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Emily Vaughn
The girl couldn't help but utter a small giggle as Linc or Blade, as he just called himself, asked if she had a superhero name. Shaking her head, she focused on the path infront of her before calling out behind her.
Sadly I'm not too super. I'd imagine if I had one, it would be something like "Stormcaller" or "Windwhisperer"
She smiled at the thought of being a superhero like in the comics. She knew she would never be one, herself committing a few petty crimes like shop lifting and graffiting every so often with her friends. That was far behind her now, and now she was just struggling to stay out of FEAD's clutches.
The group rounded a corner and the sewer path split off in two directions. One was labeled with construction tape, and seemed unfinished. Ducking under the tape she urge her companions to follow her as she lead them too a wall of metal bars. The sections of the bars were actually broken off, just wide enough for Comedy too slip through.
On the other side of the bars was a room, bigger than most garages, and tall enough for Comedy too stand up on his tippy toes. Emily gave a wave around the room.
Welcome to my villa. My home away from home.
The room was littered with boxes, several posters, a couch, and two bunk beds. It resembled what a teenagers summer camp dorm would look like, because in fact it was a hide away from a group of teenagers. All of them were long gone, either in FEAD custody or on the run from them. The last too remain was Emily.
She frowned at the lose of her friends, the closest thing to family she had. Isiah had superstrength, and was the one who broke the bars that barred this room off. He also carried most of the furniture down here. Tori was a cryomancer, and her former best friend. She was the first to be captured by FEAD. Gregory was Tori's boyfriend, a shapeshifter. Finally there was Mimic. She was quiet, and could only mimic the sound of other people or things. Her family went on the run after she was captured.
Pushing the sad thoughts aside Emily took a seat on a couch.
We outta be safe here for the next few hours. We should get to know each other!
She said with a happy grin.
So, do either of you-
A sharp silencing echo sound cut her off. She recognized the sound from once before when FEAD shot at her. Silenced guns.
Shit! What should we do??
She looked toward the entrance, and only exit, of the small room. She didn't know if she should stay, or leave through the opening. If they found them, they would be cornered like animals.
~~~
Agent Carver
The smell of vampire blood was in the air, and as Love approached the wolf-man, he gave her a semi-friendly snarl.
Love. Hasn't been long enough.
Carver typically wasn't a fan of vampires, but Petit was an exception.
I suppose its Agent Scarlet at the moment.
His voice was gruffer than normal, and emitted a low growl as he spoke. Eyeing the two other agents as they approached he address them, Carver looked them up and down. Almost with a hungry gaze. He gave a low grumble as he started to crawl into the manhole.
I don't do well in packs. Follow me and shut up. I won't be able to track their smell, so I'm relying on hearing.
Going into the dark without them, Carver's eyes quickly adapted to the dark. As the rest of the FEAD agents came down behind him he spotted a trail of footprints in the shit. The enlarged foot prints of what he assumed was Comedy easily stood out. The silence was eerie, and as the team stalked through the dark a silenced shot echoed through through the space. The trail came too a crossing, the gunshot came from the left and the footprints went to the right.
I'll go check those shots, you three go along that way.
Without waiting for an objection, Carver dropped too all fours and sprinted away.
~~~
Killshot
The ride over was quiet. Killshot decided it was against his best interest to have his teammate kill him on their first assignment. Dropping the pair off at a warehouse, they provided a van big enough for Charger too comfortable sit in the back with a suit on. The drive was just as boring, the suit dragging the already slow van along the harbor district, and the radio already busted. Finally reaching the location, Drake popped open the back doors for Charger.
We've arrived. Just gotta stop in, say hello, then we can go and rendezvous with the others.
The building itself was old and falling apart. The first floor was a warehouse by the looks of it, the doors rusted and the paint peeling. A door on the side was ajar, exposing a set of stairs. Heading too them, Drake called behind him.
Guy just goes by Stan. Ex druggie. Also an extranormal, got the power to smell feelings. Really weird.
At the top of the stair, was a single door. At first Drake started too knock, before realizing the door knob was blown off.
Looks like this got alot more exciting.
Drawling his pistol, Drake gave a nod towards Charger, then kicked the door open.
Fuck.
The apartment was a bloody mess, literally. Stan was laid out on a table, his arms and legs tied down to the table. His jaw broken open, his nose cut off and shoved into his open mouth. His eyes were missing, and his stomach was cut wide open.
Uh Belmont. Stan is dead.
Observing the body closer, the incisions were expertly done. Like a surgeon had cut the body apart.
Thats not good. Be on the look out you two.
The Elven woman said, slightly appalled. Drake heard the low rumbling of an engine cut off right outside the building. Taking a peek from the window, a black van was stopped in front, a small fire team of soldiers slipping out of it.
Looks like you're gonna have some fun with that suit Charge'.
As if on cue, gunfire erupted from the street. Their silencers only dampening the sound of the hail of bullets. Glass shattered as Drake put away his pistol and he reached for his marksman rifle, which hung from a strap across his shoulders. A bullet caught him in the arm, but it was alittle more than an annoyance.
A piece of glass slid across his cheek cutting him. Within seconds the wound was healed, but he quickly put his visor back down more annoyed than anything.
