nico Minoru, Ben Grimm, Julian Keller, Sma'shaw Ihaka, Caleb Dykstra




Nico Minoru has posed:
It starts out as any normal Friday, at least as normal as any day could be in a city full of superheroes and villains. With HELP! gaining traction, it's no surprise that the calls for help from heroes range from old ladies who have fallen and can't get up to kittens stuck to trees to this one in particular...

HIGH PRIORITY: @JackJack24601: I think I killed my babysitter. It was just supposed to be a prank! I DONT WANT TO GO TO JAIL!

Any heroes who pay for the premium subscription to the app, if they respond to the inquiry would get a GPS ping of where the message came from. A series of residential apartments in the Lower East Side, a few blocks south of Chinatown and a few blocks east of Little Italy. Lucky bastards who live here.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm is trying something new. He pays a small botique firm of worthy artists a small stipend from his funds to make a costume for him once a year during Halloween but he was gone this year and is using it now. Dressed as a clearly air inflated and large "Robot" from the 1960's Lost in Space, he is checking out the validity of this app. He's skeptical, and thinks someone is monetizing and exploiting younger heroes but if he goes as The Thing (tm) that will suck all the oxygen out of the room. So instead? Robbie the Robot trundles to the apartment complex, scanning for wtf is going on.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller was in the Trader Joe's scouring for those delicious Pepermint Joe Joes. Sadly, it's a Christmas seasonal thing and the hungry well dressed man leaves the Joe's empty handed. When you have a craving for something you're going to shun other things that the Joe's may have to offer. Pulling out his phone, he scrolls through the endless apps to the end where he keeps certain ones. Notification bubbles litter the screen and his thumb hovers over one that would sate another sort of craving, but the Help! app's notification pops and it looks like he's going to skip it and go to the other, but at the last possible second he chooses to open the Help! app.

As a premium subscriber, cause what rich playboy wouldn't subscribe at least for a month (and totally forget about it, paying for it for ever and not using it), just for the LOLz, Julian's brows quirk and he laughs.

'Need help hiding the body or what?' User Hellion sends a message to JackJack.

This is all typed out as he shoots into the night sky heading towards the GPS ping's coordinates.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Sma'shaw didn't waste much time getting here (which might have led to a few traffic violations, but all in the name of public service), tearing along the asphalt until the Tornado, his preem muscle car, screeched to a halt just out side of the apartments. Now this seemed like a serious case, and his first big one doing heroing as a side gig, but luckily, he'd found a crumpled fedora with a couple bills in it (he was pretty sure the screaming person running down the alleyway was unrelated to that.), so he had...well, most of the important accoo-tra-mahnts for being all detective-like. As the spinning dual-engines came to a stop, and he hopped out and locked his vehicle, he began texting the would-be suspect as he entered the apartment complex.

BigYeenEnergy: So, what -exactly- happened? Please don't tell me this was one of those app challenges or whatever.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
This app thing, Sheila got him into this over the benefits for suckering friends into the app.

Eventually, Caleb gets the message when he's on his car - a black '70 Dodge Challenger - after paying his dad a visit. Checking the coordinates, he notices he's not far from the location...

And, against all better judgement, he decides to go and have a look. Nevermind that he's no hero, just a concerned citizen...

(Yeah, Caleb... You're dumb, this is your inner voice talking.)

And he nears the spot, comes out of the car, reaches the back and pulls out a duffle bag filled with stuff in it. Better be safe than sorry....

Nico Minoru has posed:
Help! app

@JackJack24601: I put a bag of flour on top of a door! It was just supposed to fall and get flour all over him! BUT HE IS OUT! PLEASE. I DONT WANT TO GO TO JAIL. IM TOO YOUNG.

@@JackJack24601 to Hellion: I THINK HES DEAD! I DONT WANT TO GO TO JAIL! WAAAAAAAAAH.

The app points out one particular apartment building, the one literally across the street from the Trader Joes (what a location!). Still, while it points out general coordinates, there's nothing about floor, apt #, etc.

When they come in, the door man, an elderly gentleman in his 60s blinks and stares at the two. "You're not our residents."

