The elevator door would open with a soft "ping", and as Havok arrived at the penthouse, the true party would begin. Throbbing music, groups of two shaking, drunks passed out on numerous pieces of furniture and counter tops scattered throughout the space.
"Party fuckin' party" Havok managed, swinging the door open; coat slung over his arm while his keys sat stuck in the door. Havok was hardly noticed as he wedged his way through the throngs of people, brushing past men groping women, women groping men, and wavering hands going near places they never should be allowed to go in public. It sickened Havok, yet this is what living the good-life was. Parties, women, cars, booze, anything that made life better.
"Yo' yo'! Hav'! Man you have to meet this bitch I foun' for you man -- " A deep, booming voice pulled at him; he quickly turned, having to squirm to avoid a Latina as she pressed one lucky man's hand down her top. Havok couldn't resist at smiling at the look on the man's face. He was pretty damn lucky, getting a feel in Havok's House.

Dorian was a tall, stern man. He was a punk, though; that sideways hat, those drooping clothes that barely clung to his lithe brown torso, he hated how that man dressed. Havok reached out a hand through the throngs, and clasped his friends own palm in his. The two bringing themselves closer together by using each others body weight to glide through the sea of moving bodies.
"Man, Dorian. I told you, that 'bitches' shit ain't for me." He joked, patting his hand on the mans back; he would have to lean inward to talk completely to Dorian, who would only smile and rock his hand back and forth as Havok declined his invitation to meet a woman. He'd done it before, Havok was never really the type to attempt to get his dick wet every day.
"Man, Hav'. I ain't takin' no for an answer this time!" He tugged on his shoulder primitively; Havok rolling his eyes as Dorian guided the two of them through the pulsating wave of grooving bodies.
"Was this party your fuckin' deal? I don't want these people in my fuckin' house!" Havok grimaced angrily, though he was always happy to have company; anything to further his reputation, he'd have to draw the line at thirteen parties in two weeks.
"Man, you ain't seen smokin' until you seen this girl, Hav'!" Dorian continued, leading Havok down a hallway which would inevitably lead him to his kitchen. Upon seeing scattered bottles, and a couple lip-locking in off into a corner, Havok would protest.
"Dorian -- god dammit, you brought all these people into my fuckin' house you little sun -- " Havok retorted, Dorian rounding the corner; Havok in toe and suddenly his eyes fell upon the woman leaning against the counter.
" -- Sunva-- hello ... " He stopped, wrenching his shoulder from the grip of Dorian as he stepped aside and leaned against the cold steel of a refrigerator.





Some women have looks, and some women have personalities. But 'looks' is what Havok was reveling in now.
"Hell yeah. I tol' you man. She's got -- "
"Dorian, shut the hell up." Havok pointed, shifting a small glance over to his friend before fixating his gaze upon the view of the newly introduced woman.
"I ... You ... " He minced, hearing a soft laugh escape her. Havok could easily feel the woman's calm blue eyes looking him over. He looked dressed for the occasion, if by occasion you mean seizure of a Power-plant, and all around control of the city. Yeah, he was prepared.
"Hi ... See you've got a party going on." She offered, a soothing; far-call voice than the ones he had heard yelling and screaming back at the Reactor.
"What? Oh, yeah ... This is ... my house." He responded clumsily, beginning to scold himself for his own stupidity in a moments notice.
" ... Yeah." She offered, cocking an eyebrow at his clumsiness. Havok would have to act quick, he wasn't a total screw-up; he'd just need to get his head on his shoulders.
"Yeah ... " He continued, sending one glance toward Dorian, then another back to the woman as he aimed a slight finger, attempting to garner a name.
"Catherine" She said, Havok instantly chronicling the name into the extensive data bank of names and numbers he kept in his skull. Matching a delicate face
"Catherine, alright. That's great -- me and Dorian have to talk." He grunted, sending a soft scowl toward him before smiling brightly toward her.

"Talk? Man you five feet from gettin' pu -- " He had little time to finish the complete sentence before Havok was pulling him into the hallway; collar grasped as Catherine took a single step, almost following the two men.
"Alright ... Nice to meet you." She offered quietly before returning to a small bottle of white liquor.



"Alright, despite the fact that you completely fucked with me back there -- " Havok scowled, pushing Dorian against the wall, Dorian let a laugh escape as he raised his hands in an attempt to calm him down.
"All in good laugh, man. All in good laughs."
"Man -- you fuck me like that again and I'll throw you out the window."
"Hold, Hav' ... sheesh."
"You got any new shit for me?"
"Aw hell yeah, dog. You was sayin' you wantin' some new guns?"
"Yeah ... "
"I heard we got some new guys comin' in from outside."

The office was expansive, large. White tiles plastered along the ground that covered a massive single floor, an elegant core of commerce, information, and power. The group of twelve men had seized the two story building that served as the Mayor's office rather easily; heck, it was flat out a cake walk. Breaking through the barricades and loose ECPD Guards that had chosen to remain loyal to the Mayor was a relative breeze, those who did indeed show their "patriotism" to the Mayor were brought to their knees in a hail of gunfire. Those who resisted through force were inevitably overwhelmed and murdered for their defiance of "The Regime".

Dorian was the first to claim a kill in the ensuing gunfight in the lobby. A group of them, twelve, were prepared and waiting; rifles aimed and leveled on the elevators. Their training would serve them poorly, trained only to handle small-caliber handguns and the likes. Havok, though, was prepared. Toting a powerful 6.8mm MagPul Masada, Havok would prepare the weapon and release his volley of covering fire as his cohorts rushed from the elevator that could soon turn into a bullet-riddled deathtrap.


