1st Cut -- [Audio | Cellphone] -- [Forward-dated to around 3:00am on the 4th]

[twopercent]

[Somewhere in a suburban neighborhood, there's two loud gunshots, one right after the other.]

[Less than five minutes after that (for those that might have heard it), there's a comment on the network -- and for those receiving voice, Jack sounds on edge. What the hell. If he's lost it, then maybe he should just give in and join the rest of the crazy crew.]

Some of you were talking about strange animals? If anyone's awake out there, you might want to check your doors and windows. All of them.

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[struckout]

[ Naturally, she pauses. She remembers talking to Elle, and the way she suggested as well that she didn't have to give her real name. It was there that she went ahead and offered what appears on her driver's license and all, but here on this network... ]

... Lightning.

[ In that vision she'd had, that memory that wasn't hers, that was what the man had called her in his anger. She doesn't know him, doesn't know why he'd used it... but it seems appropriate all the same regardless of the obvious kind of 'code name' quality.

If she has to go by something else here, it may as well fit the ability that accompanied the number allowing her access... right? ]

[twopercent]

[If it was Lightning BOLT, Jack might have had another strange memory dropped onto him... but for now, Lightning it is, then.]

Lightning.... Good to meet you. And... sorry if I woke you up. [That happened an awful lot here.]

[struckout]

Hard to sleep anyway... don't worry about it.

[ There's a shrug built into her tone, but it's practically impossible to tell exactly what emotion might be behind the answer. It's true though, whatever else it might be... ]