He wakes up to the news that things have all basically fallen apart. Something was happening, countless disappearances reported. David, of course, sent out messages to all of his friends, hoping he'd hear back. Something told him the disappearances weren't people having gone home. No, something else was going on. He quickly built a number of research bots to scour the nets while he prepared a hefty breakfast for himself and his roommate. He sent them scurrying to find that information he needed as he headed out toward work. And he let them bring back information and collate it as he walked outside and saw...

"Well hell," he sighed as he watched a self-driving car boot someone out of it before driving off. With a sigh he moved back inside, shooting a message off to work that he wouldn't be in, and he dropped his work bag back in his apartment. Instead he got his larger medical supply kit, and moved back outside.

Okay, time to head back into the world.

"Hey," he called out to the first person that seemed shocked near him. Could indicate an injury. "Are you okay?"

David might be a healer, but there were plenty of problems out in the city that David couldn't deal with. And with the Alliance calling all forces in, well, it was time for Prodigy to take the scene instead of hiding behind his secret identity. David switched into his Prodigy coat and gear, marked of course with the X-Factor logo that he had taken as his own here, and then he'd popped on his black-and-yellow helmet to hide his face. With that David let his technopathic power spread into the helmet, linking him up with the cameras and processing systems in it to scan for trouble and messages from the Guild.

With that all done Prodigy found a place on a low roof to watch. Once he saw the trouble, this time a window-cleaning gone mad, he moved. While the bot shot bursts of water toward fleeing humans it swung vigorously at them with a squeegee arm. Menacing, no. Problematic, yes. Prodigy sighed, formed a lasso of golden light. Throwing it around a sturdy structure on the roof, he threw himself over the edge of the building. And landed on the ground with the help of the rope without having to do a stupid hero landing. He gathered the rope back and threw it toward the bot, binding it and pulling it aside before it could turn its spray on a nearby person.

"Sorry about them," he said to the person he had spared a soaking. "Clearly no one programmed the idea of civil disobedience without violence. You may wish to step aside."