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"Hurry,. Before they come this way."

Fox followed the woman and the Night Watcher up the steps to the roof. She didn't know her, but she was clearly trying to help them out. She wondered if they knew each other.

"Who are you?" Fox asked the new accomplice.

Turning to the Night Watcher, she spoke. "We have to be careful. They might follow us."
 
"Akuma." She said in response to the woman. She looked back at Night Watcher, then stopped to look around. She had heard something, but could see nothing. She brushed i off for the moment, but noted it in her mind. "We should be able to reach it. We need to hurry though. Their numbers are growing quickly. They will surround us soon." She said as they reached the roof.
 
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With a nod, the Night Watcher glared down at the streets below. "What's coming for us?" He asked. "Is it those hazmat suit guys?" He turned around and looked at the stairs.
 
Akuma looked down at the streets. Movement could be seen in the darkness of the alleyways, but not much else. "Not hazmat suits, but they seem to be related to them. I can hear them talking about finding the guy that killed their research member?" She looked at Night Watcher, looking to get some more back story with what was going on. She hadn't seen the fight, but she had heard the explosion and hurried over to the area. As she waited for a response, wings started to sprout out of her back, slipping through the slits she had made in her outfit. A moment or two later, her wings were fully formed. She stretched and flapped them a few times to get use to their feel as she readied herself to fly.
 
As the rain poured, Klaus walked down the street, head covered by his hood to protect from the rain. There were very few people around him, almost as if the area was dead. Those that were around carried umbrellas or took shelter in a building. Normally, Klaus would have brought an umbrella with him too, if not for two things: 1. if he had one, and 2. if he wasn't in the mood to take a rain walk. Klaus walked a little longer until he couldn't figure out where he was anymore. He saw a nearby sheltered bus stop with a map and went in there to check his location. Inside there was a small group of people and he couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"The rumors are true."

"The war has started."

"There have already been bombings in this country."

Everywhere he went it was something war, war, war, and every time he heard it, it gave him a bad feeling in his gut. He shivered at the thought, or maybe he was shivering from his cold body, he couldn't tell, it was always cold anyway.

Suddenly he heard a boom! He and the others peeked out of the bus stop to see a cloud of smoke rise into the sky. The others ran in the opposite direction, not paying him any mind. Klaus felt the need to run away too, but he was also curious. With one final look back at the retreating pedestrians, he headed straight towards the fire. When he got there, he saw a collapsed building, it looked like a jewelry store with bodies lying around.

There were footsteps and Klaus turned to see a man in a dark costume and a woman with red hair turn a corner. "H-Hey!" he called after them.

Something clicked behind him and Klaus immediately pulled up a layer of ice, shielding him from the bullets. Another spray of bullets and he hid behind the ice shield, then threw a part of the ice shield in the direction he guessed to be where the assailant was. It didn't seem to stop whoever was shooting as more shots were fired at him, and the shooter was moving too. A dark figure appeared in front of him and aimed a gun. Klaus took on step back and jumped into the air, whirling around until he was able to steady himself.

Whoa, still not used to flying, he thought. The shooter below fired once again at him. Klaus fired a few beams of ice at him, hoping it hit, and flew out of there. He needed to find that costumed man and the woman with red hair, hoping they can explain what happened.
 
The Night Watcher then noticed Klaus, but he didn't know that was who he is.
"Hold that thought." Night Watcher said to the group. He took a few steps back and took a nose dive off the building with a running start. He landed with a thud on his back, but felt no pain and gained no injury. He looked to his right and saw a car. He took it in both hands. He grunted in pain, but started to ignore it. He had a job to get done, and a life to save. He looked at Klaus then slowly walked towards him, the weight of the car, mini van to be exact, was crushing him. His head started to throb. With a loud grunt, The Night Watcher threw the van into the fog towards the gun shots.
 
Fox jumped out the window after Night Watcher, swooping down to his side just after he threw a van into the fog ahead. There were gunshots, but she couldn't see much of anything in the fog. She was here to help out this hero, and stood to the ready expecting anything to happen next.

"Don't worry Watcher," Fox said with confidence. "I got your back."
 
