Limited Press Conference

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Ban Bean

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Beatrice didn’t feel like herself, but she didn’t mind. That was the point. What she was doing was a little personal, and it would certainly be controversial. She wanted to distance herself from it, even if it had to be done. Besides, she could hardly make a professional appearance looking how she normally did. She was eighteen, certainly too young to look like a CEO. Looking normal would garner some level of respect.

Bea had taken off the nose ring and left off the black lipstick, and foregone her usual combat boots. Instead, she was wearing a modest blouse, a knee-length houndstooth skirt and flats. Solid tights covered the ugly scar in her calf. Her arm, still practically useless, rested in a sling. A lot of the bruising had faded, but she still utilized concealer on what remained.

“We’re ready for you, Ms. Waters.” An assistant said. “If you’re sure…”

“Thank you.”
Beatrice said ignoring his concern, and took a deep breath, curling her fingers around the folder in her hands, before stepping outside onto the steps to face the cameras, reporters and crowd. As much as she’d like to keep this under wraps, the public deserved to know. Her project demanded accountability. She approached the podium and spoke into the microphone.

“First of all, let me thank you all for coming…My name is Beatrice Waters. I’m CEO of Waters Pharmaceuticals.”
Beatrice paused for a moment, and continued. “I’ve resided in Pittsburgh a short while, and unfortunately in this short time it has come to my attention that this city faces a pressing issue, namely Metahumans…It is not my desire to generalize a population, and I will not do so. I’m sure there are outstanding and fine metas out there…in the same vein it cannot be denied that many of Pittsburgh's citizens who do not have powers, find themselves at the mercy of a metahuman who wishes them harm. I’ve met people who have lost property, life and limb because the police are unequipped to deal with such threats.”

It was strange, commanding this much attention. Having people listen to what she was saying. Most of the reporters were hastily recording her every word.

“To help combat metahuman crime, it is my great pleasure to announce that Waters Pharmaceuticals has, at this moment, started to research, and then hopefully manufacture, a cure that would be effective on metahumans who uses their powers to cause harm. Our research at this time is using the DNA samples of consenting metahumans, who at this time wishes to remain anonymous for their safety and privacy. Our goal is to make Pittsburgh, and this country, safe for metas and non-metas alike.”

Beatrice set her folder aside, and adressed the crowd more fully, “I’ll be taking questions at this time.”
 
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When Sam had initially decided to go to this announcement, she hadn’t anticipated having to go as an advocate for Metamorphosis. She had just wanted to go to support Beatrice and to check in on how the girl was doing. After all, she had been the one to help her with her leg. It was only natural she would be concerned for her well-being. She’d been surprised by the fact that the girl Todd had rescued, and she had helped, was actually the CEO of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in Pittsburgh.

What she hadn’t expected was the announcement of a cure. Even the idea of such a thing, even the idea of a cure, made something under her skin burn. She felt her heat rising up to the surface. With a deep breath, she dampened it, burying it down deep. It would serve no purpose here. She controlled her anger, her heat, not the other way around. Her eyes flashed as she stepped up to the front, near the reporters. There were questions flying and microphones being held aloft. Sam didn’t need anything to get in there and make herself heard, however.

In the same voice that she used to call across the gym, her voice carried sharply above the din. “Sam Walsh, here on behalf of Metamorphosis. Your statement is all well and good, but you sound no better than a police officer with a thinly veiled bias. Tell me, how can you even say that such a thing will only be used on criminals? Can you guarantee that it won’t be used against law-abiding metas? Or what about metas who are only trying to help others?”
 
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