>>6040466"Well, Gamorra Island has a dark history." Lois looked up, and you gulped nervously but continued: "It was once ruled by Kaizen Gamorra, who conducted horrific cybernetic experiments and waged terrorist campaigns. The island's inhabitants, even after liberation, carry the trauma and stigma of those times. Edge could be exploiting that history. By targeting the Gamorran refugees, he might be trying to stir up fear and exploit their desperation."
"That makes sense," Lois affirmed, her eyes bright with determination and respect. "The Daily Planet has been on Edge’s tail for years, even before his Intergang connections came to light. But this? This is a new angle we can use. We need concrete proof of his connections and illegal activities, especially how and why he's manipulating the refugee crisis."
"You know," you said slowly, "there's another factor. An unusual number of Gamorrans are metahumans. Many have genetic mutations that give them super-human abilities—some activated under harsh conditions on the island."
You couldn't help but reflect on your own lack of powers. Growing up among those with extraordinary abilities always made you feel somewhat... ordinary. Your strength was in your heart and mind, but seeing those like Jon wield such power sometimes reminded you of how small you could feel.
"That's true," Lois replied, pacing the room. "If Edge is targeting the Gamorran refugees, it could be for recruiting purposes. Imagine the leverage he'd have with an army of metas at his disposal." She flipped through some files, her eyes narrowing. "Or worse, trafficking. Selling meta abilities to the highest bidder. Weaponizing those powers for his own gain."
The room fell into a heavy silence as the gravity of the situation sunk in. Options swirled in your mind, each presenting its own set of risks and rewards. You knew every step had to be calculated, precise, and driven by both logic and bravery.
