The scene is set up like this; shooters, more or less likely to be surrounding the area. The police cars, set haphazardly around the building, like they were tossed there by a child. The scene of the crime was inside, though, and with the hostages scared out of their wits, and the cops to their wits end, they figured pursuing from the outside was the best way to go. There was a number of things wrong with the situation at hand. Maybe it was something with the lighting, or maybe it was something with the air, or maybe it was just the given date or time, but one thing led to another, and something terribly stupid and COMPLETELY avoidable overthrew the 9-person team, and the world as they knew it was going to come crashing down. They have their backs on the wall. They had everything to lose, and nothing to show their struggles. Nothing in the world could have warned them of the absolutely idiotic accident that took place. There was absolutely nowhere for them to turn. They're absolutely, positively, hopelessly stuck. But luckily for them, their story doesn't start there. And even better, that isn't close to the ending chapter. It all started with a Silver Hand, a villain, and a series of idiotic and completely absurd events. There wasn't a rhyme or a reason as to why Calypso decided that running from table to table was a good idea when running from the security, but he decided that he might as well make his appearance known. He liked to go out with a bang, and that sometimes landed him in trouble. Only when he got caught, though. Calypso Fay, a simple adult, wasn't as simple as people were lead to believe. Maybe it was the mean glare he sent to... well, everyone. Maybe it was the way he carried himself. Or maybe it was because his hair was too long, and it hung down from a pony-tail, and swayed from time to time. He spent his time stealing for game and for fun, but his eyes were on the real prize. He didn't steal for fame or for glory, but for attention. The attention he needed for the future. He needed to be known, and this was how he planned on doing it. The man jumped onto a black-jack table, disrupting the game and pissing off the folk, but he didn't mind. Chips where spread all over the floor, and people fell from their stools-- but they seemed like they were about to, anyway. Drunk? High? Who knows. Who cares? All he knew was that he had to get out, and he had to fast. Somewhere along the lines when he walked into The Silver Hand, and when he ended up getting chased, he managed to piss off a lot of the right people at the wrong times. Shouting a few profanities, stealing a few bottles of booze along with a couple thousand dollars did just the trick. Calypso was currently on one of the higher levels of the casino-- near the penthouse, where they currently had some entertainment preparing for some sort of act. He regarded them mildly, but let his mind wander to the nearest exit. He looked around; bathroom, lounge, more bathrooms, a window... Well, that might just do. The villain bit down hard, and braced himself for impact. He ran towards the window, and hit it. Hard. He didn't anticipate how much it would hurt him, and he didn't plan on any of the glass actually getting stuck inside of his clothing or his hair, but he was free, and he was also free-falling. You see, for anyone else, this would be a problem, but for someone like Calypso, this was his life. In one quick movement-- almost like a flick of his wrist, he was hovering. He was flying. Meanwhile, inside The Silver Hand, things were in ruin and chaos and in a total state of disrepair. But we're not at all focused on that right now. As of now, The Silver Hand is just a thing of the past--or, the present. Let's shift over towards the other side of town. On the other side of town resides a girl. Not just any girl, but a girl who has a very strange power. She can talk to ghosts, and she currently is, now. Shaou Feifeing comes from a short line of mediums and super-naturalists. The line is so short, infact, she starts it, herself. She was always surrounded by ghosts when she was younger, so she simply let them become one with her. Shaou was in a deep train of though, focusing all of her attention on who she was talking to. They were telling her of a great event that she would have to partake in. A great series of events that would change the face of humanity as she knew it. It would change herself, too. And Shaou was infact, not ready for those events to come. The only few things that the two shared in common was their goals, and that they were about to experience a very, very long day.