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Night Watcher looked at Fox and nodded to her.
"You saw what those darts did to those guys." He said silently. "Whatever you do, do not get hit by any of them." The Night Watcher waited, the gun shots seeming not to be firing anymore. 'Where is the boy?' Watcher thought to himself. "I saw somebody. He seemed to have powers."
 
Klaus flew past the buildings, weaving in and around the corners as he searched for the man and woman. There was no one insight, as if they had vanished in thin air.

Something whooshed by him and a loud pop! right after. There were more popping sounds and Klaus could see more figures pointing more guns at him. Klaus swore and threw his own shots of ice before flying away. Flying was relatively new to him, something he had only discovered after arriving in the city. He wished he had discovered it sooner, maybe figured out how to fly faster because he was sure those people with the guns would get him anytime soon.

Up ahead Klaus noticed something in the fog. Another person and he was lifting something. A car? No wait, a minivan. Suddenly the person moved and the next thing Klaus knew. the minivan was flying in his direction. Klaus dodged, bumping against against a nearby building and watched as the van disappeared further into the fog. There were screams and a crash; no more gunshots.

Klaus looked back at the person who threw the minivan. It was the costumed man, and the red-haired woman. Klaus flew a little closer, his palms out in case he had to attack.

"I saw somebody. He seemed to have powers." said the man.

Did he mean him? Slowly, Klaus floated out of the fog and in front of the man and woman. "Thanks for saving me back there," he said.
 
A female in a tight leather outfit (new 52) walked calmly yet silently across some streets, turning to every corner and hiding in the shadows. Her zipper was only zipped to her chest showing some cleavage and her blonde hair was out from under her cat like mask. Wearing stuff like this she didnt plan on getting herself into to much severe trouble and yawns.

It was Stray, Real identity? Victoria Summers, a fairly young girl in her starting twenties who didnt seem to mind showing off her face here and there, because the person would end up unconscious or dead. But in some rare cases trustworthy. Either way her role was pretty neutral and she was on her way to steal some precious tiaras at a jewelry store she walked into this morning. Victoria lets out a sigh crossing one last street and found the closed jewelry store. She placed her goggles on before breaking in and decided to observe.

She tapped the edge of her goggles switching it to 'thief vision' and turned her lips to a smile of delight. The 5 Tiraras were still there, out in the open--behind the counter. She soon walks around the building looking for a specific window located behind the jewelry store and opened it silently before closing the window shut behind her and locking it. She unlocked the door opening it and was now in the jewelry store (as the room she just came from was a private back room) and walked behind the counter ; dropping her black sack on the tiled floors.

Kneeling down, the blonde who still had her goggles on, opened the sack revealing replicas of the tiaras she was going to steal and simply made a quick switcheroo in perfect silence. She stuffed the real tiaras in her black empty sack and grinned chuckling to herself."Oh! Diamonds are indeed a girls bestfriend." She whispers to herself.

So how was Stray able to make it in so easily and steal? Easy, When she walked in this precious store full of goods in her real identity, The dowager countess panned out thanks to a heist master of hers and she took the opportunity to sneak into her boudour, unlocked the windows then went back to the shop and photographed the loot. When she got home--she made the fakes and here she is now! Simple as that!

Soon Stray walked out simply through the door, closing it very silently and took out her whip to take herself up to a vantage point. As she whipped her way up to a vantage point -which was on top of a billboard- she sits herself down, wrapping the whip around her waist and deciding to rest for a bit. But sensing that heroic vigilantes might scare the former cat away she falls off the billboard and whips her way back home to her medium sized apartment which was some blocks away. Stray finally made it home and stood at the emergency fire stairs opening a window to her room and throwing the burlap sack inside before closing the window shut. She turned around deciding to roam the dark streets and stretched her arms up in the air before falling off the stairs an landing on the ground perfectly on her flat combat boots in silence. Being catlike meant naturally being slick and silent, and stray whipped herself back to the billboard she was on before and after ten minutes was finally there. Silently sitting and watching. Not to mention she was also thinking of what to do, unaware of the chaos going on in a few blocks or so away. Distance actually.​
 
The night watcher heard his car crash, and ended the gun shots. He nodded in approval to himself. He looked at Klaus and nodded to him. "Before ,ore of those guys come back, how's about wwe go to the hide out." The Night Watcher had been doing this for about three years. He knew howntondeal with new faces. He was confident in letting them enter his hideout.
 
