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“We can keep beating about the bush or you can tell me the real reason why I'm here.”
                  Anansi leaned forward, his head angled so that the light cast shadows across his eyes and gave the woman his most evil grin. “And if you don't want to play, I'll up and leave, and I'll kill everyone I meet on the way out.”
                  The statement got exactly the reaction he wanted from her. She looked back to the one way glass with a nervous look on her face. He saw her mouth “Can he do that?” in the reflection. When no response came, she turned back around to face him. Gone was her calm exterior, replaced with barely controlled irritation. A spark of electricity arced from her fingers, something she didn't seem to notice.
                  “As you may know, President Reese did not have a high regard for supers of either variety. He did not believe that people should possess that amount of power.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “President Andrews holds much the same beliefs, but is willing to accept that supers are a fact of modern life and is willing to work with them. He asked us to find you and enlist you to assist in a matter of not only national security, but that of the world, and to coerce you, offer you a full pardon.” Anansi raised an eyebrow and sat up, listening intently.
                  “Two weeks ago, Agent Lockheart, better known as Archangel, went AWOL and stole the first part of a classified prototype chemical agent, SX-203. We believe he is attempting to collect the other three parts to complete the agent and deploy it in the United States. SX-203 is a volatile agent which has the capability of creating superpowers in approximately seventy percent of people exposed and remains on the skin, effectively making it contagious by contact. If deployed, it could spread across the world within days.”
                  “So it makes nearly everyone supers. I can see a few problems with that, but I don't see how this makes it an end of the world scenario.”
                  “In the third who do not gain powers, eighty-five percent die from spontaneous cancerous growth in their heart and lungs within a week. In the two thirds that do, the likelihood of this is only fifteen percent, but the likelihood of power degeneration and madness or death is approximately fifty percent, with actual percentages varying by class, greater chances for higher classes. Imagine the damage that could be caused by a Class four Blaster spontaneously detonating because they lost control of their powers.”
                  Anansi considered it. A Class four was no joke. Given the situation she was proposing, it could be as bad as detonating a large Fuel Air Explosive. Odds are it wouldn't be just one. And following that same odds, it would probably happen in a major population area. While Anansi had for many years been in favor of population reduction, he had never thought to do it actively. Well, not planned to, at least. Considering it because people were idiots and didn't know it and actually taking steps to follow through were two different things.
                  “So, the question is why are you reaching out to me to stop Archangel? Why not go after him yourself?” He tried crossing his arms and was brought up short by the handcuffs, so he put his hands back on the table. “Why not enlist the aid of one of the many super teams that are actually legal in America?”
                  “Because the President wants to keep this under wraps as much as possible. If news that Archangel has gone rogue or that SX-203 exists get leaked, it could jeopardize the nation's standing in the world. Archangel is the only Class Four super currently on direct government payroll, and while the loss is significant, people knowing it would be a political nightmare. Also, out of any fights Archangel has ever had, the