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[BCOLOR=transparent]Where Angels Go, Demons Follow[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The sun slowly fell down behind the horizon, painting the water a dark shade of orange that could be only enjoyed by the eyes of those without evil inside of them. Phil looked down on the water through the window of the armory, the room with all of his weapons, gadgets and alternate suits, and suits he was working on. He shook his head and turned his back. He walked over to the round table in the middle of the room that had his bag of knives and hand held weapons laid out across. He didn't want to use guns or any fatal weapons, but times had changed since he first started in this business. The rise of armed robberies and murders had caused Phil to be a bit more armed when going on patrol, and fearing for his team. He ran his hand through his long hair, sitting down in the chair nearest to him. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]The team's main headquarters was an old warehouse that his father used to own, and passed down to Phil when he moved away because of his promotion. Instead of keeping the warehouse open and running, he decided that it would make a great headquarters for his team, especially since it was private property. It was a rather large warehouse, making it easy for there to be multiple rooms for use by the team. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The recent worrying about his team had made Phil start to worry about his strength. Earlier he struggled with a two ton barbell that he had made himself. He usually had no problem with two tons, but it was starting to seem like the more invested he was in his team, the more mentally weak he was getting. He sighed and tugged at his hair, He picked up a hatchet he had bought at a wal-mart a while ago and threw it at one of his gun cabinets, watching it break the metal and get stuck inside of the door. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As quiet as the evening had been, a sudden metal 'clang' rang down the halls of the warehouse which made Irina jump up, startled right out of her daze from reading a book. She had finished sparring only about an hour ago and had decided to read a book after shower.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Confused as to what had happened, the dark haired woman shimmied into a hoodie and began to walk down the bare halls over to where the source of the sound had come from. Phil's room. Using her telekinesis, Irina felt around the room before knocking on the door, trying to find out if there was anything out of place or if there was any imminent danger, finally sighing after a brief moment when she felt everything was in place. Everything except for a hatched sticking out of a cabinet. Rolling her eyes, Irina lifted a hand and made a quick jerking motion, causing the hatchet to be pulled out of the cabinet with a bit of force. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"I don't think property damage is the best way to solve whatever issues you have.. Unless the issue is with the property itself." Irina had taken it upon herself to walk inside the room, speaking as she made her way through the door, her accent as prominent as ever. She smiled at Phil as the hatchet hovered over back to a table and was set down, her green eyes never leaving his. "Is everything okay? You interrupted a good book about witches and wizards." Irina's tone was playful as she teased Phil, hoping to lift his spirits a bit.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Having heightened senses would have been an asset to Phil, that way he would have been able to tell that Irina was at the door before his weapon mysteriously lifted itself from it's resting spot and floated over to him at the table. "Hello, Irina."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The team, at this point, hadn't been too big. Just Phil, Irina and a few other members had made up the team. That being said, they were a very good team. They might not have been The Justice League quite yet, they were more like Justice Forever from the Kick Ass universe. Phil enjoyed having a small amount of people on the team because it felt like a small family. But with the rising number of supers that have been showing up, Phil knew that he would be having to add some new members. Not everybody could handle their powers the way that these people in the team did, and he knew that eventually there would be some people who could have been considered villains. That organization, D.O.G. did not feel like the good guys that they claimed to be. Phil had a really bad feeling about them. He just wanted to find their main headquarters and figure out what exactly is going on that he didn't know about. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The hatchet placed itself gently on the table where it originally was. Phil looked down at the hatchet, then up at the door as Irina walked in. Phil reached across the small table to the other chair and pulled it out for her to sit down on. "I've just got some shit on my mind." Phil said, letting out a small half smile as he listened to her attempts. "I wish these powers came with an instruction manual, you know? These abilities are just..coming and going, they will work and then stop before I know it. Remember that robbery last week where I had to hold the second floor up from the main room because of the explosives they used? I almost couldn't hold it up. That would normally be a breeze for me."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]As Phil spoke, Irina made her way to the small table where he sat, taking a seat in the chair that he had just pulled out. She listened intently at what the young man said, frowning a bit as she heard his concerns. "These abilities are foreign, in a way. Or at least they once were. It has been years, more than a decade, since I discovered mine, but I continue to try and learn about them." She did not know how to comfort others, so to comfort someone who was more like a leader to the team that she was in was even worse. It might have helped if she thought of him as someone that she confided in, but Irina could not get over the fact that they worked together. In her mind, professionalism never mixed in with emotions. No matter what kind they were; Anger, sadness, happiness. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"It helps when I clear my mind," she finally said as she looked back over to Phil. Her eyes had wandered around the room, scanning it and taking note of small details as she always did. "Have you tried that?"