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Veil

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a character in “Earth's Greatest Heroes”, as played by Magnificent.Bastard

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When the World is under attack by forces that regular men cannot withstand, it has to call upon the Atlas Society, the group of superheroes that are holding up the world.

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"Don't go looking into things that don't concern you. That's my job."




Image{ FULL NAME }
Viviann Annatova
{ AGE }
20
{ PROFESSION }
Hacker/Cracker, Freelance coder and Internet Security Tester
{ FACE CLAIM }
Lucy Hale



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Veil stands at 5'4", which is approximately the average height of someone her age in America.

{ WEIGHT }
The last time that Veil weighed herself, she found that she weighed in at around 110lbs.
{ TATTOOS }
She has circuit sleeves on her arms and legs with the wiring nice magenta color. She also has QR tattoos on her neck and wrists that if followed will send the user to a link that will cause the computer to download some of Veils more insidious viruses.



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{ LIKES }
Veil is a fan of all things related to computers and modern technology. Her favourite things to do on a computer involve the art of coding, where she creates her own systems and programs and hacking into multiple security systems and leaving 'helpful' reviews for the people who created such a system. She is also a big fan of having her own freedom, and is a big supporter for such a thing. She couldn't imagine a world without freedom, and chooses to fight those who would want to see such a thing gone. Solitude is a big thing for her, as she likes to feel safe and out of reach, preferring to be a ghost and helping people from far away than actually fighting people and saving lives on the ground. Silence is another thing she likes, as the feeling of no-one knowing who she is and where she is makes her feel strong and powerful. Finally, she loves the feeling of being absolutely untouchable, as it makes her feel like she is invincible and that nothing can stop her if she wants to do something.

{ DISLIKES }
Veil hates the liars and bullies in the world, as she feels that there is no point in lying to someone because she believes that the truth will come out eventually, even if someone finds out or you tell the truth yourself. She also hates bullies because of her own traumatic experiences when she was a child, and feels that no one should go through what she went through. She also isn't a fan of swearing because she feels that people that aren't intelligent use swearing and sarcasm to get their point across, while intelligent people do not have to use such means. Finally, she hates the Government because she knows that they are intentionally keeping secrets that could benefit the whole of humanity and society if they were publicly released, and feels that the Government are liars and bullies for the way that they treat people.

{ FEARS }
Veil's only fear is that she doesn't want people she doesn't know finding out about her and finding her. She does not want this because if someone finds out who she is, she knows that she has failed in her attempts in her job, and that she would have to go underground and restart her whole network once again with new aliases and identities, and after this, it would be clear that her whole attempts to help people would be in vain.



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{ PERSONALITY }
Veil is a introvert of a high degree, which means that she is someone who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It's not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it's just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them. Also, Veil has an inferiority complex, which makes her have an unrealistic feeling of inadequacy caused by actual or supposed inferiority, which is sometimes marked by aggressive behavior in compensation. As well as that, Veil suffers from paranoid delusions and believes that spies are everywhere, watching her, waiting for her to make a move that would reveal her to be the hacker they are looking for. She has strong trust issues that never really go away even for those that may consider her a friend. She is arrogant when it comes to her skills and believes her ability makes her closer to a goddess.


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{ HISTORY }
When she was a child, the young girl that is Viviann Annatova was not pretty nor was she ugly, but that didn't stop the other kids making fun of her. Her entire middle school life revolved around the hatred that her classmates, especially the other girls in the school, had for her. They ridiculed her, laughed at her, called her horrible things and threw insults her way. They hated her because they knew that she was as beautiful as them, but did not have their ideologies and belief in being the best. This bullying continued for entire year until she stopped going to the middle school where everything had happened, instead beginning to be taught at home by her mother and father. This continued all the way through to what should have been her high school years, leaving the young Annatova girl with barely any friends in the real world. During these she took in interest in computers and the internet as she could experience the world from her very room. Her interest soon managed to become her passion and she fell head-first into the world of hacking, coding and designing programs. As she got to know and learn from those that were there before her, she took it all in a like a sponge. Her memory was impeccable and she seemed to have a knack for it.

For her parents, watching their daughter grow and develop into the woman she is now wasn't as difficult as they perhaps would have thought it would be. On the outside, she appeared to be focusing on being a programmer/web page designer, which was more than they hoped for from their daughter. So, they left their child to her own devices, knowing that this was an area of expertise they knew nothing about.

Her skills increased in leaps and bounds in a short period of time. She quickly discovered that she had an ability but she kept it secret from her friends and family knowing that such information could be dangerous. So she created a group called S3v3N V3ILs. And under this group she pretended to be seven different expert hackers, each going by a moniker of one of the 7 colors of the rainbow spectrum: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. It was also a play on the Story of the Seven Veils which led to rumors that all members were female.



