After saving the world but losing the girl in this thread, Bob X–the erstwhile slacker with the powers of John Byrne’s Superman–decided to get organized about superheroing. That means hiring a support staff: lawyers, investigators, technical advisors, etc. You’ve taken a job with this crew as a shift leader. Your duties include sorting through distress calls–ensuring planes about to crash get prioritized over ferries about to sink, deciding whether a sinking ferry is more urgent than an erupting volcano, and so forth. You and Bob have gotten to be best friends.
As our story opens, a hapless oceanographer has awakened a gigantic, flame-spitting dragon that had been sleeping in the Caspian Sea since Hector was a pup. Said wyrm has reached the mainland, laid down the smack on the Iranian army, and is now flying toward Tehran with murderous intent. An hour ago, you summoned Bob from a lunar research mission; he’ll intercept the dragon about sixty seconds before it’s projected to reach Tehran. You’ve used the last hour to work out a strategy for the battle, and while you’re confident that Bob can win, he’ll have to bring his A game.
Just then you get another distress call. “Bobby, help!” a teenage girl says in a panicked whisper. “Some psycho’s shooting up the school! He’s coming this way! Hurry!”
The terrified caller is Lynn, the thirteen-year-old daughter of Penelope, whose life Bob failed to save in the linked thread; Bob adopted her after her mother’s death, five years back. (That’s why he’s no longer a slacker; now he’s the superhero daddy.) Bob loves Lynn more than superheroing, more than ice cream, more than breathing. Ordinarily (and uniquely) her calls go straight to him, but as he began the day on Luna, everything’s being routed to your desk. In two seconds you confirm that there have been shots fired at her school; the police are five minutes away. A quick calculation tells you, at Bob’s maximum atmospheric velocity, rushing to Lynn’s rescue will give the dragon at least ten minutes uninterrupted rampaging time.
Now you’ve seen Bob in sadistic choice situations before. A year earlier, he postponed the rescue of a Steve Fossett-type daredevil to save his boyfriend from a mugging; as a result of the delay, the millionaire playboy and two of his companions got eaten by sharks. Bob might choose differently in this situation, but you wouldn’t bet on it. Whatever decision he makes, you know he’ll be stricken–maybe overwhelmed–with guilt.
Lynn’s on the line, crying. You can hear automatic weapons fire in the background; it seems to be getting closer. You can contact Bob with the press of a button. Do you send him to her rescue, or wait until he’s slain the dragon and hope she survives without him?