Hey folks,

I don’t know if you happened to catch the news in the last 24 hours, but it’s been a hell of a day for me.

When I was seconded to the WatchTower in NYC on the Indigo project, I thought it would be a great chance to test all the work I’d been doing for the past couple of years, and be a bit closer to you guys. I didn’t really go in for the whole “costumed hero” thing that seems to go along with being in the WatchTower. Policing exotics seemed like something other exotics should be doing, not me.

The first week or so was much as I expected – I spent most of my time ensuring the suit I designed worked correctly (I know Mom finds it hard to believe, but yes I can disappear and reappear instantly somewhere else miles away). I tried to avoid getting involved in any combat, which is pretty scary when the guys swinging punches can lift a tank with their bare hands.

And then along came Ocean – at least that’s what he called himself. He had control over all the oceans, and he moved every speck of pollutant, garbage and man-made filth onto the coasts of the world, making a statement about how dumping in the ocean was bad for the ecosystems there.

Of course, this left us with millions of tons of crap on the beaches. I was able to help the team here get to Ocean and capture him, and we convinced him to help us get rid of all the pollutants into space, using the technology I used in my suit.

It was only when we started working on that goal that I started to understand why exotics choose to work for WatchTower, and choose that life in the public eye. I’d never felt such a buzz or so alive as when we built the scoop to take all that garbage and help clean up the planet.

I’m still on a high from it, even though I know I may lose my job and potentially go to prison – I’m hoping it won’t come to that of course. Have you seen the Hudson?! So clean you can see the riverbed. The TV just keeps showing people standing looking at the water because they’ve never seen it like that before.

On a sadder note, I do feel terrible for the people who died as we did this – Ocean used his powers and some 200 people got caught in the wash. If I get the opportunity, I’d like to express my sympathies to their families – I know I’d be devastated if any of our family had been killed.

Overall, if I get the opportunity, I want to keep at this – helping people on such a scale is something I never thought was achievable. Could we use this sort of technology for solving the world’s pollution problems? I don’t know, but I do know I want to keep helping.

I love you both, and miss you.

Jason.

Today I reached an impasse. What am I?

Am I the hero, the leader, the person able to change the world?

Am I the employee, the follower, in servitude but protected?

Am I the priest, the moral barometer of my flock?

Today a new menace threatened not just New York, but instead the entire world. Mandates I thought existed were breached, first by Watchtower, and then by ourselves to prevent further destruction. International boundaries were ignored by Jack to the sole purpose of capturing Ocean (some sort of water controller). I questioned it at the time, but I went and did as told. I was an employee

In watchtower we questioned Ocean. We found out his beliefs and his reasons for endangering millions with waste on beaches. I can’t say I agreed with his methods, but I can understand his motives. I think Yellowfist found a kindred spirit in him.

Discussions turned to Oceans punishment. It seemed he was going to be shipped off to Fortress, but there was nothing being done about the damage and then the team had an idea. It sounds simple really, take the technology of Indigos suit, magnify the effect and create a hole into space to teleport the pollution towards the sun.

We did it. We didn’t solve world hunger or the continuing pollution problems, but this one thing we fixed. We tried with best intentions to save the world. I was a hero

This evening, we faced Watchtower as heroes. That which we were employed to be. Instead we were reminded that we are employees. Politics and legislation seem more important than the potential damage and risk to the world. I understand people died because of our efforts. I will pray for their souls. I cannot save every life, I can only save as many as I can. If I fail God in this then I must face that on my judgement day, but I have to believe I did what was best.

Tonight I am a priest. I gauge the moral barometer of my flock. I find Watchtower wanting.

I’m at an impasse. What do I do?

– From the journals of Fr. Julian Devon