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{ POWER }
Technopathy: User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking
Cyber Mind:The user has a computer-like consciousness, which grants several abilities, although, since this power is personal and internal, ones that mostly affect only the user.
Hacking Intuition:The user knows instinctively how to hack through difficult mainframes of information and bypass intensively difficult levels of online security. The user can also hack the systems of incredibly complex devices and weapons to aid them in various situations

{ STRENGTHS }
Veil is a very dedicated person. She will not stop until she has mastered the skills she wishes to learn, and will quickly complete any jobs given to her to by someone.

{ WEAKNESSES }
Has zero combat experience. Due to her power she has trouble expressing emotions as her world revolves around logic and paranoia.


So begins...

Veil's Story

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Shadow Isle Federal Penitentiary. Built upon an island off the coast of New York City, it had been created to house the extremely dangerous criminals, insane lunatics and genetically-enhanced mutants that had been unlucky enough to be captured by their Government. This prison was created as an answer to the US’ criminal problems, and was highly regarded as the safest and highly-protected prison in the entire world.

But nothing is safe for ever.

In the dead of the night Police helicopters and speedboats rapidly approached the Shadow Isle, cloaked in midnight darkness. The helicopter searchlights led the way towards the Penitentiary, where smoke rose into the sky from multiple places. The Police were closely flanked by multiple media helicopters owned by different news stations, who were eager to get their hands on a nice, juicy story to fill the ears of their beloved audience with..

But the Police Boats and Helicopters were only carrying the reinforcements, as already on the beach and landing pads were multiple S.W.AT. Teams and American Special Forces units, who were talking to their superiors and team leaders through different radio channels, barking orders at one another and trying to organize a plan while the whole Island went to hell.

The entire Island had erupted into uncontrollable chaos. Fire raged from every window, screams, shouts and laughter burst from every open orifice and multiple explosions had been set off throughout the night. Prisoners had escaped through breaches in the walls and attacked the police officers down on at the beach, causing more injuries to the attacking force. From what the media helicopters can gather from their position, a fair number of inmates, police officers and prison guards had already been killed by multiple things, but all of them killed maliciously and with a clear, cold-blooded intent.

The media helicopters, not wanting to give up despite the obvious danger below them, circled around the Island once more, showing better, more convincing angles with their cameras for the viewers watching at home, who were watching with anxiety and bated breath. This horrific event had caught the eye of the whole nation, and no-one knew what they could do to help. The cameras also show the extensive damage caused by the prisoners and, perhaps, the men or man that had broken into the prison. There are multiple broken walls and windows on the ground floor, as well as more on each floor, as well as lots of fallen debris and wiring coming out of gaping holes.

The whole of Shadow Isle is wrecked, dangerous and too risky to survey.

Back in the air, one media helicopter, hoping for a brilliant picture for their viewers at home, dropped its altitude and hovered too far down into one of the courtyards of the prison, and soon caught the eye of the inmates. The helicopter was then assaulted with bricks, bottles and broken glass, whatever the criminals can get their hands on basically, in an attempt to bring down the helicopter and cause more chaos. The pilot of the vehicle struggled to maintain control of his bird, and the helicopter began to lose altitude and crash towards the ground. The camera team, some of whom had already been seriously injured by the debris thrown at them, threw themselves from the vehicle as crashed down into the shallow water near the beach, most of the being killed from the impact, their bodies strewn around the wreckage in a horrific manner.

Police scrambled to the scene, hoping to rescue the men from the wreckage and the news reporter that was in there as well, but were unable to do so once the wreckage caught fire, leaving the squad of officers to back away as it erupted into flames. The other media helicopters, seeing this disastrous event, began to pull out from the scene, and began to simply commentate on what was happening from a safe distance.

On a particular helicopter that was heading to the one of the prison’s few free landing pads was Commissioner Alan Norman, the Chief of Police at the NYPD. The man was desperately communicating with various S.W.A.T. and Special Forces team leaders to try and maintain a calm situation and transmit orders to them, although some of his orders seemed to be lost in translation and forgotten over the loud explosions and shouting.

A perimeter was already set up around the prison on multiple floors, with S.W.A.T. teams ready to breach the doors and enter the buildings in an attempt to save injured inmates and contain the uncontrollable and mutated ones. Norman stepped off the helicopter in a rush, his trench-coat blowing in the breeze and the wind caused by the helicopter’s rotor blades, and looked around the scene. The reinforcement helicopters he had brought with him were now in position, and with his word, began to rappel more Special Forces teams into the prison, whilst S.W.A.T. burst through the doors and began to clear the buildings room by room.

This was a defining moment in America’s history for years to come, the moment where the world first saw those that would become…
The Atlas Society.

