Tag's secret Cape power was attracting bombs all along.....
Why does that sound like the premise of a crappy TagxBakuda fic?
James Tagg's secret power
James Tagg sat behind his desk a late evening. He had to do overtime again. Normally he would have had gone home this late. However ever since Ungodly Hour, power shifts has become drastic enough that the whole USA has been affected.
It was ironic. Many had ridiculed Director Piggot's decisions to postpone the most recent problems only to get caught in them as the band-aids creates more problems than what would have happened.
People found themselves caught by surprise by 4-16 North East Blackout and have been postponing problems since then. Then they got caught in surprisingly good timed attacks and coordinated disasters, whose architect only revealed themselves on Tuesday evening. They found themselves out matched and requesting support, only that they were one part of many that requested it. Creating even more problems.
So many problems could have been solved before it become critical if only people talked more with each other. Especially parahumans, a normal human caught in a situation would try to deescalate. A parahuman would try to 'solve' it by using their powers. To not considerate others position or situation.
Too many times had he been called too hard, too inconsiderate because he refused to bow to criminal scum and took a hard stance against them. He knew his view of criminals, desperate people and villains was because of his time in the army. He had been one of many who had responded to Lausanne, and Simurgh's first appearance.
The following two years was gunning down all problem makers, ziz bombs and scum. They couldn't rehabilitate the captured victims. It has been proven that they would only play nice until the right moment and then they would cause as much damage as possible.
It had been too many times could a problem been solved if one took direct action. As he climbed through the ranks he solved all problems that came against him. He found his love of his life during that time. He and his wife had two beautiful daughters. They were the most beautiful ones he had ever seen. He and Amanda had quite a bit of a problem to chase away women that kept showing up despite his marriage. Though it was fortunate his wife was so understanding his problem. Many wouldn't be.
Amanda had protested that he shouldn't have to do containment duty. She had said that he had changed since then and not for the better. That he should have requested for an another task or enlistment. He had disagreed, his work makes so that their daughters can grow up in peace. A world without the insanity that one has to do in the name of war. A war that is being sieged against humanity. A invisible war for food, resources, metals and infrastructure. Because of dangerous warlords of grand delusions and Endbringers.
Though he hadn't disagreed on his change for worse. He had problems sleeping and PTSD. Sure, he managed to head off any personal disasters but issues is not just solved because one knows of the problem. It would take took time and effort to go on therapy, both of which he felt he didn't have time do to.
In retrospect it was foolish to wait until he got therapy. He alienated many people because of those issues. Since then he had taken time to do therapy, doing many intro-spectrum training to be sensitive to his own consciousness. It even helped against minor stranger- and master powers. It made him unfortunate aware of his faults too. So it wasn't like he was blind to his faults. He knew what he was good at and what he had to concentrate to be better at. He had even recommended his form of therapy to others but the majority didn't like owning up their faults.
He finished his documents and packed away his things. He took time to get ready. His wife had her friends to be with tonight so it wasn't like he had someone waiting on him back home. In the mirror a forty year old man with black hair looked back at him with tired heavily lined eyes and thick eyebrows.
Suddenly his door was knocked on before a lady in a black suit entered. It wasn't a standard PRT uniform, it was a mix of a militaristic and a formal suit.
"Director Tagg. I'm Anne Frank. Remember when you asked for a MRI scan if you could trigger in line of duty? Yes, looks like you've already done that."
"Wh-?" He caught himself before his mouth fell open.
"Our thinkers has confirmed that your power is a mix of shaker and master power. It just takes a certain amount of time to ramp up." She continued like it wasn't something impossible.
"But, but-", he tried to get a word in.
"Here are your power set in detail and the proof." She handed him a lenghty compendium. "Long story short, your power is a 'bomb attractor.'"
She actually smiled a bit when she said the last two words. Only it wasn't very funny.
"Maybe you have noticed all these kinds of bombs that have been swinging your way. First it was only mastered victims, then bombshells both literally and figuratively. Until your most recent suitor in Brockton Bay, it has gone unnoticed at exactly what scale it has been working on." Then she flicks to the next image, a certain bomber in Brockton's Bay showing her latest demand for PRT.
"'1 Director James Tagg per 794 hostages.' Is that what triggered it?"
"In a way," she continued to show pictures, "this one is much more concerning."
A picture on Simurgh with a sign 'If Director James Tagg x Simurgh then no more attacks. Forever.' in bold text, and wasn't that an extremely bad omen to be part of.
"Shit. What is my options?"
"It has been decided that you will be recycled. Surely can satisfy both Bakuda and Simurgh simultaneously. Bakuda's confidence took a hit because of Lady Khepri, but I'm sure that she'll do what ever it will take to be in your good grace. Just as Simurgh knows that she isn't in humanity's good standing so she will most likely accept to be part of your harem."
His mouth went dry. Harem. Harem. Harem. Shit.
"You and your family will be compensated of course." Her eyes most definitely had mirth in them now.
"A few thinker groups decided to check if your wife had hard feelings and they revealed that this is something she has hots for." Her eyes most positively radiated with mirth.
"Amanda Tagg, Bakuda Tagg and Simmy Tagg. When will you marry the latter two? Do not worry the USA's government, DARPA, DHS, DIA, DOD, DOE, FBI, INR, ISR, NRO, NGA, NSA, ONI, TFI, USSS and PRT will help you to get your marriage in order."
"Congratulations." Her eyes shone with delight. She was definitely laughing at him.