After a devastating terror attack shocks the city of New York, Versia Ikakala watches on his television the aftermath of the attack. His cell phone blows up as the bomb that went off and killed 700 people was supposed to be in the possession of him and his friends. That’s a massive blunder. Versia is a Psychic, a group of humans blessed with many abilities by an ancient alien metal called “Psychanium.”
In another location, Isazisi Irving, also a Psychic, and the leader of Providence, an international Psychic-led intelligence organization tasked with handling existential and extraterrestrial threats watches on television from his office as a bomb created by his organization was used in the worst terror attack on U.S. soil in decades. His phone vibrates as every world leader with his number wants answers. He, of course, doesn’t have them. Probably not the best time to be the director of the self-proclaimed “most-resourced intelligence agency on the planet.” Versia and Isazisi know New York won’t be the last attack, and they, along with the other Psychics must make their next move.
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That’s only the first third of it, but I think it’s enough.
At first glance I read that top line as “Psychic Slut”.
That might have been a better story…