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Before anything was going wrong at the penitentiary, Veil had worked her magic once again and was having a nice texting conversation with an inmate known as "O". He was an old man with a jolly spirit. His power was something that made him dangerous but also allowed him to save lives. Sadly though he had a history prior to gaining his powers. He was the Right Hand in one of the largest Biker gangs in America. He had retired before the abilities manifested but due to his excitement as well as inexperience with the ability led him accidentally yet severely injure a group of men that were trying to make a name for themselves. Sadly two of them died and when it was discovered that he had an ability as well as prior convictions they didn't ask any questions and sent him to the prison.

He had little to work due to his prestigious position, his bear like size and strength, as well as his ability. Prisoners and Guards gave showed him respect and those that didn't wound up in the prison hospital on the verge of death, but due to his new found control none have yet to die.

Veil had broken into the Prison's mainframe and started to make it yet another home for her codes. She had always been fascinated by others like her. Her power was almost a personification of her life. She hacked further and deeper until she had access to all the security cameras and prison doors She could easily let them or make sure they stayed in forever, but before she decided to do such a thing she began reading up on every prisoner tht was being held ,as well digging into all their pasts, at the same time. She started making a check list of those she found interesting and those she didn't. She didn't like those tht hurt people for fun and it was during this search that she found "O". A 54 year old man. Divorced twice with five kids total ranging from 21 -30. None apparently showed signs of abilities. His ability was that of manipulating Air itself.

It was minutes before everything went to hell. O was telling Veil about his amateur surfing career when one of Veil's Security AIs notified her that there was an anomaly and a few cameras had been tampered with.

"O, " Veil interrupted. "Is there anything going on there, I being told that cameras are starting to go down in certain areas. Is there anything that's off?"

"Well now that you mention it. The guard shifts are a little awkward tonight. They seem to be running behind schedule or something."

"O, I have to look things up real quick." Veil stated as her AI's sent shortcuts to the camera feeds of where past schedules had changed. Her AI's did good work. She was rather pleased with her creations she usually typed for aesthetic reasons but since he ws in a hurry she simply focused on the three custom made laptops in front of her and entered her commands mentally and all three were running at top speeds where even some of the best hackers would have trouble following. "O you need to get o-," she started to explain, just as the explosion occurred. She was surprised but not initially worried about O's safety because her brain told her he was not near the explosion and the fact that the phone was still on, meant he was alright. There was a sound coming from the other side of the phone.

She wasted no time and started sending "Helps" out to certain "heroes" that she had found in her daily searches that have been going on for years. [Rawhide, Paper Angel, Mach (who was almost there), MultiDude, Norman Dixon, Josiah Armstrong]

Hopefull this would give them a head start.

"Looks like I have early parole," he said with chuckle as the locking mechanism slide back as O continued to increase the air pressure while keeping it small and when the time was right he released it with a small explosion while he hid behind a concentrated wall of air that deflect incoming debris away from him.

"Where to, Miss Veil" O asked. Veil was not only keeping an eye on O but most of the prison populace. There was more going on inside the prison and Veil noticed one of guards were helping prisoners out.

'Thank gawd,' she thought to herself. She was searching the court yard seeing many fleeing. It was then that figure was found killing prisoners with little remorse and excess efficiency.

"O there is somebody dangerous out in the courtyard. He is killing every prisoner that comes close to him. I think you should avoid him. He is heavily armed and very skilled. Turn left and i'll guide you through a back way."

O turned right and went down the stair as he headed towards the courtyard. "Sorry, Miss Veil, but I can't runaway when people are dying. I have seen too much and cared too little in my past. Don't worry though. Big O is no pushover. I've dealt with all sorts of people. You'd be surprised by the number of martial artists and military punks i've laid out in my youth."

Veil continued to follow his route and after 3 minutes of failing to convince him she helped him by telling about blocked passages.

O stopped in the courtyard seeing the figure of man standing in the center of corpses. "Bye Miss Veil. I will do what i can, but please know that you were a blessing for this old man in these last few weeks. Even though i never understood that computer mumbo jumbo you talked about often." And before Veil could protest again O hung up the phone, dropped it and stepped on it.

Veil watched as O approached the man. O was easily a foot taller than the man. While watching Veil started to try to get as much information on the unknown man as possible while she and her AI's tried to assist as many people way from that killer as possible.

"Hey there, kiddo," O said now within 5 meters from the man standing before him. "Let's make this quick. I have a phone call to get back to." And with that he removed most of the air in the area making it harder for a normal person to breathe as if they were in the thin air Himalayas. He took his old boxing stance and started to weave slightly as he inched closer to the man and he continued to build up air around his fist and prepared to release another explosion against the man's chest.

With a practiced distance met, O dashed in with his fist flying for the man's chest.

'May it end with this.' he thought

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Blood. Chaos. Fire.

All of these things he enjoyed, all of these things were necessary evils. He had to make sure these things were happening to make sure his task was done, and he had accomplished that stage of his goal. Flames, bright orange flames engulfed the entire prison, and bodies littered the ground where feeble men had tried to stop him. These men, these animals, had tried to stop him from ending something that they started, but like so many others, they lay limp at his feet, bleeding from wherever he deemed they should bleed.

