Meanwhile with Numberman...
"My stocks! My numbers! What is going on! What do they mean!"
Uuuugh, why must inspiration strike when these hands are so shit at writing?
Too late now, don't wanna just delete all of it.
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I gave the door two sharp knocks, careful not to create more indents on the wood.
"Come in"
"Number man have... you made any progress?"
The man in question was sitting on a office chair in front of a vast wall filled with numbers, maps and charts.
"Not really, no." Replied the man. He was a far bit from his usual self. Dressed in a dress shirt with its arms rolled up, his shoes discarded on the floor and his feet resting on a small table he had brought into his office.
"So you can't tell were the parahuman interference is coming from? I'm sorry for insisting but Contessa has said that the area has become very significant to holding society together after the fact." I walked up to him. His gaze didn't leave the wall.
"I am aware"
"Can't you find any-"
"There isn't any"
"...I'm sorry?"
"There is no interference, parahuman or otherwise that is any way, shape or form altering the economy of Brockton bay." He rose up from his seat.
"I have looked across the entire economy, compared the current trends to the prediction Contessa gave me. A significant boom in cash flow and growth, far exceeding the projected growth, which would have been a decline if you looked at previous years, that would occurs naturally."
"So someone-"
"But that has the simple explanation of the black market in the area shrinking and the money being pumped into the legitimate venues. In just a few years it is quite possible that Brockton bay, the Cape capital of the US, one of the cities we projected to be the best for the new parahuman feudal system based on its weakness and unhappiness, will become the economic crown jewelle of the East coast with the highest wealth per capita in the US. and it all makes complete sense. There is no hole, no sign of interference, unnatural stimuli or artificial improvement."
I took a few moments to wait and see if he had anything more to say before asking. "So... no capes? Watchdog hasn't been missing something?"
He have a sigh. "No, alexandria, there is nothing. The ENE's illusive duo are not manipulating the economy."
"Ok, thanks." I made my way out but stopped at the door. "Just... how is this possible? If they aren't using a power then, how?"
"That is what I'm trying to understand myself. It all checks out. Anyone could have caused it. Just, pushed over the right domino brick at the right place at the right time to cause maximum effect. Not that that is illegal, I checked for you, the report is on your desk."
"Thanks."
I closed the door.
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Don't read it, it's awful!