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm is not yet replying. As he looks around, his voice changed a little with a symethzier so its not immediately him despite the jersey accent. "This is....off." He has a heavily modified phone that...frankly he knows Stretch explained to him a million times. Parts of it, he has down pat, like summoning the vehicles, piloting the vehicles, listening to military or police bands and communicating with em; but this triangluation feature requires math WAY above his paygrade as he fiddles around with a triangle symbol on the phone trying to get it to tell him where the signal is coming from.

Trying and failing, so instead he looks around for a young face looking out of a window down at him.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Sma'shaw sighs as he taps at his phone, grumbling a little. Hopefully this was just a concussion or something like that. Chance are this kid manages to drop a ten pound bag, or heavier, on the poor sod.

BigYeenEnergy: Right, okay, just stay calm. If you can, call the doorman to let us in, and tell use the door number and floor.

Sma'shaw looked up to the aforementioned door man, clearing his crumpled fedora. "G'day,koind sir," His Australian accent was thick as butter, but the hyena mutant did his best to be cordial. "Oi'm with the Help! app, an' moy case's location thingie is leadin' me here to the complex." He flips the phone around, showing as such to the elderly man. "Think one of your residents moight be in a pinch of trouble, an' Oi'm 'ere ta help!" And he smiles a big yeen smile! Such a polite fella, he is.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller curses as he realizes that the location is directly across the street and he didn't need to fly there. But still crossing any street in New York can be an adventure in of itself so it was probably he took flight. And flying he's able to .. "What are you doing a goofy looking oaf," Julian says when he sees the Thing staring creepily up at windows. "Go find some place else to stalk you perv!" Julian calls to The Thing giving him the bird as he passes and lands easily on the ground and enters into the building.

'If we hide the body, no jail time. What apartment? And the rest of you all bugger off, I got this.' Hellion sends to the group chat at large.

"Evening. Just going up to see my second cousin twice removed on my left handed cousins side." Julian says with a flash of a smile towards the Old Man. "No need to show me the way, I've been here a time or three." Maybe. Probably not.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb looks at the phone, and considers.

@Silent.G.Host: Okay, calm down. Need details. First: how heavy a bag? A two-pounder? A twenty? Second: check for breathing - grab a spoon from the kitchen and put it against the nostrils; if vapor, then there's breath. Third: press two fingers against his wrist, towards the side of the thumb; if throbbing, then pulse.

And he goes inside, to see there are some extraordinary people already here gathered. "Greetings", he then looks at the door man, "Got reason to believe that there's someone in need of help, here."

Nico Minoru has posed:
@JackJack24601: 2206. And I don't know. It was just a regular bag of flour! My parents going to KIIIIIIIIILLLLLL me. I dont want to go to jail!

The doorman seems to buy Julian's explanation. Normally, he wouldn't but considering there are two much less inconspicuous guests, he hrmms. "I'll need some forms of ID please, so I can register you in. Which apartment are you seeing?" he asks, leading them towards the signin.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm nearly puts his hands to his head as he reads the chatter on this channel. Aid or Accessory? Do these kids know what they're doin? On a recorded format? Now he is suddenly VERY suspect about HELP! In general and thinks this is a coverup. He can't hear Julian yelling at him but gets the general idea from the facial expressions. He waits, and just internally shakes his head. If someone comes out with an actual body bag, he's gonna have to take action but until then, he suspects someone is getting themselves a news story that makes heroes look bad.

Julian Keller has posed:
"2206." Julian says to looking over at the man. He pulls out his idea and slaps it on the table. "I'll come back down and get it. I've got to get up there." Julian moves towards the elevator and hits the call button and thankfully he doesn't have any wait. Now, if others want to run and enter how is he going to stop them?

He leans against the wall of the elevator, his arms crossed over his chest. "So. Lovely night we're having here. This app is dumb." He says either to himself or elevator occupants. WHO KNOWS. Choices.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Sma'shaw sighs as he digs into his cargo shorts, grumbling a bit more vocally. Bureaucracy sucks -eggs-. But he pulled his I.D. out of his wallet, sliding it over. "2206. Little bit of hurry would be appreciated, I think some poor toyke jus' bonked the loights outta his sittah on accident, gotta figure out if they're okay or if they need a ride on the ER buggie."

His claws clack against the counter, as he waits for the doorman to finish up the registration. He messaged back, meanwhile.

