The stock market, Nuclear Power had learned, was a good place to keep an eye on things. It was a useful public tool that often told her how old and new “friends” alike were doing. She could have just as easily stayed in and found all the information on the internet or CNN. Except staying in was the last thing she had wanted to do. The last two days had been a never ending series of conference calls, reports and annoyances that seemed to come from all sides.
Getting out had helped a little. The hustle and bustle of Wall Street was a welcome distraction. It didn’t completely banish the nagging voice in the back of her head, the voice that had settled in the back of her mind since she had arrived and would not let up. Something was going to blow. She could feel it. And as much as it made her want to run it also compelled her to stay.
Ugh. Things were in a word, fucked up.
As she continued to make her way down the street she felt it - a presence that was somehow familiar and not. It was also old, far older then any of her group. Looking up Nuclear Power had no trouble spotting the goddess coming down the street followed by a small string of chaos. Oh boy.