InFAMOUS: Demons and Saints

Issue #1
"It's been four months since the Beast arrived in New Marais. Zeke told me this new President Cox blamed all Conduits for the Empire Event. He issued some bill, a registration act to help the Conduits, relocating them to a facility out in Nevada. Zeke called it The Farm. Three weeks after I activated the RFI I woke up in Flood Town, thirsty as all hell, swear I drained everything out of a substation before I felt decent enough to get back into the mainland. I found Zeke on his first roof here in New Marais looking over Kuo. She'd apparently woken up before me in the cemetery, met up with Zeke and passed out onto the couch. He says he was afraid to move her. While telling me what's been going on since the Beast died, he says the Militia and the NMPD cleared out what was left of the Ice Gang and the Corrupted, and a few weeks back Military came rolling in and abducted activated Conduits. Zeke says we should go into hiding until we figure out a plan. I already know what I have to do...I just don't know how I'm going to do it." Cole was sitting on the edge of the roof, Kuo still asleep on the couch, her hair blowing as she exhaled. Zeke was downstairs in his newly acquired apartment, tinkering away with what's left of Wolfe's old notes. A few days had passed since he'd awoken from his coma, since then a package arrived. Inside were a few outfits. His old Empire City jacket, a red Reaper hoodie, and a white hodded jacket, white trousers and and oddly familiar undershirt. Then it hit him, the third outfit was a variation of Kessler's old guise. There was a note attacked to his old courier jacket. It read "Good luck, Cole. Stay out of trouble."

Cole went to toss the box when he heard a rustling behind him. He turned to see Lucy sitting up on her elbow, her facial expression showed tiredness, sadness, fear, and an underlying hint of joy.

"Hey MacGrath...you made it here too?" Lucy asked

"Of course I did, where else would I be?" Cole replied

"I don't know...being the hero you are, I'd say the polar opposite from where I was heading." Lucy said, looking away

"What are you talking about, Kuo?" Cole asked

"You know what they say, MacGrath. The lowest circle is home to betrayers and backstabbers..." Lucy said Cole chuckled, put the box down and grabbed her hand "Trust me, Kuo. You aren't going down there. Not yet at least."

Lucy gave a sympathetic look, then flashed to anger "Hey! And what is that supposed to mean?"

Cole smiled "Nothing, Kuo. I'm glad to see you're alright."

Lucy held her head with her right palm "I'm anything but alright, my head is killing me."

Cole nodded "Yeah, my head hurt for a couple days when I woke up. Get some more sleep, we have a lot to talk about tomorrow."

Lucy laid back down and sighed "Thank you, Cole." "

Don't mention it, Kuo." _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ President Cox sat at his desk, a glass of whiskey at the ready, his long white hair, formerly black tailored neatly, shaved at the back to try and give him a more youthful appearance. For the past three months he'd been sweating bullets trying to figure out how to deal with the Conduit problem, he just had to wait for one to present itself. The facility in Nevada had come under attacks from the outside, human rights protesters armed with heavy artillery. Things weren't looking much better on the inside. The personnel purchased from the First Sons were not equipped to deal with that many inhumans at once. Some had powers they couldn't control like the phaser or the teleporter. God forbid the telepath get out. He had let the thought of just lining them up and shooting them grace his mind for a moment, before swatting it away like a house fly. One of the members of the NSA suggested moving the Conduits to a small island off the coast of California. A chunk of land where even if some of the Conduits escaped, they'd have no where to go. On his other plate is the fallout of the monster who rampaged the East coast. Hundreds of thousands are dead, millions upon millions in destruction and relief efforts... he had to do something to quell the people before riots started breaking out. He turned in his chair and peaked out the window to the large crowd of angry mobs outside the gates ready to break it down and hang him by a thread.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in!" he shouted

Entered a woman in her mid thirties. Brown hair, common business suit, skirt. He could see a gun on her holster. She was in Empire City a few weeks before the Event, she nearly drowned when her ship sunk in the harbor, rescued by one of her soldiers. Moya Jones of DARPA. She'd been pleading with him for weeks now to continue the search for Cole MacGrath in New Marais. She had some kinda odd obsession with him he couldn't put his finger on.

"What do you want, Agent Jones?" Cox asked

Moya slapped a manila folder on his desk "Your solution."

He opened the folder, a photo of the backup facility out near Seattle, and the one in Nevada. "What about them?" Cox asked

"You need someone who can handle these Inhumans right? Well you've got two candidates right here." Moya said

Cox looked up from the folder "I only see one of you."

Moya snapped her fingers and another woman, red head, white tank top covered in dirt and grime. The woman was being followed by a little girl.

"Who's this?" Cox asked

"Brooke Augustine of the 54th Regiment. She was in North Carolina when the Beast attacked. She and this little girl are the only survivors." Moya said

"Conduits..." Cox said wiping his brow

"Yes. She can lead the facility in Seattle while I lead the one in Nevada. In six months we can have these Inhumans disciplined and ready for anything. Able to follow any order given to them!" Moya said with confidence in her voice

"I thought you wanted to look for your boyfriend in New Marais." Cox said gulping down the last of his drink

"That...can wait, Mr. President." Moya said

"Fine, Jones. But one fuck up, one little fuck up. And you're being sent to the island with the misfit Conduits." Cox said "And you, Augustine. Stay behind, I have some questions to ask you..."