BigYeenEnergy: Alright, listen, just do what the other fella said, and maaaaybe call an ambulance while you're at it? You didn't mean it, and you're at least getting SOME form of help so, just focus on doing that other stuff for now.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Screw this", Caleb says, all of a sudden darting into the building, voice really showing signs of irritation, "Call the police, if you must! There could be someone dying /right now/!"

"2206. Got it!", he says, speeding up and not waiting for an elevator.

And over the phone, he presses the pre-coded words...

'Send picture. Now!'

Nico Minoru has posed:
There's no response on the app. Nothing. Zip. Nada.

Still, it seems that Caleb and Julian are the two that head up first. The elevator is pretty fast for a residential place, and luckily for them, there's no one else wanting to go up (who else goes up on these things from other floors?).

DING! The elevator opens, and to the left and down the hallway is #2206. The door is already unlocked, as there's two young boys, approximately 8? 9? 10 years old that are frantically running towards the elevator. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT." one of them mumbles.

"Jack is soooo screwed." the other says, a young blonde. Apparently, they're more than likely friends or acquaintances who just want to get the fuck out of there.

Nico Minoru has posed:
The doorman looks at the ID and gives a little bit of a suspicious look. He's dealing with an anthropomorphic hyena. This is going to strange for anyone not caught up in that world. And then of course, there's the robot that's just standing there.

"Which apartment? And who are you visiting?"

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm contacts the cops, "Possible elder abuse incident. Exact address unknown. Itentities unknown. Possible felony or medical emergency. Recommend sending Parametics and a unit. Probably a prank guys. Sorry but cant take that chance. Coordinates sent.."

Time to Kilroy. He rips off the disguise and goes up to the doorman, "Dont know friend. This is probably a prank but do you mind if we do door to door to check, just to be sure?"

Julian Keller has posed:
Hellion: OH No! Dont cal an amuance! I want to see a dead baby sitter. Sits happen kiddo. Halp is on its way!r
Julian types quickly, the typos are real.

Julian steps off the elevator and sees the kids bounding down the hall at a frantic pace. "STAAAP!" His voice booms out. "Back track your asses back wards." Julian says with authority even reaching down and grabbing them by the scruff of the neck if need be to physically drag them back towards the apartment and pushing them against the wall near the door. "You stay put." Giving a glance to Caleb, Julian boldly steps in side.

"Yo! It's your Help! hero. Actually probably like 3 of us responding and one perv, but Help! is here! User JackJack where you at kid?" Apartments are pretty much the same. Hallway to living room and from there WHO knows. He's alert, but not in the overly cautious sort of way. It's just a dead baby sitter after all and a scared kid.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Sma'shaw purses his yeen lips with a bit of frustration, but go figure, most old people had bias issues. Like most people in general. Especially with mutants.

"Roigh' ah, am Oi good to go on then?" And it was then he looked up to see THE THING (trademark symbol) standing right there! Man, guy's got some surprising sneak skills for a big fella made of rock...! He was made of rocks, right? He looked like he was made of rocks.

"...Ye, whot th' big fella said."

Nico Minoru has posed:
"KEVVVVVVVIN!" Waittaminute. Wasn't the kid's name Jack?

As Julian heads into the apartment with the two boys now freezing due to his aura of authority, it shouldn't take a telepath to figure out where the idea of a flour on the head prank came from. With Home Alone 2 playing in the background, is it any wonder?

Still, once inside, there's the sight of a young man, probably about sixteen years old, definitely athletic in build, about six feet tall on the ground. Knocked out.

Next to him is an eight year old boy, clearly frightened with an iPhone in his hands, crying as it's clear he's scared out of his mind.

Sniffling a little, his lip trembles as he sees Julian. "I.. I... I just... It was supposed to be funny!"

Clearly, there was no malicious intent on the boy's part. But as for the knocked out babysitter? There's no breathing. The chest isn't rising or falling.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the doorman gasps, "WHY DIDN"T YOU SAY THAT IN THE BEGINNING?!?!?!"