The girl couldn't help but utter a small giggle as Linc or Blade, as he just called himself, asked if she had a superhero name. Shaking her head, she focused on the path infront of her before calling out behind her.
Sadly I'm not too super. I'd imagine if I had one, it would be something like "Stormcaller" or "Windwhisperer"
She smiled at the thought of being a superhero like in the comics. She knew she would never be one, herself committing a few petty crimes like shop lifting and graffiting every so often with her friends. That was far behind her now, and now she was just struggling to stay out of FEAD's clutches.
The group rounded a corner and the sewer path split off in two directions. One was labeled with construction tape, and seemed unfinished. Ducking under the tape she urge her companions to follow her as she lead them too a wall of metal bars. The sections of the bars were actually broken off, just wide enough for Comedy too slip through.
On the other side of the bars was a room, bigger than most garages, and tall enough for Comedy too stand up on his tippy toes. Emily gave a wave around the room.
Welcome to my villa. My home away from home.
The room was littered with boxes, several posters, a couch, and two bunk beds. It resembled what a teenagers summer camp dorm would look like, because in fact it was a hide away from a group of teenagers. All of them were long gone, either in FEAD custody or on the run from them. The last too remain was Emily.
She frowned at the lose of her friends, the closest thing to family she had. Isiah had superstrength, and was the one who broke the bars that barred this room off. He also carried most of the furniture down here. Tori was a cryomancer, and her former best friend. She was the first to be captured by FEAD. Gregory was Tori's boyfriend, a shapeshifter. Finally there was Mimic. She was quiet, and could only mimic the sound of other people or things. Her family went on the run after she was captured.
Pushing the sad thoughts aside Emily took a seat on a couch.
We outta be safe here for the next few hours. We should get to know each other!
She said with a happy grin.
So, do either of you-
A sharp silencing echo sound cut her off. She recognized the sound from once before when FEAD shot at her. Silenced guns.
Shit! What should we do??
She looked toward the entrance, and only exit, of the small room. She didn't know if she should stay, or leave through the opening. If they found them, they would be cornered like animals.
~~~
Agent Carver
The smell of vampire blood was in the air, and as Love approached the wolf-man, he gave her a semi-friendly snarl.
Love. Hasn't been long enough.
Carver typically wasn't a fan of vampires, but Petit was an exception.
I suppose its Agent Scarlet at the moment.
His voice was gruffer than normal, and emitted a low growl as he spoke. Eyeing the two other agents as they approached he address them, Carver looked them up and down. Almost with a hungry gaze. He gave a low grumble as he started to crawl into the manhole.
I don't do well in packs. Follow me and shut up. I won't be able to track their smell, so I'm relying on hearing.
Going into the dark without them, Carver's eyes quickly adapted to the dark. As the rest of the FEAD agents came down behind him he spotted a trail of footprints in the shit. The enlarged foot prints of what he assumed was Comedy easily stood out. The silence was eerie, and as the team stalked through the dark a silenced shot echoed through through the space. The trail came too a crossing, the gunshot came from the left and the footprints went to the right.
I'll go check those shots, you three go along that way.
Without waiting for an objection, Carver dropped too all fours and sprinted away.
~~~
Killshot
The ride over was quiet. Killshot decided it was against his best interest to have his teammate kill him on their first assignment. Dropping the pair off at a warehouse, they provided a van big enough for Charger too comfortable sit in the back with a suit on. The drive was just as boring, the suit dragging the already slow van along the harbor district, and the radio already busted. Finally reaching the location, Drake popped open the back doors for Charger.
We've arrived. Just gotta stop in, say hello, then we can go and rendezvous with the others.
The building itself was old and falling apart. The first floor was a warehouse by the looks of it, the doors rusted and the paint peeling. A door on the side was ajar, exposing a set of stairs. Heading too them, Drake called behind him.
Guy just goes by Stan. Ex druggie. Also an extranormal, got the power to smell feelings. Really weird.
At the top of the stair, was a single door. At first Drake started too knock, before realizing the door knob was blown off.
Looks like this got alot more exciting.
Drawling his pistol, Drake gave a nod towards Charger, then kicked the door open.
Fuck.
The apartment was a bloody mess, literally. Stan was laid out on a table, his arms and legs tied down to the table. His jaw broken open, his nose cut off and shoved into his open mouth. His eyes were missing, and his stomach was cut wide open.
Uh Belmont. Stan is dead.
Observing the body closer, the incisions were expertly done. Like a surgeon had cut the body apart.
Thats not good. Be on the look out you two.
The Elven woman said, slightly appalled. Drake heard the low rumbling of an engine cut off right outside the building. Taking a peek from the window, a black van was stopped in front, a small fire team of soldiers slipping out of it.
Looks like you're gonna have some fun with that suit Charge'.
As if on cue, gunfire erupted from the street. Their silencers only dampening the sound of the hail of bullets. Glass shattered as Drake put away his pistol and he reached for his marksman rifle, which hung from a strap across his shoulders. A bullet caught him in the arm, but it was alittle more than an annoyance.
A piece of glass slid across his cheek cutting him. Within seconds the wound was healed, but he quickly put his visor back down more annoyed than anything.
