I did not sleep well I had a bodyguard next to me who had offered to kill my grandmother. She was a physical super with more than likely super strength and would be able to tear me in half in a instant if I gave her cause. A lot of superpowered people were joining cults and various organisations. A lot of these organisations viewed non super powered people as disposable.

I tried desperately to remember the stories I had heard about it. Several had harems of hundreds of young women and there had been a number of scandals about newly turned supers leaving their families and basically having sex with anything that moved. Several supers had been attacked by annoyed husbands and fathers of women they had brought into their cult like followings.

Looking at O'Brien whose helmet was up I decided to poach the subject. “So what is up with the multiple wives rules you guys have?” O'Brien armour kept her voice computer like. “Its all superiors people like yourself and me job to increase the number of the blessed. That means you must strive to bear children. Luckily you are not from a area polluted from fracking like me. A lot of men from area's with leakage can not even have sex and a lot more are not inclined towards females.”

“Wait I knew fracking caused men impotence but can it make you gay as well?”

“There was a it was the cure for the scabs and teeth falling out. Weatherwoman paid for treatment for everyone with the condition they have their chemical levels adjusted. For a lot of people it was a choice of either watch their children's hair fall out or let them be chemically altered. ”

O'Brien helmet vanished and she grinned “These days you would have to be trying to poison everyone but back before the right technology came it was a game of dice. There were three million oil holes dug pre the super era. Even if 0.1 percent go wrong its a lot that is where you come along. That is what my boss Jake says anyway. Personally I plan on buying a oil well myself. Of course I am not living anywhere near it. My family have suffered enough from pollution.”

The door opened and I found myself face to face with a young looking man dressed in a suit and tie. The man nodded “I am Jake Collet O'Brien boss. There has been a flood and they are worried about water contamination so they are offering top dollar for a few days work. I have a plane waiting you can video chat with your grandma on the plane.”

I blinked “Wait my power its not ready yet”

“They are rich arseholes who built mansions on a flood plane and poured enough concrete on the place no rain water can seep into the ground. Now they are worried that a old fracking mine might be flooded. You just have to show up and they will be all over you to take pictures. This is a cake run a cake run that pays five times the normal fee for a level D. If you do well this can pay enough to get you healer treatments I know a decent healer who wants to go private.”

I nodded and got up groaning. Jake chuckled had Collet O'Brien pick me up like a rag doll and bring me to the roof. The building we were in had seen better days. The stairs had stains all over them and sign that someone had added quick concrete on them to patch cracks. The roof was worse the patches were bigger it looked like part of the roof had fallen in.

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Jake looked at the flying box that arrived with destain “Lawyers they all should be shot. I used to have one of those private jets the ones with the attractive stewardess the ones with the short skirts and loose morals. Lets just say I used to have a lot of naked fun in my jet. Unfortunately after the lawyers started suing everyone they used pictures of executives private planes to get the jury upset. Oh you and yours starved and the fancy executives were eating cake off their high paid hookers asses.

So now I have to fly in a block with a seat that doubles as a toilet. Anyway lets go we have to get their before the competition finds a interesting dancer slash stripper with the power to use positive power of belief to alter reality. Of course the dancer can only use her power to alter reality its just that it would take her a billion years to decontaminate a cup of water and that's with her giggling her bits non stop.”

The side of the flying box opened and Jake cursed again “I hope every lawyer gets cancer I really do take a look they left the toilet seats in. ” Jake tapped his phone and the image of a older woman appeared on the side to the flying box. Her voice came out resigned “Be a man Jake you know we had to buy American and if we take out the seats the lawyers could use it against us in court. ”

“But Janet” Jake's voice was a whine.

“No but Janet. The poorer countries are suing again. We had Weatherwoman to block them. But now the knives are coming out. They want damages for global warming. We did not pollute that much but we lost more than half our population. If they do not get damages they are saying they are going to buy Chinese goods. Without Weatherwoman pumping billions into technology development how long before we fall behind again? Remember the electric cars. We need to prepare in case they decide to push a couple of scape goats out”

Jake looked dejected and motioned for O Brien to stick me in the chair of the flying machine. There were two chairs and I noticed a panel with buttons both seats had a toilet button. I looked at O Brien who was laughing and at Jake who was still trying to get Janet to take out the toilets. Janet voice was firm “No and no again now listen here. Weatherwoman was the reason we have the hero programme and basic health care. With her gone so are both of them so get your ass in your chair and start talking to possibly your only paying client.”

Jake got in the other side of the flying box and the other door closed. Janet appeared on what I thought was a windscreen.

Janet snorted “So deal time boy what do you want?”

“I want enough cash to try and pay the fees to increase the chance of my power. Then I want to buy my own farm.”

Janet glared at Jake “Why could you not be that smart? There is plenty of farming land that was turned into a toxic wasteland by spilled chemicals. Then there is the land damaged by superhero fighting and the odd unusual power.”

I nodded “Yes what I want is a farm in the centre of a disaster. That way the land around it will be cheap and my land tax bill almost nothing.”

Janet glared at Jake “See smart that is smart unlike you this young man has a brain in his head. Max you do not need to pay taxes when we buy the land we will get a hundred year tax exemption. So all that remains is to talk about Jake and my fee.”

Janet glared at Jake harder this time. “We and by we I mean one of our main investors Jake's parents bought a area of land where everything seemed to good to be true. It turns out the mild damage to the environment due to a chemical spill was not as benign as we thought. Somebody dumped a bunch of nuclear waste in what should have been just a fracking waste water hole. As the oil company has gone out of business Jake's parents are left with a rather large problem. So we help you out pay for bodyguards and when your stronger you clear the nuclear waste hole.”

Jake looked at me “Its not that bad I mean sure its nuclear waste but its miles under ground”

Janet voice was like ice “There was a coal mine nearby where they sealed the mine with a tree stump. We are having to look for other ways the water can come out and had to block three of them so far three. ”

I looked at Janet “You help me upgrade my powers and we have a deal. I will spend a few months helping you out”