Ben Grimm has posed:
Its a mess...thats for sure. And in hindsight, Thing wishes he hadnt stuck his fingers in it, but someone has to watch out for the young heroes making mistakes they all did once and can sidestep...the app is another element entirely and those chats....that was what forced his hand, but a wrong move here makes it worse. If the doorman is bypassed, then the headline reads "Warrentless heroes let grandma die" if they dont, then the headline reads "Heroes dither while grandma dies"...He motions with his head to Sma while he engages the doorman, "We're just gonna knock on doors make sure everyone is OK, try to narrow things down and speed things up with the cops.." If the doorman coopoerates, Thing says, "I'll take this floor, you go up."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
And Caleb manages to show up juuust in that time when the two kids are making it for the elevator, but are stopped by Julian.

He assesses the situation, so asks: "Now, two boys are bolting out of an apartment, messages leave you with more questions than answers, and Jack is in so much trouble... Why?" He commands, soft hint of authority in his voice - Sheila has made him practice that over the years. "Prank gone wrong, or crank call? Care to explain?"

He hears crying, and goes inside, getting a view of what happened. "Prank gone wrong!", he says as he steps in, trying to check for pulse and breathing.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Of course. Blame the abnormal folk. Typical normies. "Roigh', fahck this, Oi'm goin' up." Lurching down, he bolts up the stairs with a feral pace, not bothering with the stairs. He sniffed the air, following the scent of adrenaline and profuse sweat, which helped him narrow down the likely confusing mess of apartment number sequences.

It was then that he skidded to stop by the door way, sucking air through his teeth at the sight. "Aw geez, lil' lad. Alroigh', gimmie space! M' specialty is vehicles, not people, but Oi'll troi m' best!"

He let Caleb get a pulse, and after verifying the guy wasn't breathing, Sma'shaw flipped the sitter over, careful to support the neck, before beginning CPR. Mouth seal, pinched nose, blow, and gentle chest compressions sounding of (given his enhanced strength, he didn't want to cave the guy's rib cage in...).

Julian Keller has posed:
"Well now." Julian says upon spying the man knocked the F-out and Dead. He looks towards JackJack as Caleb goes to check the body out. "Go sit on the couch kid, we'll figure it out. Grab a stuffy or something. Hero's are here to help." Julian's tone softens a little with talking to the scared kid. He remembers being a kid. Mostly. His parents would have likely cuffed him and tell him to suck it up butter cup.

"Dead dead? Or.." Julian shakes his head, this is not how he wanted to spend his evening as he helps roll the baby sitter over. "Know CPR?" He says to Caleb and.. eww gross.. Julian starts CPR. Maybe he's only just mostly dead..?

Nico Minoru has posed:
Double your pleasure, double your fun! Or in this case, double the oxygen through the CPR?

While normally people do end up breaking the sternum when giving CPR, Sma'shaw might notice the babysitter is a bit sturdier than most people. Could it be that he's somehow metahuman?

Julian might notice the same thing when it's his turn to lock lips with the babysitter. Mmm, that's a young girl's yaoi fantasy right there.

Meanwhile, there's little Jackjack. He sniffles as he grabs onto his Superdog plush and continues crying. "I didn't want him to die! It was just supposed to be funny!" he squeaks.

The lights flicker throughout the apartment.

And downstairs too. The light flicker.

Julian Keller has posed:
Blow. Lights flicker. Sit up lights on. Blow. Lights flicker. Is that just coincidence? Probably. But what if blowing into the dead guy causes the lights to flicker. That would be a cool party trick.

Julian tests this air blowing theory and.. it seems they are related and he pauses shocked. But then the lights totally flicker dispelling it. Drat, no cool party tricks. "Come on kid, you are much to young to die to flour to the head!" Super heroes are so dramatic sometimes. Back to the mouth to mouth. Got to try, even if the area is turning into something straight out of a haunting movie with the flickering lights. All we need is flying pots and pans or something.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Sma'shaw scrunches his face a little as he kept up with the chest compression, using his normal range of strength now as he realized this guy was a lot tougher than he expected...which begged the question. "...How's a guy like this, feelin' loike a brick shithouse who can take a punch, get killed boi a bag of flour...? Somethin' ain't roigh' about this."

The lights flicker, and his ears go up. His instincts stir and his teeth bare a little. "...Somethin' else is at play here. Jack-Jack! Keep close kiddo, just in case." Sma'shaw waved the boy over, Superdog plush and all. "Easy now, lad, no tears now, 'roigh? We're gonna get this figured out, Oi know you didn't mean it, and Oi'm gonna help ya th' best Oi can."