No one got in the way of Agent 16, and Agent 16 made sure that was the way it was.

He had been tasked by his Government, the brilliant American Government, to make sure that the scum of the Earth had been lucky enough to be enhanced with mutations, or 'superpowers', as some men in the offices seemed to call them. These mutants did not deserve the brilliant gift that they had been given, it was a special thing from the Government, and they took it for granted.

Not just those that had been affected by the airborne mutagen were his targets, but the subjects that had been released during the breakout at the lab where all the experiments that were to do with the mutagen were kept. They had been released by a fellow subject, who was empowered with superhuman speed as a side effect of the experiments. All men and women who showed superhuman skill in any way were to be eliminated, that was his mission, and it seemed to be going well so far.

Government agents within the facility had aided him, shutting off the security cameras and placing them on a five-second loop when they returned, allowing 16 to blow a hole in a specific wall, one that gave him access to a room which held all the cell controls for the inmates' holding pens. With a flick of a switch, every single inmate, empowered or no, was released into the corridors of the facility, and proceeded to wreak havoc across the Island as 16 began the first phase of his mission, the easiest part.

But that wasn't his only intent, to kill the imprisoned mutants, oh no. He had done this deed to lure out the so-called 'heroes' that the experiments and the mutagen had created, certain mutants who believed in justice and order, ones that were different than most people who gained superhuman powers. But nonetheless, he had been tasked to eliminate ALL mutants, not just the trouble-causers, and that was what he was doing.

Agent 16 watched a sadistic grin on his face as an inmate struggled to his knees, bleeding heavily from the beating that Agent 16 had delivered to his body. He grasped 16's pants as he pulled himself to his knees, only to be met with a SIG Sauer P220 semi-automic handgun being held to his forehead. Without a bat of an eye or a bated breath, Agent 16 pulled the trigger and pushed the corpse over, before looking around at the multiple bodies he had left in his trail.

He was stood in the courtyard, surrounded by men he had violently executed with his signature weapon of choice, the SIG Sauer P220 handgun. But that wasn't his only weapon that Agent 16 had on hand. In fact, he was carrying a Vz.61 Skorpion submachine gun in his right thigh holster, a COP .357 Derringer handgun in the other holster on his left thigh, a Gerber Mark II Combat Knife clipped to his belt and Colt M4A1 fully automatic carbine rifle strapped to his back. He had perfectly armed himself for any situation that he could think of, and had braced himself for it as well.

Agent 16 then turned his attention to the sound of footsteps on metal, the same-sounding metal as the metal stairs. He noticed an inmate walking down them, on the phone to someone. He watched with eagerness and scanned them for any sign of superhuman ability, and was confident that this man was empowered. He was quite easily a foot taller, but Agent 16 had been trained to fight people like him, and looked him over once again.

He was strong, sturdy and tall. He wasn't a spring chicken though, Agent 16 could tell that the moment he took his final step off of the stairs. He watched as the man hung up whoever he was calling and crushed his phone underneath his boot, which made 16 chuckle. Whoever this man was, he had balls.

He continued to watch as this man approached him, and kept a tight hold onto his handgun. He waited until the man was approximately 5 meters in front of him, and watched as the man spoke to him.
"Hey there, kiddo," the man spoke with a gruff voice. "Let's make this quick. I have a phone call to get back to."
The man had arrogance, and 16 could definitely make the man's arrogance his downfall. He obviously didn't know who he was dealing with, and 16 preferred to keep it that way. To most people, including some in his own Government, he was a ghost, he didn't exist. No records, nothing. To most people, Dexter Carroll died back in Afghanistan during a suicide bombing, but it was so much more than that.

But before 16 could reply to the man's sentence, he felt the air thin out. This man had revealed his power, he was able to control the air. This didn't phase 16 though, who simply grinned underneath his mask and pressed a button connected to it, activating his rebreather, which granted him access to a small oxygen canister hidden in his belt. It wouldn't last long though, so 16 had to make this count.

He saw the man weaving towards him like a boxer, and braced himself as he threw a punch at the Agent. He could feel the air around his fist, it added more to the impact, but this was Agent 16; there would be no impact. 16 simply bounced back and made the man miss him completely, before kicking him backwards and pulling out his Vz.61 Skorpion, throwing his handgun to the ground. He aimed at the man's chest, directly at his heart, and pulled the trigger on the gun.
"By the time I'm finished with you," Agent 16 snapped as he filled the man full of bullets. "You'll be just like your phone, broken and in little pieces, scattered across the floor.".