Sparxx crouched low behind the building's ledge as she watched the jewelry store from the opposite rooftop. Her sleek helmet was more than just a protection of her identity, though she's not sure she cared about her identity being revealed. Its usefulness was its technological advances. "Zoom in." She whispered, the visual of the shop becoming magnetized before her eyes. It also displayed any local law enforcement in the area, including military. Hell, she even had it fitted with her Pandora stations, it doesn't get much better than that.

Metal by Nine Inch Nails blasted in her ears as she watched the young thief hug the shadows as she approached. "So predictable." Jo had spotted her earlier in the jewelry shop when she was casing the place herself. Chump change, damn skippy, but Jo did have an affinity for shiny things, though she wouldn't be caught dead wearing any of it. She admires them in the privacy of her home before pawning them off on the black market. Besides, it was petty thieving that got her were she was today.

She watched as the cute kitten snuck her way into store, and she had half a mind to set the alarms off on her, but she may need her in the near future. A scapegoat is always useful to have on hand. Sparxx studied her movements, her capabilities, her skill set and stored it in her memory for future use. Just as she was about to turn and leave she spotted a commotion in the shop. "Pause." She commanded the music to cease. "Isolate sounds of visual." Whatever voices and scuffling within the shop she heard, but none of it made any sense.

Her first reaction was that it was an amateur heist, all brute strength and ignorance, but one man began to instruct the administration of an injection. "What the hell?" She had to re-position herself, having a clear view of the back of the building was not helping her in this instance. "Normal view." Sparxx scanned the path she would take to position herself on top of the adjacent building for a better view.

Her body made quick work of the large gaps and treacherous steps and she was on the building within minutes. Again, dodging behind the ledge of the building she watched as the four suits began to set the building ablaze....ablaze...briefly her mind drifts towards the memory of her sister, but the arrival of a super snaps her back to the present. Sparxx can't help but roll her eyes at his arrival, always meddling, oh how she would love for all the heroes to just drop dead. Then another super joined the first, like flies to a steaming pile of shit. Moths to a flame would be too subtle for the likes of them.

Sparxxs was forced to jump back as she felt the heat from the flames lick at her face. Oh look, another super, this one with the ability of what looks like ice. Great, they just keep growing in population, roaches. They were obviously in some degree of danger, but Jo had no sympathy for them, nor did she get her hopes up. She knew they would survive their attack, they always do, kinda like weeds that won't die.

She shakes her head in disgust before taking her leave, toward her motorcycle that lay hidden in an alley a few blocks away. She jumped and rolled through the rooftops like a fish swimming through a reef, almost as natural as walking. The attack on the suits did rub her the wrong way though, it was the death of those guards. A biological attack...but why the jewelry store and why waste it on night security? The pieces were just not fitting anywhere.

She pulled the trash bags from her bike and mounted it, revving the engine before taking off to her loft.
 
It was a quiet night at the bank, the sound of rain growing harder and then softer as the night played out. Behind the counter of the fairly large bank in the center of town, a new banker just started her night shift, and sat talking with a customer about a problem with her account. The sound of wet boots walking in on the tile floor didn't draw much attention, but those who looked up at the man murmured about him in a metal costume, a blade on his back and signs of other weapons. A few people started making their way out, but the sound of a pistol going off stopped everyone in their tracks. A few people screamed and dropped to the ground, and all but three people stood straight. Two men held guns up at the figure, a cop and one of the banks guards. Laughing at the brave sight, the man aim his single crimson magnum up at the police officer and said "Oh nooooo, two against one I wonder how this will turn out! Blood Money versus a nervous cop and a guard who I think pissed himself!" The police officer called out, slightly annoyed at the laughing of the man "Put the weapon on the ground and slide it over to me! Hands were I can see them." Blood looked over all his weapons and asked "Uhhh which one? Are you meaning this one?" Setting the magnum on the ground, he kicked it towards the man, and as the man's eyes drifted towards the sliding gun, Blood's hand shot to one of his many knives around his waist, and threw it towards the guard.

