~A Collaboration between Lord Wraith and Olissa~
LOS PARAÍSO: PARADISE STRIP
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espite the overwhelming crowd seeking shelter within the club, Aiden and Strum both turned at the still audible calling of their name. The pair barely had time to react before they were nearly tackled to the ground by Emma's hugs. Aiden smiled at his former teammate, glad to see her in both good health and spirits. Strum awkwardly squeezed himself out of the hug, straigtening his clothes and reassuming the strict military posture that had been imbedded into him for years.
Emma was smiling from ear to ear as she let the two go. Nothing seemed to have changed since the last time they had seen each other. Especially not Strum's instant correction to his normal posture. At the sight of it she couldn't help but chuckle a little, no matter how much she tried to stifle it. Opening her mouth and taking a breath to speak up, she was cut off before any air could leave her lungs.
"You're looking well Emma. The city life must be agreeing with you for the time being at least." Strum said with a smile as he looked around the club. It was good to see the not everyone in the city was more concerned with profit than they were with helping out the community.
"We had noticed you came here a few times based on your GPS positioner, so we thought this might be an easier place to meet at. Less suspicious than us showing up at your door as well." Strum added, no doubt answering some of Emma's questions about why they were at
Nevermind instead of her apartment.
The smile on Emma's face had barely faded. Life in Crescent City had been fun, though not as fun as PRCU had been. A little lonely too, seeing as she couldn't really full out bond with classmates and make friends.
"Hey, I've only been here..." The blond looked up, thinking. With her left hand she tapped in the air from right to left with her index finger, miming a count, as she mouthed the words 'one', and 'two'.
"Two times." At least two, as far as she could remember.
"But yeah, that makes sense, though," Emma glanced around the club,
"There probably could have been more quiet locations I could have come up with."
Shrugging she dropped the rest of it and looked back at the two.
"So they sent you here because of the increasing storm I take it." Emma said, trying to keep her voice down as much as possible.
"Yeah, Bran was originally under the impression it was just a young Hype whose powers had just come into being. However due to the consistent persistance of the storm and its increasing fury, we now believe there's something far more sinister at work." Aiden said answering Emma.
"Indeed, S.H.I.F.T. is hoping that my abilities will be able to counteract the other Hype. But we need to find someone first. There's another student from P.R.C.U. in Crescent City at the moment. A young man by the name of Jackson Noble, he was the team leader Team 33, or as you may know them 'Echo Squad'." Strum added.
"He took a car from the school, it was later discarded outside the city. Mr. Noble's family is from the area and his Aunt works with the local police. It's likely he's taken a vigilante like role within the city so he should turn up shortly. The media does love to slander Hyperhumans no matter their intentions." Turning as a young man walked towards them, Strum shot Aiden a look who simply shrugged before the man introduced himself as both the club owner and a friend of Emma's. Strum raised an eyebrow at Emma before extending his own hand.
Shrugging her shoulders was really the only response that Emma could give to him. Anything she said would just have sounded weird no doubt.
"Anthony Strum, I'm rather impressed with the work you're doing here Mr. Maddox."
"Wait," Aiden interjected as he looked Ewan up and down.
"Ewan Maddox? Front man of Extinguish/Ignite?"
With a chuckle, Ewan went to answer Aiden but Zebulun beat him to it.
"Yeah that's my Daddy, the rockstar." Suddenly Zeb shot Emma a dirty look before burying his face into Ewan's shoulder.
"As Zebby here said, yes I am indeed he mate." Ewan said shaking both their hands as Aiden leaned over to Emma and whispered in here ear.
"If you let me leave without an autograph I may never forgive you."
"You're a big boy, you can take care of that yourself." Emma whispered back.
"I'm more worried about what I did to that kid." She said referring to the look she had just received of Zebulun. Last she knew she hadn't done anything to upset him. She had waved at him, and that's it. Maybe he was angry that she had borrowed some of his mother's clothes?
"And I didn't even know he was famous."
It did at least explain why there was a sound studio upstairs. And all those instruments. But where had she seen that name that Aiden mentioned. She could have sworn she had seen it, on an album somewhere, but it wasn't on her iPod.
"Oh!" Suddenly the flash of a memory returned to her.
"Those were the albums we passed upstairs." Right, like that was the smartest thing she could have said.
"The actual albums are here? In this building?" Aiden asked incredously as he looked around hoping to get a glimpse of them.
"They're actually on another floor." Ewan said as he watched Aiden.
"If you have time, I could give you the tour."
Inside her pocket her phone buzzed. Automatically she pulled it out and looked at the screen. She had this nifty little app installed that gave a notification if there were emergencies nearby. With the weather at hand, it had gone off frequently enough, and often enough she just kinda ignored it. Most of it was just traffic problems, not really what she generally worried about.
This one was a mention about an accident as well.
She was just about ready to ignore it when she noticed the words bus and bridge. That combination didn't sound very good. she tapped the notification and read the remainder of the info.
"Oh gods." Emma muttered under her breath. There was a bus hanging over the edge of one of the major bridges in the city, and people were still inside. As noble and important as it was to get a move on to find Jackson and stop the storm, it wouldn't be right to just let people possibly plummet to their death.
"Guys." She turned her phone for others to see.
"There's a bus hanging over the edge of Tower Bridge. People are still trapped inside, and it looks like the authorities can't reach it at the moment."
"We'll need to intervene then." Strum said, not particularly caring if Ewan had questions. Worse came to worse they could always summon T.R. down from P.R.C.U. to wipe any memories Ewan had of them or Emma's cover being blown.