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Josiah weaved his way through the masses on the streets of New York City, brushing into people's shoulders now and again. He had been hunting a mad all day, unable to ever get close enough to grab hold. He knew the man would be dangerous, and he'd rather not throw down in the main streets of New York. Too many people. The man he was tailing turned sharply around a corner, and by the time he made it there himself, he had lost sight of him. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed under his breath, rushing his fingers through his hair.

He heaved a sigh as he leaned against the wall of an electronics store, surveying the area to see if the man would double back. He had thought for sure he hadn't noticed him that time, and it irked him to think he got away again. He peered through the window of the electronics store, the window display full of blank computer monitors. Just as he was about to turn his head, one of the monitors lit up. Curious, he moved in front of the window to get a better look. A news broadcast played across the screen, alerting the public to a prison breakout off the coast of NYC. He couldn't help but notice that the computer wasn't plugged in, and was curious as to how it was streaming a news broadcast, but before he could think anything of it, a helicopter thudded by above him. He looked up at what appeared to be another news helicopter, undoubtedly making it's way to the prison mentioned in the broadcast. Without further hesitation, he sprinted toward the coast. He wasn't willing to pass up an opportunity like this, surely there were multiple mutants in the prison, the more the merrier.

Arriving at the coast, he caught his breath for a moment, scanning the shore for a boat, or anything to get him there quickly. There was a small building not far off advertising jet-ski rental, but they had been closed for several hours. He cursed under his breath, gazing out into the night, he could see the prison from where he was. The helicopters whirring above, the smoke pluming from the island. "I guess it's not too far.." he groaned. Wasting little time, he hurried for the dock, stripping down to just his pants and kicking off his shoes. He really wasn't going to pass up and opportunity like this.

He broke into a run on the dock, picking up as much speed as he could. His skin started to turn a pale shade of red, almost as if he had developed a sunburn suddenly. Reaching the end of the dock, he threw himself forward, getting as much distance as he could before crashing into the cold water.

The harsh cold and the force of the waves churned him around, but he was able to swim harder and harder the more the waves beat down on him. His skin steeped a deeper shade of red as he gained more momentum in the water, making what would have been a long and life threatening swim a feat that only took about 10 minutes. By the time he staggered ashore, the sight looked much worse than it did from the other side.

Looking around, he noticed a small armed squad of who he assumed was NYPD. He tucked his fingers to his lips, whistling for their attention. "Hey, you missed me! Over here!" The men swiveled in their spots, a bright light flashing upon him before they opened fire. As the bullets struck his skin, they merely rippled and sank to the ground, a small tuft of hot steam emitting from the point of impact. He smiled, advancing on the men faster, and faster still, until they had emptied entire clips into him.

He stopped in front of the man on point, giving him a thumbs up. "Good shootin' fellas." He burst forth in a breakneck run through the line of men, knocking them down on their ass as he bolted for the prison. He closed the gap to the wall quickly, and sprang from the ground over the wall, using a small burst of the built up energy.

The impact absorbed from the landing on the other side of the wall nearly replenished what it had taken to get him over. He straightened, scanning the scene. The courtyard was complete chaos. So many people had already been killed, their bodies strewn about or in small masses. It was hard to tell which were mutated, until his eyes fell on a man in the center of the courtyard, killing anything that came near him. The man stood, looking almost proud in the epicenter of large mass of bodies. There was no way he was fighting for the good guys, so that could only mean he was a target, the man's power was clearly not his own, he appeared to be dawned in some mechanical gear, and had to have been mutated in some way to fight like such a predator.

He spat on the ground, and made a b-line for the man, taking only a couple of steps before lunging forward, clearing the distance between the two just as the man gunned down an older prisoner. He was poised to land just to the man's right, cocking his fist back and driving it straight for his jaw, in an attempt to floor him with a punch capable of compacting the front end of a small car.

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Agent 16 watched with a mixture of delight and happiness as the old man looked up at him once more, bleeding from the areas where he had been rapidly shot by the assassin. He didn't seem to be able to grasp that he had been killed that quickly, and refused to fall backwards, crumple up and die peacefully. 16 didn't like waiting for things like this to happen, and simply surged forwards and kicked the old man to the ground, watching as he sighed in relief and pain as his life faded away.

16 shook his head, feeble human arrogance. The old man thought that because he had powers, he could defeat someone like him. He was nothing but wrong. Agent 16 was specially trained to fight people like him, and had been doing so perfectly and without a single flaw for many, many months. But to many people, those men died in freak accidents, because to many people, the man known as Agent 16 didn't exist.

No doubt that Agent 16 had been spotted by the security cameras by now, but that didn't matter, the American Government were good at cover-ups, and this would be just another one. He was 'independent', as far as the Government saw him, but there were many of those men and women in there that believed he existed and wanted to help him achieve his goals. But this wasn't a time to ponder on things that didn't need to be; 16 still had multiple enpowered criminals on the loose, and they needed to be eliminated.