A shot rang out, but not from the officer or the guard, but from the young banker, who sighed loudly "About time you got here Blood, I've had to put this act up for like two days." The police officer laid on the ground, a knife in his throat, and the guard laid on the ground with a hole in his head. "Whatever Haven, you outta lighten up and enjoy yourself and go clubbing with me some times! It's hella' fun if your not constantly thinking about work. Go get the vault open while I get these lovely citizens outta here." As he said lovely, he spun in circles, his hands motioning to all the people on the ground. Going to the dead police officer and taking his magnum up, he pulled out a matching black one and said to all the people on the ground as Haven walked back towards the vault, shooting two more guards running towards the front. "Alright everyone, incase your a stupid ass and haven't realized it, this is a robbery. I'll be one of your robbers, call me Blood Money, and the other lovely lady was Ms. Shifter. We aint aiming to kill y'all, just grab some moolah' from this here bank. Now will you all please HURRY outta this bank." He watched as several people crowded out towards the street. Sighing and mumbling about taking to long, Blood opened fire into the air, causing a frenzy. One more shot rang out, this one going to the back of Blood's leg. Quickly turning as he fell to the ground, Blood spotted the culprit, a young guard shaking. "FUCK that hurt sooooo good." Firing with both of his magnums, he emptied the clip into the guards chest, making a bloody hole. Standing up, he dug the bullet out of his leg and felt the wound starting to close back up. From the back of the bank, he heard loud crack and the sound of metal bending, signaling the safe was open.

A few minutes later, Shifter stood next to him, she was in her outfit now. Outside the bank, police officer's were outside surrounding the place. Looking towards Shifter he said "Ready to go out with a bang?" She nodded silently, thinking about her sister. Blood looked towards his wrist. He opened up alittle control panel of sorts and pressed a button, causing a 3D screen to glow from the palm of his hand. There were four digital buttons that glowed out, a sword, gun, car, and the words BOOM. Clicking on the car, words typed out spelling "Vehicle on the way." Going back once, he then pressed the BOOM button, and outside the van he came in made an unlocking sound, then exploded.


Victoria walked down the street, her hood pulled over her head and hands in her pockets. She looked around for her apartment, lost once again in the city. She heard a scream from the alleyway she was passing, and she quickly looked down it. Not very visible, she saw movement of a lady trying to get away from two men. Taking a step into the alley way, she spoke up getting frustrated. "Hey! Get away from her!" From the shadow's next to her, a bat slowly blocked her path, a man stepping out from the same shadows, a sick grin on his face. "You should've minded your own business little girl, but now since your here... I guess you'd like to join us?" Immediately swinging her first, she caught the man in the nose, and quickly scrapped the bat out of his hand and smashed him in the stomach. Looking up, the other two thugs went to meet her. Flinging the bat like a knife, it hit the closest thug in the chest, knocking him to the ground. The third and final thug stopped alittle stun. Taking out a knife the thug held it out towards her, and then charged. Sweeping his legs out underneath him, four vines sprouting from the ground caught him. One vine went around each of the man's legs and arms, lifting him up high and held him against a wall. Two more vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around her legs. She felt herself being lifted from the ground, and was equal height with the man. The man said nothing, but held a terrified look on his face. Lightly grasping the knife, she pried it from the man's fingers and held it to his throat. Normally she would've killed the man, or Blood Money would've done it for her, but Victoria stopped herself. Slowly, she went back towards the ground, and looked out towards the street. The girl was fleeing from the alley way, and two roots held the other two thugs in place. Walking back out of the street, she turned the corner and continued her search. ​
 
A woman with dark, wavy hair sat on her sofa watching TV but not really paying attention. One hand pet her dog absently while the other shoveled doritos into her mouth steadily. The dog, Oy, eyed the bag longingly but knew not to beg. He was a large pit bull, his coat grey blue, his muzzle flecked some greys that reflected his middle aged status but his eyes were the color of honey and still sharp. Blaze glanced down at him and his honey gaze averted. She smiled and threw him a chip which disappeared immediately.