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm notifies the AI to scrape his phone, analyze everything, notify people like FF4 media specialists or doctors if it finds anything wortyh; notify team members if appropriate, and has a vehicle sent to him just in case advanced medical care is needful. He then watches the others administer CPR, and if they do it right, he just gets a DNA sample if he gets a whiff of anything not regular human; regardless of WHAT they are, he intends to take them on the vehicle and rush them to advaned medical care unless he is SURE the paramedics can help and will make sure to notify the paramedics where the patient is headed when ready.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"No breathing, no pulse", Caleb says. He goes to the kitchen, grabs a towel and rolls it to cushion the neck and get the sitter's throat cleared.

And that's when he notices the lights flickering - something which wasn't until then.

"Very odd...", something clicks in his mind.

And he decides to check on Jack. Jack, the upset kid.

Don't mutant powers manifest under stressful conditions?

And what conditions are these if not the stressful kind?

Nico Minoru has posed:
Once again sniffling, there's a bit of a nosescrunch as Jackjack heads on over towards Sma'shaw. Of course, Caleb is helping lead the young boy along. Then he cries again, "WAAH!" not really liking the sight of his 'dead' babysitter as he grabs onto Caleb's arm. "I, I don't want to go to jail." he says, his lips sincerely trembling.

And that's when the pair feels it the strongest. A jolt of electricity, something beyond mere static shock, as the lights in the entirety of the building flicker once more.

Meanwhile, downstairs, an ambulance has arrived. A large African American built like a shit brickhouse and a bit smaller Hispanic man show their credentials. It's a private ambulance, and they're told about the incident upstairs.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
Sma'shaw peels himself away from the body, given no reaction or response, and he gently coaxes the kid to look away. Thankfully, he actually had low light vision, in the event the lights went out...but he -definitely- felt that. It was either tied to the tyke's emotional state, or something else was at play.

"Alroigh', hey, look at me now, okay? Ye not goin' ta jail. Let's focus on somethin' else while medical help gets here." The yeen scrunches his face in though as he led the kiddo away from the body...until he saw the plushie! "Oy, who's that in ye arms there, friend? Think you can tell me a bit about 'em?"

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm is gonna defer to the paramedic he called. If he gets upstairs and sees Babysitter or PsuedoBabySitter first, Ben will defer to the first responder...and offer to carry the guy. Elsewise, he inwardly swears at the AI dujor...HERBIE? WEIRDO? So many to keep track of....as it sends an autonmous Ambulance Bot instead of a flying bathtub. Will he EVER learn to use those stupid things right. He definitely does NOT try CPR himself for fear of cracking bones or destroying evidence. Once the Paramedic arrives (or if they do) he DOES scan the whole room with his phone in a wide 360. This might be evidence later and he doesnt mean to hide any of it.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Yee-ouch!", is Caleb's complaint when he feels the jolt of electricity. He yanks his arm, and shakes it. "Jeez..."

He regains his composure, and nods to himself, then to the others gathered, he says, "I think I know the cause of the flickering." He lowers himself by Jack's side, "JackJack... Do the lights flicker when you're upset?"

He hasn't forgotten Julian, looking at the progress to see if he can bring the sitter back.

Julian Keller has posed:
"Yeah," Julian says to Sma'shaw, agreeing to that statement. After a little bit he stops and sits back on his knees. He sighs and takes off his jacket and places it over the dead babysitter's head. "It was like trying to blow a damn balloon up that is made of thick rubber." He shakes his head and rolls up the sleaves of his dress shirt.

"Welp, no possibility for the kid to go to jail, but he's going to be scared for life around this. Probably turn into some vigalante or super villain or something." He rubs at his face and plops down at the floor and looks at the gathering of heros.

"Some heroes we turned out to be. Anyone got people to call to help with containment? I'd call some people, but, they might pick up my phone call." He blinks looking at the door when suddenly the Ambulance people are there already. "Woah! Whoever did that works super fast." He seems impressed. "OVer here guys. NYPD coming up soon or did they get lost on the way?"

