Who: Thor (narrative) What: Overworked and Underpaid When: June 3, morning Where: his apartment in the city Warnings: none
Shane sat on his bed, slowly getting ready for work. His room was a mess, but that was par for the course right now since it matched his life, his job, his world. He could hardly believe the news lately, all the hype about this new law they were trying to push through. The UN was up in arms over it, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was what it would take to get the UN to officially say that being a mutant put one in a category that made one vulnerable to human right's abuses.
There was a time when he would have been confidant that would be the case.
Now he was confident in nothing.
Not when the US was the one creating the law in the first place. Where would mutant refugees who were US citizens go? Canada? Maybe. If Canada would take them. But would it risk the political fall out? Would anyone?
It had been two weeks since he'd brought Kira back here and had the best night of his life. How sad was it that a one-off was the best night of his life? He'd gone back to that bar, hoping to run into her, but nothing. No trace. She'd never come back, the bartender didn't know her. She obviously hadn't wanted to see him again. Which bothered him. Bothered him more.
Not feeling all that well, he finally levered himself out of bed and dressed for work, not looking forward to it, to the stress of it, to the power plays that he knew he'd be facing. Still, he couldn't call in sick. There was too much to do. And he was only feeling a little bit under the weather.