The Next Generation of Marvel Heroes

Stephanie Shaw had been an extremely busy woman lately, between her engagement to Marcelo, her reintroduction into the halls of power at Shaw Industries and the newfound reemergence of the Hellfire Club, her summer had not been much of the break that most students could expect. It was fortunate indeed that she had only a fraction of the sleep requirements of an ordinary person. But she had been extremely troubled about the most recent news she'd heard. The same psychopath who had brutalized her had somehow got ahold of her list of mutant-friendly employers and had already murdered one of them. She suspected that he would continue working up the list. She'd already alerted Marcelo and had almost immediately thereafter gone to Sweating Bullets as fast as she could.

There were a few things she needed to speak to Viveca about. One was an immediate matter of life and death, the other merely a potential matter of life and death. Both very important and not particularly good news. She'd fired off a text to Viveca on her way, the driver being under directions not to waste time.

I need to talk to you immediately. Urgent.

Hopefully Viveca got the text before Stephanie arrived, though it wouldn't matter much. She was going in there, and if she had to tell her the news with a customer in the room, she'd do it. Confidentiality was ideal, naturally, but it was more important that Viveca know than that others didn't. She couldn't claim they were close, exactly, but they'd developed a mutual respect that had occasionally threatened to bubble over into actual friendship.

It would be interesting finding out how Viveca took the newest developments.