"Yo Boss!" Bryce's voice suddenly caught Ewan's attention.
"It's a good thing you're not at home right now. There's a plane trying to land over at the airport but the ice has covered the runway so there's no way to be sure the plane can land safely. They're evacuating the area as well as clearing a strip of highway for an alternative landing spot."
"That doesn't make any sense." Ewan yelled back.
"The roads are just as bad out there."
"Hey, it's our 'wonderful' mayor calling the shots not me!" Bryce replied as he turned his attention back to the broadcast playing behind the bar.
"We'd be best to split up." Aiden said turning to Emma and Strum.
"You and Strum go to the bus, I'll head up to Kilbride."
"We only have one vehicle Aiden and I doubt we have time to have you drop us off or vice versa." Strum protested.
Emma had gone back to reading the information about the happening and searched online if she could find any other vital information. So far, nothing really popped up. You'd think more information would be known with the whole 'everyone's connected to the internet' era.
"We can't just..." Aiden began before Ewan spoke over him. Aiden's voice seemed to disappear from his throat as Ewan calmly interjected himself into their conversation.
"Not to eavesdrop, but I can get him to Kilbride while you two do whatever it is you think you can do." Ewan had recognized these two as some sort of military from the moment they had walked in. Strum's posture in particular gave it away. Considering the happenings in the city, it was likely they were with S.H.I.F.T., or at least that was Ewan's best guess based on the information his grandfather had told him.
"Normally I'd argue about involving a civilian but I fear time is not in our best interest. At least promise me you'll be leaving the child behind." Strum said.
"I'm almost offended that was a concern there mate." Ewan replied.
"Puts my mind at ease some." Strum replied before turning to Aiden and Emma.
"Aiden go with Mr. Maddox, Emma, you're with me." He ordered as the group divided and headed towards their respective vehicles. Aiden following Ewan and Zebulun while Strum motioned for Emma to follow him to the truck.
Upon hearing her name Emma looked up.
"Yes sir." She replied, falling back in her training. It almost felt like the 'good old days'. Heading out with the team, or part of the team.
She had kind of missed half the conversation in which Ewan ended up driving for Aiden. It wasn't till Aiden followed Ewan instead of Anthony and herself that it dawned on her. If they split up, they couldn't go in the same vehicle.
For a moment she wanted to speak up and ask why he was joining Aiden, instead of letting Aiden use the car that she had arrived in, but that would indicate that she hadn't been paying attention, and that wasn't exactly a good idea either.
Once in the car Emma addressed the matter of the bridge.
"There's something strange going on there. There are no reports other than the one off of the traffic cams. No 911 calls, no videos. It's like it's not really happening." She put her phone away.
It puzzled her, but they'd just have to wait for answers till they got there. For now, she summoned the biggest book one probably ever had seen and flipped started flipping through it.
"They must have a jammer of some kind." Strum replied to Emma.
"Either that or this weather has knocked everything out over there." Driving in an out of traffic, the large engine roared as Strum expertly steered the vehicle towards the blinking location on the truck's nav display. Despite being prepared for the mayhew, he still let out a grunt of surprise as he skidded the vehicle to a halt, a traffic pile up blocking his way onto the bridge.
"Suppose this is why we have feet." Strum muttered climbing out of the truck. Disengaging the holographic cloak on his Hyperhuman Combat suit to conserve power to the inbedded augmentations, Strum quickly checked his weapon before motioning to Emma to cover his flank. Climbing over the cars, Strum saw the bus teetering over the edge and the gang surrounding it. His eyes widened as he realized what the gang was doing as a jeep rammed into the back of the bus. The sound of grinding metal echoing across the open air as the bus inched further forward.
"Emma, get that tranq rifle you love so much. Take down the gunmen surrounding the bus. I'm going for the driver!" Summoning the winds around him, Strum launched into the air towards the jeep. Directing a bolt of lightning towards the engine. The vehicle's tire proved a successful enough ground to ward off most of the damage.
Upon Strum's instruction a wicked grin spread clear across her face. In her hands the biggest tranquilizer rifle available appeared.
"Oh yeah." Emma mused. Now if only these tranqs came in in machine gun form, that would have been even better.
She made haste to a good position to take out the gunmen. Her clothing faded out, leaving her in her vigilante outfit. Normally she'd bring up one of her masks but she needed every bit of sight that she had in order to take the perfect shot, so she left it. Another time, another day.
"Should have saw that coming." Strum muttered as he summoned more wind and slammed into the vehicle using the air as a pillow to cushion the blow against himself and increase his area of effect on the jeep. Lifting into the air, the jeep toppled onto its side coming to a screeching halt as the majority of the gunmen turned their attention to Strum. Several however forced open the rear door of the bus and climbed inside.
Right around the time that most of the gunmen took notice of Strum, Emma took the first one out.
"One down, 7 to go." She hadn't caught the exact number of people, but it seemed like that was roughly the right amount. One thing she knew for sure, she'd need another set of darts to take them all out. Or hope that they surrendered before she ran out. Otherwise there was always the fun of punching someone's lights out. Did the trick too.
A movement in the skies above the bridge, that wasn't Strum, caught her attention. A figure flying the air. Great, a Hype. She aimed her rifle at him. At this point she couldn't determine if he belonged to the guys with the jeep, or was a vigilante of sorts. He sure didn't look like a S.H.I.F.T. agent. Deciding not to shoot him out of the air, yet, she aimed for a different guy on the ground that seemed intent on testing out his weapon against Strum's suit.
One shot later and he was sleeping like a baby.