L. Aldrich You Are Free

L. Aldrich, fire chief of Indy, I sense you today. The new discovery is that you had been the highest fire chief in the country (thus you could chief any city on a whim). This, quietly, had been held by my biological father, George Mayer for years. I get that you, very publicly, were the fire chief for NYC, and you held that position on THE 9/11. It was Q (real name Enrique) who was NYC HOMICIDE detective who haunted you in Indy. His face had been tremendously disfigured when he went into the towers to get the trapped firemen out. These fire "chiefs" (from around the country) were just making fun of a "stupid" Puerto Rican who had so much patriotism toward people who fake fire work so well. They sirened him in and he saved one, but almost got 8 more. Well, the strongest fire ability on the planet belonged to Q. He felt responsible. As soon as Q met me in Indy, his face was normal again. He kept jumping off of the AT&T tower (no equipment/ he had a key because he had done some window cleaning on a rig their). He was trying to commit suicide, but since my brother, Peter, was inside doing national rate hikes, Q went splat and found himself in his bed the next day. Q still uses the ability, but no longer wants to die. I helped him come into form as a FIRE poet. His face started to morph back in the old public library downtown, but it just watched it melt, calmly, and then it returned to normal form. L. Aldrich, I see that you have cords to all of your men. Drop them today and grab your destiny. Get down to Puerto Rico, ASAP.