Presidential Candidates

Capitol Building.

The fan-shaped chamber was bright and spacious, with well-groomed legislators in suits filing in and taking their seats.

Some had Mind Disruptors attached directly to their necks, clinging tightly to their skin. These were Mind Disruptors He-El had improved once more; they could lock onto the human body's magnetic field, keeping themselves firmly attached to the skin and making them difficult to dislodge.

This prevented Loki's Mind Control from taking hold of them again should a Mind Disruptor accidentally fall off.

Congressman Andreas Waxman of Pennsylvania was portly and paunchy. He enjoyed considerable prestige in political circles and was one of the few legislators who genuinely fought for the interests of the people who had elected him.

"Congressman Waxman, please do not be nervous. We are protecting your safety. Just follow the normal congressional procedures."

A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's reassurance came through his earpiece. Andreas Waxman cursed inwardly. You say it's not dangerous, so it isn't dangerous?

For God's sake, over ninety-five percent of the legislators in the entire Capitol Building have been subjected to Mind Control. What the hell are you protecting?

If not for the need to maintain stability, and for He-El's presidential bid and his promise to bring stability and benefits to Pennsylvania while solving its massive unemployment problem, Andreas Waxman would have packed up and fled back to Pennsylvania the moment he regained his senses.

But because He-El was going to solve Pennsylvania's problems, he was unwilling to simply run away. Even if he had to die, he would die fighting for Pennsylvania's interests.

"Protect me? I hope you can actually do it."

Andreas Waxman gritted his teeth, repeatedly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a checkered handkerchief. Even though the Capitol Building's air conditioning was cold enough, it could not ease his