Like her sister, Blaze made her living off of stealing. Her sister was always the brains, and the tech skill, behind the operation and she was the force. She enjoyed the danger of the heist and of course the earnings. Before her sister disappeared they did a big job together and she'd been living off of it since. Not quite as comfortably as she wishes but she was a minimalist anyway. Thinking of her sister was like a punch in the gut. She missed her the way only a twin could understand. They'd shared a womb together, grown apart but they had found each other through some miracle and now were lost again.

She hadn't thought of her sister this much in a long time, she rose from the sofa and headed to the window in a daze, still lost in thought. The sound of distant popping made her jump and her eyes sharpened. She could see the smoke rising into the night sky coming from a building about a block away, the faint glow of flames leaping just into view. She usually didn't enjoy the rain because it made her feel vulnerable but the thrill of a large fire was something she could not ignore. "Oy." She said quietly, moving toward the door. Her loyal, extremely well trained companion was on his feet and by her side in an instant. She opened the door, not bothering to put a jacket over her wife beater and headed out into the night.

As her skin met the rain it sizzled slightly. She could feel the cold drops turn to steam in a fraction of a second but once she was fully on the street, her body heat was no match for the down pour. Blaze barely had to concentrate to keep enough heat in her body to not get cold and Oy was like an extension of her. She reached out to him, making sure he was safe and warm. They made their way down the street at a jog. She saw people up ahead and slowed her pace, keeping to the shadows so as not to be seen.

"How's about we go to the hide out." is what she heard first over the roar of the fire. What her mind translated it to was "Oh boy! To the bat cave Robin!" She rolled her eyes, 'heroes'. She was no villain in comparison to most but she was by far no hero. In fact, she despised them. Always thinking they knew right from wrong as if they were sent from Heaven to do the Lord's work. She could feel the delicious heat from where she was standing and had just started to absorb some of it when a motorcycle whizzed by her. She saw the bulbous helmet the rider was wearing and instantly disliked them. 'What a dick." she thought to herself. She turned back to the fire, Oy beside and slightly behind her, and began absorbing it. The fire began to die down, slowly at first and then with increasing speed. She heard the distant wailing of sirens and thought it hilarious to stay behind, putting out the fire before they got here. She didn't want it to spread to her place after all. It would take them hours to do what it took her minutes to do. She'd actually put some thought into becoming a fire fighter, doing good and blah blah blah.
 
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. The alarm was accompanied by a steady flash of light. For a warning alarm it was rather soft spoken, but then again any louder and Shade would probably crush it between her jaws like she had with the last one when it got particularly annoying. Besides this one did its job well enough. Twisting wildly to free herself from the confines of the blanket she had wrapped herself in she fell the several feet to the floor and landed softly on all fours. With long strides she crossed the room to where the giant display was situated against the back wall and leapt up into the chair that was placed before it. Since it had long been accepted that her ability to take verbal directions was limited to face to face interactions the computer had been programed simply to show an image of what was the matter. For whatever she mentally lacked she could almost make up for it with her memory and ability to see patterns, and it took only a few seconds to know she was heading to a bank only several blocks from here.

Exiting the building through a small, high up window that squished her ribs in and forced her to almost dislocate her wings, she traveled swiftly across the roof tops. Usually she would travel underground, territory that she was most familiar with, however there was no direct underground route to where she needed to get to and at the moment she was concentrating on speed rather than a completely stealthy approach. A plus to moving on all fours, it took her only a few massive strides to cross a building and with that momentum she didn't even have to use her wings to preform that awkward little glide that was the extent of her flying abilities. If a baby bird is not taught to fly it will not learn how to do so, and it had taken her the better part of six months to completely get used to having a tail. And being irregularly switched between a cramped cell, and long, almost excruciating fast maze trails did not help her much.

