The water tended to get thicker when you dove further beneath the depths of the vast ocean of Whiskey, Scotch, Bourbon, Tequila, and Vodka in a bottle. One either sank, or floated... you never swam in that salty water. Adrift at liquor, you could send a message in the bottle, but cut off, and alone, the bottle would simply bob, and tumble along the waves with you, and your note inside. "Heh... ain't that some shitty poetic versing from a man... glass in hand, and kidney rot a decade out." With a dry chuckle, Jason "Bass" Kitcher swirls the contents of his glass slowly, and takes a very long drag from his cigarrete, halving it in one motion. As he exhales it, he takes that hand, and slowly cuts through the thick mist like a knife. The people in the Diner still watching him... thinking him not to be normal. Which was much closer to the truth than they realized.
He was one of few. An Ascended. Humans who'd gained the use of the majority of their brain, not necessarily all of it, granting themselves fantastic powers over matter, the elements, and even energy. No one really understood it completely, but certain organizations were trying.
Leaning his head back, Jason squinted at the pair of well dressed men that entered through the side door. "Well... speak of an Armani Devil..." he murmurs, and downs what's left of his Bourbon.
The men were overdressed for this little hole in the wall, and they didn't look like they'd enjoy the fine cuisine of Kroll's Diner. Their sunshaded gaze instantly turns to Jason, and the calmly made their way towards the booth he sat at. Sitting down, amongst all the stares of those present, the two men calmly leaned back, with a blank expression on their faces. "Well Mr. Kitcher... I must admit... You gave us quite the run around these past two years."
"Yeah. Not many people cover their tracks as well as you." The second man piped in.
"But one thing that makes me curious... of all the places, and all the times... why would you choose today to come back into the fold?"
The second man leaned in, and eyed Jason intently "Fugitives aren't exactly take back with open arms, and the director's not going to have very pretty words for you."
Smirking a moment, Jason leaned back, closed his eyes, and just laughed gently. "Oh you boys just tickle me something fierce with your high walk, and tough talk. You two should really tone it down. There's no need for being serious all the time."
Removing his sunglasses, the lead man narrowed his eyes. "Serious? That's not what she said when we dragged her back into the program."
Clenching his fists, the sound of knuckles popping drifted up from the table, as Jason drilled them with a hate filled gaze. "And that brings me to my reason for getting in touch with you two... You've got what... twelve? No... fourteen men outside?"
The two men look at one another, and then turn to Jason again, their hands slowly sliding to their firearms which are concealed at their hip by their jackets. "You don't want to do this, Jason... not with so many innocent people."
Finishing his cigarette, Jason exhaled it slowly, creating a thick cloud in front of him. "Not yesterday, but things change. Give my regards to the director, and tell Clayton that, I'm coming home." A high pitched whine then filled the air, as Jason lifted a hand, and from the palm a purple sphere of light formed, only to then fly forward punching a hole cleanly though the wall of smoke, and send the two men opposite of him, flying through the air to slam into a booth with a bone shattering crunch.
Then... then there was the gunfire. The entire diner was lit up with armored piercing rounds. The bullets were literally sprayed into the air, filling the diner with lead death. People were torn from their chairs, others were lifted up over the counter to crash into the shelving, while others took shelter under their tables.
Throwing both hands up, Jason slowly made his way towards the door, with bullets whizzing by, and bouncing off the construct of energy. "Yeah boys! Let it hail, and let it rain!" He yelled out into the air as the bullets continued raining into the diner. This was what Jason had wanted... an all out war to disrupt the status-quo. He wouldn't let them have their weapons any more, and there was a hole lot of hurt he had to put on them before he was finished. Removing a hand from the blue energy shield, he snapped his fingers creating a spark, which he threw overhand out the windows. The small spark hit the ground, and exploded sending cars end over end, as well as a few men who appeared to be dressed in swat gear.
Running out the diner with the brief pause of gunfire, Jason slammed the energy shield into the ground to create cover. "The police gig again!? You're not that much different that those government types fellas!"