Moving from the confines of the elevator to behind a pillar, his volume of fire diminishing as he did; the revolutionary would be pinned to his small space of cover from ECPD Officers and their last ditch attempts to stem the flood of revolutionaries, denying them their victory of seizing the mayor. Havok had no time to waste in dispatching them; as the remainder of the group formed behind respective pieces of cover that would provide them a substantial protection against the actions of the ECPD, while giving them the ability to fire back.
"D, I want the fucking Mayor!" Havok commanded bitterly, only stopping to bring his rifle up and fire ,several rounds pumping from the weapon. He would be met with a returning volley.


The defense would fall quickly, and with it, the last attempts to protect the mayor.
"Blow this fuckin' door." Havok commanded, stopping momentarily as a man stood in front of the door, a tube slung over his shoulder and aiming toward the dead center of the door. In a massive discharge of smoke, a small explosive shattered the door; and the remaining Revolutionaries quickly flooded into the room. Weapons aimed toward a man sprawled across a desk, blood oozing from the mans numerous small cuts and wounds that scarred his body.






Havok held the Mayor by the gruff of the neck, pushing him up against the desk; his hands wrapped around Havok's wrists in an attempt to wrench himself free from the psychopaths death grip.
"You sonuvabitch!" He grunted, trying to send a wayward punch toward his assailant.
"Sorry ... you've had your time to make it in this world." Havok crooned angrily, bearing teeth toward the man. An overcoming sense of fear evident in the Mayor's eyes as Havok raised his arm in a move to strike the leader of the once proud city of Enigma. With a soft click, a blade erupted from within Havok's own wrist; the blade splicing into the air, shimmering in brilliance and terror.
"What're you gonna' do Havok, turn the city around?!" The Mayor clambered, struggling with him as he saw the blade deploy, and his arm raise to finish him.
"I'll do a better job you ever could've done!" He offered, raising his hand higher; reveling in the look of terror playing across the Mayors face. Hardly noticing a small, square device beside the Mayor's hand.
"You can't do shit for Enigma now, Havok! It'll just fall apart on you!" He protested, wrenching one hand upward to grip his blade-arm in an attempt to prolong his ending; compensating for this, Havok began to drag the blade closer and closer to it's inevitable target.
"No! Havok! You can't control the city anymore!"


In an instant, the blade was dug into the man; ripping through clothing and flesh to puncture his rib cage. In one foul swoop, the mans heart was skewered within a blade. A spout of blood rushing from the open wound and scarring the blade in a viscous film of red; blood rushing from a gaping mouth and spilling onto clothing as the man took his final breathes of life.
"Don't worry, I'll take much better care of the city." Havok offered.

"Bravo Havoc ... Bravo" He heard Ramsey jest, with a grin, Havok pushed the mans body aside and off of the desk. The useless husk of flesh falling to the ground with a meaty, thick clunk; a viscous rope of blood leaving the wound and hanging in the air before meeting the body on the floor. With a smile, Havok turned his attention toward a video camera mounted in the corner of the room. Obviously Ramsey had once again worked his magicians magic, being everywhere yet nowhere.
"Eye in the Sky ... " He returned, waving a single hand toward the camera; Ramsey always had a knack for tuning in to see Havok's plays.
"Havoc, change of plans! All you need to do now is bring up the Mayor's CITICOMM Controls on his desktop, and cut power to a few sections." He heard Ramsey command, Havok gave a small nod at the order; not particularly taking much liking to the tone. Havok would play the game.
"You got it. Eye." He joked, turning toward a rather bulky computer that sat on the mayors desk; the soft white covering of the rear was spattered with a light trail of blood, must've come from the gauntlet blade.
"CITICOMM ... I've worked with it before." He spoke, an attempt to reassure Ramsey. As he spoke, he pointed toward Dorian, his Co-Commander was adorned in a light ballistic vest; as were many others of the group. With a whistle, the Revolutionaries would secure the destroyed doorway. Assuming guard positions, Havok would round the desk, and pull the screen of the computer closer. Stopping momentarily to swat away the small cinder block-like object; barely noticing the flashing red light that signified that radio's operation.

"Access granted ... Ramsey, we're in." He commented before typing several more keys into a small command prompt that sat in the corner of the screen.
"Alright, once your have it up, cut power to Sections 377, 378, and disable the routing node in section 390; That should take out the power to the rest of the areas. Codes for override are: "Buffalo", with four "f"s and two "l"s, and "Kalinka" Ramsey continued, Havok nodding in affirmation and beginning to type into the prompt. With a winking green light, the process booted and rapidly set about detailing the extensive power grid that powered numerous sectors of the city. Havok knew for all intents and purposes what these sections hid, what they held within them; but it was something Havok would have to sacrifice.

"Understood Rams' ... Buf-f-f-f-al-l-o" He murmured, typing and speaking to himself as he watched several lines; small green rods extending and turning at angles that notified a good energy connection, die and quickly turn red as power failed in their given sectors. Typing the next passcode, another swath of energy would be sliced from the cities numerous sectors and provinces in one foul key stroke. Grinning in vengeance, Havok gave a wink toward the camera, clicked his tongue, and pointed his finger.
"Power sliced, Ramsey. Now, what you got for me?"