[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]A sigh escaped Phil's throat as he stood up. He walked over to his window that overlooked the water and leaned against his hands that were being pushed up against the window sill. He shook his head and once again ran his hand through his rather long hair. The sky was darkening, meaning that it would be time to start getting ready for patrol soon. Patrol, that was something he had been worrying about. What if something big happened during patrol? What if they come face to face with a not-so-nice super? His mind was racing, and his concerns were growing. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Clearing my mind?" He called over his shoulder. "I have far too much on my mind to clear it. You ever try managing a team while still keeping your personal life in tact?" Then again, Phil never really had a personal life. Not since he started putting on the mask and cape, at least. Personal relationships would very much get in his way.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Irina frowned as she heard Phil speak. As much as she tried to push all emotion away, a feeling of sadness and some guilt washed over her at the moment that the young man asked his question. Whether it was rhetorical or not, Irina did not know, but she still answered with a quiet voice, "No. I haven't."[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The dark haired woman stood up from her chair and sighed quietly, almost as if sighing inwardly. "Be patient and keep an open mind. It helped me." With that said, the woman walked out of the room with her mind deep in thought, looking back at the life she had before she had joined the small team. Keeping up personal relationships was never easy when one's abilities were as unreliable as a weather forecast. While deep in thought, Irina made her way back into her own room, where she began to get ready for the night ahead of them.[/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The night seemed to want to start early that night. As Phil's eyes wandered over the water, helicopters flew past the building. There had to have been at least a dozen, maybe around fifteen, twenty even? Phil couldn't keep count of them all, they just kept flying past. One hovered in front of the gate of the hideout. Phil watched as a rather large, at least 6'5, well built man dropped out of the helicopter and smash into the ground. His arms and legs were visibly made of steel, and he had what looked like a jet pack attached to his back. On either side, two average height men dropped. They were each wearing helmets that covered their faces, they reminded Phil of Optimus Prime from the Michael Bay Transformers movies. They were holding really large, science fiction looking rifles in their iron hands, and they were clearly ready to cause trouble. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Phil instantly had his helmet on as he saw the scene playing through his his window. He quickly dressed, then hit the alarm beside his door. Every room had an alarm system, and a button. It was a way for the factory workers to alert everyone of an emergency happening, which was very useful for alerting the team whenever crime was breaking out. Phil put two holsters on his belt, and filled them with a Beretta 99, just in case he needed them. Now in Nightwatcher form, he ran out of his room, down the hall and pounded on Irina's door. "Let's go, emergency!" And with that, he was down the stairs. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Nightwatcher ran into the main clearing, which was being set up as a weight and training room. He was headed towards the main doors when they burst open, followed by a 6'5 behemoth flying in, knocking Phil into a large weight rack using his massive fist. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]Alarms or not, Irina knew that trouble was brewing. Just as she had finished getting ready, and was in the mindset of Mindlink, the silence around her was disrupted by not only the sound of helicopters but an alarm as well. She took little to no time to push open the door to her room with her mind as she lifted herself off of the ground. The woman flew out of the room as fast as possible and began to follow Phil into the nearest door. By the time she had gotten there though, Phil had already been knocked into a weight rack and the men had begun to come into the warehouse. Irina glared at the newcomers from the level above, quickly lifting the weights that Phil had crashed into and throwing them right back at the men. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent] Irina's ability wasn't the best in the house, but she did what she could to help those in need. Her mind quickly created a spherical sort of force field around Phil while he recovered from the blow. If bullets were shot, she'd be able to 'feel' them and slow them down before getting anywhere near Phil. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]The Nightwatcher blinked a few times, and looked at the spinning ceiling. He shook his head and got up, groggy and dazed, and cracked his knuckles. "Not in my house." He muttered as he walked out of the area that the field protected. He watched as one of the flying weights crashed into one of the three cybernetics. Phil needed a plan, some sort of plan. It seemed that the other members of the team weren't in yet, so it was up to Irina and himself to protect the headquarters. Phil took a few steps towards the trio of men. One of them approached Phil with the butt of his gun raised, which resulted in Phil lunging forward with a cocked arm, his fist ending up in the man's chest. The man flew across the room, and crashed into the wall. The soldier that got hit by the weight slowly got up, showing a relentless need to take down the two supers. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]"Irina!" Phil shouted before he jumped forward. As soon as he felt himself leave the ground and keep going, he knew that she realized what he was attempting to do. Phil approached the target and gave him a nice scissor kick, the tips of his toes making their way into the soft spot of the armor; the gap between the helmet and the chest piece. Phil didn't need to kick off, because he went flying right towards the bigger guy, who swooped him up out of the air by his arm. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]'This must be some sort of invasion.' Phil thought, as he attempted to figure out what was going on. 'The invasion has begun.'[/BCOLOR]