Nico Minoru has posed:
The two EMTs look around, taking in the features of the four? (three plus Ben maybe?) heroes that are around. With a curt nod, the bigger of the two, heads on over to stare at the unconscious (and potentially dead?) babysitter. He leans down and checks for a pulse and frowns for a few moments. "DOA." he says, shaking his head, as the other EMT goes on over to gently lift the body onto a stretcher.

A sympathetic smile goes towards Jackjack, as the Hispanic EMT places a hand on his shoulder and massages the boy just a bit. "Go and stay with them, okay? There will be some people to ask you questions later, but it will be fine." he tells the little boy before they start wheeling the body away.

Meanwhile, Jackjack just starts bawling. He feels terrible! OH SO TERRIBLE! And briefly, for a split second, electricity can be seen crackling in his eyes, and all of the electronics our heroes possess, go on the fritz. In addition to killing his babysitter, he just bricked all your phones.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller leans up against the wall as the EMT's enter, bending on leg upwards and watching the EMT's do there thing to rest a hand on it casually. "This hero business sucks." He mutters as he watches the EMTs closely. "Damnit, I'm going to have to stick around for the police on this one, aren't I?" He wines just a little but he's resigned to that, after all he did tell JackJack he wasn't going to go to jail. Maybe the 'rents will come home soon?

"JackJack, what's your parents number, I want to give them a call." Julian asks as he fishes out his phone and pulls up the archaic dialing options ready to punch digits. Then JackJack does his emp thing and fries his phone and Julian just sighs. "Guess we wait." He purses his lips and looks at Caleb. "Actually, you can tell the police what the hell is going on. You look like a responsible fella." He says rising and heading towards a window and opening it to suddenly glow green and fly out.

Sma'shaw Ihaka has posed:
There's a brief flicker in which Sma'shaw's eyes go from sympathetic to sympathetic and utterly -dead- inside as he felt his phone bleep its last bloop and vibrate in a quiet death rattle. He was going to have to go into ANOTHER smartphone store and deal with getting the cops called on him AGAIN. "...A-ahh...that's okay kiddo, let those tears out, ye'? Oi'm sure y' parents will drop boi to ah, talk it over with the authorities, yer gonna be foine."

He hauled the little fella up in his arms, pat-patting the little guy and trying his absolute best to calm the little fella down. He looked -kinda- like a big fluffy dog, so surely he had that going for him.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"W...!", Caleb's about to say something to the EMTs. Maybe Jack, now electric, could use his abilities to kickstart the sitter's heart...

But it's way too risky, isn't it? Besides, it could fry a whole pronounced corpse in a 'hail mary' move, and then what?

But no, it's not alright! Jack feels like crap, and he's a mutant; all odds could be stacked against him right now, given how mutants tend to be seen by the population.

"Jack... It wasn't your fault", Caleb nears, but patting him is not something that he does - gotta be careful, after all. "We're gonna call your parents, and we'll get it sorted out, okay? I know some people who could help."

Maybe it's time to call Mystique...

Nico Minoru has posed:
Poor traumatized Jackjack. He really is scared. He really is, now a center of electricity or at least something on the EM spectrum. He emanates it. Being near him is like licking a 9volt battery the entire time.

But that's not what's important, at least not anymore.

Off in the distance, the EMTs travel with the 'dead body' along the streets of Manhattan. Interestingly enough, they don't stop at Mt. Sinai or any of the other hospitals. Instead, they go all the way to the docks, a place that might be familiar to a few of the heroes familiar with the Help! app.

There, the two take the stretcher out, as the African American grumbles. "We need a restart on the recording bot." he says, calling out to the warehouse.

AS the doors open, a young Asian man, one of the co-founders of the Help! app walks out looking more than a bit annoyed. "So the child is a meta? Is there apt recording?" he wonders, as he takes out a kit and plugs in a wire to a slot in the 'dead babysitter's's neck.

Looking down at his own screen, he grumbles. "The child is of interest, but still too uncontrolled. Maybe we can do something with him later, but of those that showed up, only one of them is really interesting in biometrics. Put a tag and we'll try to get another call out where he's about. You put the teleporter matrix on the child, yeah? We'll activate it in a few hours. Also, next time, call Nicole and Matthew." he tells the pair before they wheel in the 'dead babysitter' to recharge.

A few hours later, the babysitter rises and shakes his head, cursing, "Damn that kid." Oh look, he wasn't dead at all! DUN DUN DUN!