But then, in a moment's notice, Agent 16 heard something, something off to his right. It sounded like someone spitting, removing their saliva from their mouth, something most commonly used to try and keep going and moving.

There was another fight coming, and Agent 16 was eager to start it.

A man with long blonde hair lunged at him, fist cocked back and ready to strike. But Agent 16 quickly looked back, the man had only taken a couple of steps before he lunged a fair distance, and Agent 16 knew that this man hadn't been in the courtyard moments before. This made Agent 16 know that this fist was to be avoided at all costs; there was something about it, something that made him think twice about taking that impact.

And so Agent 16 jumped far enough back to make the man miss his punch to 16's jaw, and quickly attacked the man's throat with a quick chop, hoping to activate the man's gag reflex and distract him for a moment. He then twisted the man's arm behind his back and grabbed a large tuft of the man's hair, forcefully pulling it up to make the man look into his eyes, the cold, dead eyes of Agent 16.

"Take a look around you. Piles of bodies, all of them possessing powers just like yours. You've made a valiant effort to stop me, but I'm afraid that nobody stops me." Agent wrenched the man's hair tighter, solidifying his grip. "I am the bringer of a new America, an America without injustice or disorder. You have no clue what you are doing by attacking me, but you have definitely sealed your fate."

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"Man, oh man," said [MultiDude]. "Are you sure you know how to fly this?" He was in the back a small helicopter flying low from a blindspot in the news feeds. It was all thanks to [Veil] really. she had hacked himself into the police database and made him a cop and procured him a swat uniform. Looked at the four other me S.W.A.T members in front of him and smiled behind his bullet proof mask. He was synced with his doubles as their thoughts passed to one another.

"Veil, you see me?" [MultiDude] asked as dude1, dude2, dude3, and dude4 stepped out of the helicopter and moved quickly away from the spinning blades. The moved smoothly covering most of their blind spots and as their minds were linked it gave them all a nearly perfect 360 vision.

"Yeah I see you, Dudes." came [Veil]'s reply over the earpieces. "I'm keeping track of what's going on everywhere, it is a war zone, man. There is some psycho that actually broke in and seems to be killing the prisoners and despite not using any powers, he is killing them -" [Veil[ paused momentarily as she thought of O. "-rather easily." She spoke while watching as the killer was engaging a man who she identified as [Josiah]. Once more it was skill vs power, but he was doing better than O had. "There are two mention-able hot spots at the moment. The infiltrator is fighting against a power user that has also entered the prison from outside. I want you to support him. While there is another fight ensuing against two speedsters."

Right on cue [Veil]'s AIs brought up images of both [Mach] and the other was [Thunder].

"I'm currently tracking others entering the prison and am attempting to get word to them so they could keep we can keep too many prisoners from leaking out and you need to assist them as well as keep the escapees from getting out and getting hurt."

"Such a slave driver, like always, V" [MultiDude] said and dudes 1-4 chuckled. Each one lifted their face plates as [MultiDude] saw four faces that looked exactly like his own and each gave them a lucky stick of gum and watched as the faces disappeared behind the bulletproof visors and they hustled over to the courtyard first. [MultiDude] asked [Veil] about the ability user's power and made his way over as she explained.

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[Veil] watched as [MultiDudes] moved along the wall toward the courtyard. They had come up with a plan after [Veil] caught word over the police radio of an encounter with [Josiah]before he entered the prison.

"You are going to go 5 meters forward until you see a crack in the wall and continue to make hard right," [Veil] explained where they had to go. [Veil] and [MultiDude] had worked together many times. They had a system that worked. She was thankful for his talents as well as his 'ability' which complimented her own quite well. "Alright then, you will be coming up to the open courtyard. Then proceed as planned."

"Yes, your majesty," came five similar voices over the com link. She might have think about finding someone else to partner up with she couldn't help but smirk as part of her mind focused on the courtyard.

In less than fives seconds [MultiDudes] opened fire on both men. According to [Veil] the good [Josiah] could take bullets so there was no need to hold back.

"Quite nice not having to worry about friendly fire isn't, guys?" asked [MultiDude].
"Definitely, Sorry about this man!" answered Dude1 before he shouted out to [Josiah].
"It is at least a good thing we have good aim, otherwise we probably wouldn't be helping at all". And with tht they fanned out 2 on the left and 3 on the right as they tried to get the other man in their crosshairs. timing their firing and reloading a normal person couldn't get a shot in especially while fighting a life and death situation.

[Veil] watched as ability users kept appearing left right and center. She was watching as a young man apeared from the shadows of a cell block not wearing prison clothes [Babylon] as well as two individuals that teleported into a vacant hallways. One male [Warlock] and one female [Sorceress].

In the next moment a prison next to the pair started ringing and at the same time a walking hissed and crackled next to [Babylon]. While waiting for one of the two to answer the phone [Veil] began to talk to [Babylon]

"Pssst, over here. pick up the walkie talky." [Veil] whispered over the line. She had no idea wht this person was capable of but he was in a bad part of the prison and if he turned out to be good then she had to help him stay safe.