Within a few minutes she arrived at the scene, cops were surrounding the building and for a moment Shade watched them with interest. There was what looked to be the smoking hull of a van parked right outside the bank, the smell of which was causing Shade to curl her nose in protest. With large eye she examined the outside of the building until she spotted what she was looking for. A ventilation shaft, impossible for anyone aside from a small child to get through, unless of course they were Shade. Easily making the distance between the building she on and shop she used sharp strong claws to hold herself against the side of the building with her head level with the shaft. Freeing one hand she used her nails to loosen the nails and then her teeth to pull the whole covering right off the wall. This was something she had learned when she had gone through a time stealing from grocery stores for a bit of food. It was a tight squeeze but with her arms stuck out in front of her and her wings slicked flat against her back she managed to push her way inside. Once there she only had to travel about ten feet before she was able to knock a top panel of grating pulling herself up into an open section of roof filled with wires. Used to dark confined spaces she moved quickly, she had to, the sound of her entrance would probably not go unnoticed. But she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. When she had lived down in the underground tunnel systems that spread across the city she had found that all the other people that ventured down needed to bring a light with them while she hardly needed any, and she had also found that taking away light tended to shift things in her favor.

In a flash she had a large bundle of cables clamped in her jaws. As she bit through them she could feel the current surge through her for a few moments before with a light snap the thing was severed. Throughout the store the lights went out, the only lights left being the police lights occasionally flashing in from outside and the small red dots of the security cameras that ran on a independent system. Carefully she picked her to one of the walls, before lifting one of the ceiling panels and dropping silently behind one of the teller's desks. It was time to level the playing field.
 
Caramon loved the rain. He loved how it had such a calming effect on him, despite how most become depressed before the rain even comes and the clouds above begin to darken, as if all of the happiness that others had had had been transfered to him. He loved the rain even more now due to the fact he no longer had to worry about getting sick, so he decided to go for a walk, which turned out to be a bad mistake.

No sooner had he began dancing down the street, he was attacked by men in strange suits, firing stange weapons that he didn't recognize, almost as if he were, yet again, in another future. Pulling a pencil from his pocket, he slashed at the weapons of his foes with such speed and precision that they even tried to fire, the ends of their weapons falling off due to the vibrations of their hands pulling their triggers. A noxious cloud spewed forth from the remnants of the weapons, causing the suits to crush and and contort as the men began to scream in agony until they finally fell silent, their bodies falling in a tattered heap as the cloud disappated in the rain.

"That was weird." Caramon said to himself, unsure of what had transpired as he placed the pencil into his pocket once again and examined the bodies, the men inside resembling their suits, all mangled and contorted, yet what had caused it was beyond him. He decided to leave them as they lay, so as to be sure that what had done that had no chance of affecting him, since, even if he had rapid regeneration, he didn't want to risk having to needlessly overwork the race of people inside him until he didn't have a choice.

He decided it best to move on, shifting through the shadows of the night, using the flashes of lightning to guide his path. As he continued on his rounds, he found more than he bargained for, as he saw the store a block from his apartment be set ablaze by men in the same garb as those who'd attacked him, attacking a man in strange, dark garb, the soldiers falling as the man darted around before jumping into the building to search for survivors, and after he and a woman had left, he saw a woman from a building near the store walk out and absorb the flames, the look on her face was as if the only thing on her mind was making sure it didn't spread to her home.

After she had become preoccupied with her task, he decided it best to follow the trail of the other two, now a third joining them as he saw a winged figure take to the skies. He saw the men below firing at the form in the sky and snuck through the shadows to avoid getting either group's attention. That is, until a mini came careening towards him, which he reflexively sliced in two with a kick from his shoe, the crystalline light flashing the instant his foot struck the vehicle, splitting it in two.

He decided that now was the time for answers, and he wasn't taking 'No' for an answer. As he walked towards them, his feet were covered in the clear, crystallic glow, which allowed him to walk silently until he strayed from the fog and into their view, a smirk on his face as he drew nearer to the group.

"That was quite a throw there, youngin'. You nearly clipped my head off with that stunt. And you, yes, you, Flyboy, that was some pretty fancy flappin', just remember that the next time you're gettin' shot at, you might wanna try multitaskin' your powers, it makes things a lot easier for you and your team. And what might you be milady? Besides beautiful, I mean."
 
