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...He left here there, and she had a stunned look, so did the first responders standing by, no one had ever heard Dan talk that much, much less express the feelings deep inside. Needless to say, Tanya caught lots of flak for her behavior, her network caught hell, most did blow over within a few weeks, but Tanya felt real doubts within herself. Every time she sat to type up the tale fingers hovered, unable to depress, the screen remained blank, the man’s words echoed, and she’d just feel tired and out of breath. For days this went on, then her editor started breathing fire right down her neck, she felt the pressure, and feared for her job, not yet realizing her old self was wrecked. Because much as she snidely passed him off as a simpleton, just some small town rube, she couldn’t help saying, ‘But is he wrong? Is he immoral in his point-of-view?’ He may have been foolish to strive like this, to fight a battle that couldn’t be won, but to those he saved the man was no fool, had he not shown up they would be undone. Unable to break this impasse within, Tanya decided she should find out more, but how to call a man no one could rule… was not something she’d considered before. Where Dan might show up, nobody could say, and chasing after disasters seemed sick, so she put out word on the internet, and his response wasn’t exactly quick. It was three whole months before he noticed, then two more passed before he would agree to speak with her in some backwoods diner perched two hours outside of the city. But for such a chance she made her way north, though by this time the article was dead, Tanya, however, still needed answers, for peace-of-mind she must hear what he said. He arrived when she was sitting, waiting, sipping coffee in a booth with much chrome, phone cameras snapped when The Hero walked in, he waved sheepishly and just said, “Hello.” Then he spotted her, and strolled on over, as if they were two friends meeting for brunch, his handsome face seemed much softer this time, was much more relaxed, his brows did not bunch. He sat down and seemed different then before, the anger beneath his words was now gone, out of his suit he looked pretty normal, just like some regular, where he belonged. Dan ordered two lumberjack breakfasts then, “Must eat thirty thousand calories a day to maintain the muscle for way I do… you can report that…let’s see what folks say.” CONTINUES IN PART VI.

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Dan the Hero, Part V

...He left here there, and she had a stunned look, so did the first responders standing by, no one had ever heard Dan talk that much, much less express the feelings deep inside. Needless to say, Tanya caught lots of flak for her behavior, her network caught hell, most did blow over within a few weeks, but Tanya felt real doubts within herself. Every time she sat to type up the tale fingers hovered, unable to depress, the screen remained blank, the man’s words echoed, and she’d just feel tired and out of breath. For days this went on, then her editor started breathing fire right down her neck, she felt the pressure, and feared for her job, not yet realizing her old self was wrecked. Because much as she snidely passed him off as a simpleton, just some small town rube, she couldn’t help saying, ‘But is he wrong? Is he immoral in his point-of-view?’ He may have been foolish to strive like this, to fight a battle that couldn’t be won, but to those he saved the man was no fool, had he not shown up they would be undone. Unable to break this impasse within, Tanya decided she should find out more, but how to call a man no one could rule… was not something she’d considered before. Where Dan might show up, nobody could say, and chasing after disasters seemed sick, so she put out word on the internet, and his response wasn’t exactly quick. It was three whole months before he noticed, then two more passed before he would agree to speak with her in some backwoods diner perched two hours outside of the city. But for such a chance she made her way north, though by this time the article was dead, Tanya, however, still needed answers, for peace-of-mind she must hear what he said. He arrived when she was sitting, waiting, sipping coffee in a booth with much chrome, phone cameras snapped when The Hero walked in, he waved sheepishly and just said, “Hello.” Then he spotted her, and strolled on over, as if they were two friends meeting for brunch, his handsome face seemed much softer this time, was much more relaxed, his brows did not bunch. He sat down and seemed different then before, the anger beneath his words was now gone, out of his suit he looked pretty normal, just like some regular, where he belonged. Dan ordered two lumberjack breakfasts then, “Must eat thirty thousand calories a day to maintain the muscle for way I do… you can report that…let’s see what folks say.” CONTINUES IN PART VI.