Sunset
Zuna Sector, Slumside
Gregory, Peter, and John, having chosen the location for their havoc-wreaking, would find themselves on the bad end of Zuna Sector. Whether they were just passing through or this was in truth their ultimate destination was irrelevant. Presently, all that could be seen for some distance were rows of old warehouses, storage units, and assorted scrap heaps. All the facades were rusted with time and disuse, and they'd be lucky if one streetlight in ten functioned correctly. Though the sun was only just setting, the shadowed surroundings impeded visibility even here.
It was oddly quiet- the only discernible sounds were the dripping of filthy water from the bent roof of a nearby building, and their footsteps as they walked along the street itself. If they weren't careful, a misplaced tread could place them ankle-deep in rancid water from any one of numerous potholes in the asphalt. It would seem that this area had been abandoned for a long time- even the squatters and the junkies knew how to find better residence. Occasionally, a rat skittered across their path, freakishly large for such a creature but not aggressive.
Unbeknownst to both groups, MortixCorp Patrol 43 was approaching the same area, from the other direction. This was not exactly where Enigma's calculations had predicted the rebels would strike, but it was close in the sense of distance. Still, the eerie silence of the place would make all but super-powered attempts at stealth an exercise in futility. There was no question the groups would meet, only when and how.
With a group of protesters in front of an ancillary Mortix building.
As it turned out, Alan and Eliot would have just missed their target by a matter of minutes, and the man in question well knew it. He had left his address with the man leading the rally- well, not his address, but one where he could be found. Attempting to follow it would lead the two men to a decent condominium in the old Verciamo Sector, formerly run by Verciamo, Inc, a reputable manufacturer of luxury furniture. These days, local citizens paid their protection dues to a woman named Sarah Mitchell- not that this was much different from the story elsewhere.
Waiting for the unwitting Insurrection members would be an ambush of three Supers- the man who Freya Mortix had planted in the protests as a lure, who was a telekinetic of moderate skill, a woman in her mid-thirties with a stern expression who had earned her place in the corporation by being a very competent shadowmancer, and a half-wild ex-convict shapeshifter of no more than twenty-six. Of course, the only obvious tell in the group of them was the shapshifter's tendency to look at most people as though he actually wanted to eat them- and he most certainly did.
Hellsing Park
When Gene, Charlie, and any possible last-minute additions to the mission arrived at Hellsing park, they would find it rather full- mostly of old people taking walks before dinner or families packing up after an afternoon spent enjoying the weather. There was also a Mortix patrol in the area, but nothing out of the ordinary there- yet.
MortixCorp HQ
As it turned out, one of the men on the scene earlier that day was able to retrieve the cell phone Smith had been using, but even Enigma would be unable to find any numbers or names stored within it, for there had been absolutely none. The camera footage would give a general direction of retreat, but anything else would have to wait until the team in the field was able to report.