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Klaus, startled by a voice behind him, landed on his feet and spun around. The voice belonged to a tall, muscular man with blond hair lighter than his own. His feet had an odd glow, somehow muffling his footsteps. Klaus felt intimidated being in the presence of this man, as if he were dealing with something ancient and powerful. But he was intrigued by the abilities too, and curious as to what the abilities are of the other man. He lifted an entire minivan and threw it, at him yes, but it still awed him. And what of the woman too?

Just how many people out there had these . . . these powers?

"Did you just call me 'Flyboy?'" he asked, slightly miffed at the nickname. "And they're not my team, I just met them."

Klaus looked back at the first man. "If I agree to go to your hideout, can you explain what happened back there?"
 
"Aw shit, the police already turned the damn power out? Right before our ride got here.... Does this place have a backdoor?" Blood asked his partner, Haven Black, AKA Shifter. She only shrugged and said "Hell if I know, but I'll watch the front, you should go check it out." Sighing, Blood did just that. Pressing a button on the side of his face mask, a small light popped out, just in time to notice the desk his foot ran into "Shit that hurt..." Walking around the desk, he looked around for any sign of a back door, but failed to see one. Sitting down on the desk, Blood Money held his black Magnum in one hand, his crimson in the other, and he whistled a tone quietly.

Shifter sat quietly in the dark bank, the faint sound of Blood Money somewhere behind her. Sighing, she thought to herself Better get ready for battle, chances are Blood's stupid car is gonna get blown up or not come at all. Now who should I go as.....My sister! Quickly, her body glowed slightly, her eyes turning a light green to match her sisters power, and once again she looked normal, just in her sisters normal battle gear. She made a orange tree grow from the ground and took a bite off it, humming a song before the police decided to make a move.
 
Caramon smiled as the young man finished his sentence, the light above him allowing his now gentle expression to be seen more clearly.

"Yes, I did. I take it you're not used to flying? You were doing rather well at dodging, but you didn't go on the offensive at all, hence 'Flyboy'. If you need help, I'd be willing to teach you a thing or two about multitasking your powers when we have time, that way you can learn to do things like this."

As he finished his sentence, his trenchcoat slowly became enveloped in a transparent crystalline structure before a pair of golden wings spread from within the crystal on his back, while his right hand was encompassed with the same material, yet had a large claw of the same color as his wings coming from his fingertips, a small, marble-sized orb eminating in his left that gave off enough light to illuminate every feature of the four standing there, yet the light itself was soft and bareable, as if it weren't even a light at all. Gently flapping his wings, he ascended vertically, hovering only a couple feet from the ground before touching back down and returning to normal.

He smiled as he walked past the flyer, patting him on the shoulder as he repeated the sentence to the other man.
"What was this about a hideout? If you know anything I don't, it'd be quite the help to tell me, since if who's in charge of these goons is who I think it is, we're in for some big trouble, and we're gonna need an HQ for some plannin'."
 
Blaze remained in the shadows while she absorbed the flames of the building. A flash streaked past the corner of her eye and she glanced to the right just in time to see yet another hero touch down. 'What is this, some kind of convention?' she thought to herself irritably. When the flames we nothing but smoldering ash, she was able to hear their conversation much better. Mention of this sacred hideout was made again but when one of them took to the sky and started flying around in circles she rolled her eyes and then closed them. She tried to lock on ice boy's heat signature but she shook her head slightly, knowing that if he iced up she would lose him. She chose the girl instead. Her body lighting up behind her eyelids without even needing to look. She'd decided to follow them to their club house from a distance. Who knew what information on the location of four heroes could cost. She could find quite a bit of money in selling the information.

While they were showing off, she moved in a little closer, trying to hear more. Maybe if they mentioned where it was she wouldn't need to follow them in this down pour. Oy followed her silently, his hackles raising slightly as he caught the scent of whatever they had been fighting over here. She didn't like this. The talk of war on the news has been brewing for the past few months and bombings around the country have been increasing. Passing over one of the shriveled bodies, she glanced down, trying to make out what had happened. Oy wouldn't even sniff at it which made her hair streak red and her body heat up as her nervousness grew. She crouched down behind the front half of the mini van, watching these so called heroes show off, and waited for them to make their move.
 
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