She waited for replies as she kept an eye on [Mach]and [Thunder]while following [Black Midas] via cameras. She tried not make to obvious that they were being controlled so she made them swivel slightly back and forth from time to time. She looked up his file and new he was bad news and had to get these guys to keep possible victims away as well as keep them informed of his whereabouts. It was [Rawhide] that appeared to be the hardest to predict since he seemed to not have a worry for his own safety or the safety of others. [Veil] attempted to contact [Rawhide] by hacking the police com-link and find his headset.

"Hello, Mr Samson," she greeted him as a camera focused on him from the end of the hallway.

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Just as he expected to collide with the man's jaw, he jumped out of the way, evading the attack with a surprising amount of speed. "Shit!" When the punch didn't connect, the energy that was put forth retreated back into his being, causing him to wince in pain as his fingers twitched, though it would've appeared to Agent 16 that he did so because of the chop he delivered to his throat. Instead of the flesh of his throat, the man would've experienced a feeling more similar to chopping into a thin dense barrier.

Before he could gain his footing, the man spun around, gripping his arm and twisting it tight to his back. A grunt escaped Josiah's mouth as the man yanked his head back by his hair. The two locked eyes for a brief moment before the man spoke. His eyes looked like doors that lead nowhere, deep and dark, with no trace of human emotion, while his own eyes were filled with anger, and rage. As he went on about restoring America and sealing one's fate, a man approached, along with several others who looked identical to the first, surrounding the two of them, guns raised.

One of them shouted an apology, and then all of them opened fire. The next few moments involved the man pivoting himself to keep Josiah in the line of fire, obviously in an effort to shield his own self from harm. Perfect. With each bullet impact Josiah could feel the power flooding into his body, like a shot of pure adrenaline coursing through his veins.

The last few rounds of the first clip clattered to the ground, and the identical men began reloading. Now was his chance. " My fate is dictated by a much higher power than some meched out murderer. Can the tough guy routine for someone who doesn't know any better!"

He threw his head back suddenly, channeling the force of the bullets, giving his headbutt the impact of a speeding bus, in an attempt to either collide with the man, or, if he was smart, give him no choice but to let go and evade. He wouldn't be caught off guard like that again, now he knew he was messing with someone a bit above just some street punk with a bad attitude.

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"Shit!"

Agent 16 remembered that was what the man had said when he missed the punch, before he connected with the rest of his moves and disabled the man to the best of his ability. He was going to end it all, he was going to end the man's life with a simple gunshot to the back of the head, like he had done to so many others.

He was an empowered man, whether or not he was fighting on the side of good or the side of bad, he was still Agent 16's target and that meant he had to die, and every time he had been tasked to kill someone, Agent 16 had killed them every time. But this time he had failed in his attempts of doing so, this time something was different to him.

This time, someone had gotten in Agent 16's way.

It wasn't someone, however, but several men all dressed in the uniform of a S.W.A.T. squad, which left 16 confused. He was sure that the Government had made S.W.A.T. clear the beaches for escaping criminals before they were ordered to enter the complex. He was sure that, from his calculations, S.W.A.T. were never that quick to clear an area, especially an area as big as Shadow Isle's shorelines. So, from Agent 16's calculations, these men were independent benefactors posing to be a S.W.A.T. team, most likely either vigilantes hoping to score a big kill on a wanted criminal and earn themselves glory, or a group of criminals that had just murdered a group of S.W.A.T.

Whoever these men were, they had just made a big mistake, and had made a very powerful and threatening enemy.

Within a few moments, the men's guns were raised and they began to open fire on the pair. To defend himself from the bullets, his natural reflexes made him release the man's arm and grab him around the neck, before pivoting himself around and making all the bullets hit the man. As he watched his assailants fan out, he noticed that all of the men stood the exact same way. Their feet were the same lengths apart, their backs were hunched and they held their gun the exact same way. He figured out that one of those men was superhuman, and the rest were clones of his body.

Another thing that confused Agent 16 was that, despite all the bullets hitting the man's chest, they seemed to ricochet off of his chest and hit the floor like they hit a multi-layered wall. He didn't know why this wasn't working, but he didn't want to let go of the man, so Agent 16 simply hoped for the best and continued to block the bullets.

As the men began reloading, Agent 16 saw his chance and went to grab his M4A1, but was stopped when his hostage opened his mouth.
" My fate is dictated by a much higher power than some meched out murderer. Can the tough guy routine for someone who doesn't know any better!"
Suddenly, the man threw his head back and caught 16 right on the nose, disgruntling and startling the assassin. That wasn't a normal headbutt, especially from someone of his body build, and so he took that as another power of the man. He simply threw himself to his feet and pulled his M4A1 automatic carbine from it's holster, before firing towards two of the men dressed as S.W.A.T, hitting a few good shots in their arms and neck, before focusing the rest of his available bullets at his former hostage.

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Rawhide surveyed the room below him, which was mostly burnt to a cinder save for the few gruesome remains of those unfortunate enough to have perished in the hellhole he now found himself. Looking left and right he noticed two gray metallic doors, both on opposite ends of the catwalk he stood upon. He assumed the small metallic walkway was used by the guards for watching the prison populace and he figured it was a rather good spot to enter the prison. He thanked his luck.

And then the door on the right opened and two men who spent WAY to much time lifting weights burst into Rawhide's sight, their bright orange prison jump suits stained with a fresh red coating from what Rawhide assumed was some poor unfortunate guard.

He glared at them from the middle of the catwalk, his harsh gaze even more intimidating due to the fact that the only real facial features visible through his mask were his piercing hazel eyes. Hidden beneath the mask was a smirk, the way the much larger men looked at him with hesitation and slight fear brought him a sickening joy.

He wasn't sure if they knew who he was but they clearly recognized him as a hero of sorts, a fact obvious by how the first man charged him screaming all manner of obscenities about powers. His assailant was a giant of a man, standing at well over 6'3” and extremely muscular it was obvious to Rawhide he was used to winning fights, and the way he swung a makeshift shiv made it apparent he was no stranger to killing.

The harsh looking inmate grinned triumphantly as his makeshift blade struck home into Rawhide's gut. A loud 'crang' resounded in the air as the deadly shiv, which was crudely sharpened to razor fine point moments before, now resembled a misshapen stick with a balled up end.

“What the fu-” The inmate yelled in surprised horror, his eyes transfixed on his ruined weapon. He didn't have time to finish his sentence however before Rawhide was upon the man, a fierce right hook literally knocking the giant inmate off his feat. Stunned and in a misshapen heap on the floor the man began to sluggishly right himself up, only to have Rawhide completely knock him out with a sickeningly viscous kick to the head.

“Yeah sorry about that...It's my skin, ya know? Just cant quite cut it. Oh yeah and I have super strength. Sorta.” He said apologetically to the passed out man in mock fashion, his piercing gaze quickly finding its way to inmate number two. “Guess your next then, eh?” He asked, already advancing on the cowering man. “Sorry buddy, shoulda stayed in your cell. I'll make it quick though.”

A man of his word Rawhide struck the man once across the face with a firm backhand, causing inmate number two's head to collide with the guard rail of the catwalk. Rawhide thought the way the criminal smacked his head only to collapse like a sack of potatoes would have been a rather comical sight was it not for the fact that the beating had been so obviously painful.

“Hello, Mr. Samson”

The words chimed in Rawhide's ear, the shock of hearing his real name crackle over the earpiece he'd been given from the crusty old SWAT officer immediately made him stop what he was doing and listen up.

“Hello.” He said back, his mind quickly trying to figure out what Rawhide would say in this situation. “You either sound way better over the phone old man or this is someone new on the line. Either way, you have my attention.” He finished, waiting for a response

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He continued to move further away from the sounds of chaos ruling the prison grounds. He didn't seem to notice much about the cameras following his movement, to him it just seemed natural. He can upon the door to the offices, and they were locked shut. They ran on a separate interface than the cells do. They are not apart of the Master Panel, therefor it can be shut down in times of crisis like this without worry of sabotage. The bulletproof glass revealed that the offices looked trashed, not destroyed but it seemed like a tornado breezed on through. It was evident that a number of people rushed in to lock themselves away from the dangers that are down the halls. It would seem he would have to decay the metallic door since the Office Panel was built only on the inside. His fingers touched the door as it began to corrode and rust.

As the metal door weakened and fell apart a scream could be heard from within. A scientist ran away from the door calling forward a couple of armed guards. As Murdoch entered the room he could see the scientist close a door quickly behind him as two men entered the room. They both had guns pointed right at Murdoch's head. "Get down on the ground you son of bitch!" One of them shouted as Murdoch dropped to his knees. "Put both your hands on your head!" The second one shouted. He did so. As the two men enter within his grasp, the doctor shouted out, "Stop! Don't get near him!", but at that point it was too late. With their guns trained on him, Murdoch clutched the guns as they quickly corroded, by the time they pulled the trigger the guns were inoperable. The men quickly released their guns having to resort to their batons.
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They swung together beating him down, but this would not last for long as he managed to touch the sticks. Soon decay overcame their weapons as they practically disintegrated in their hands. The two men backed up as bruised and bleeding Murdoch stood. He looked quite fatigued and injured from the beating, as expected, the amount of life energy he took still wasn't enough for full on combat. Luckily fear began to seep into their minds as the Doctor continued to shout, "Get away from him! He can kill you with a single touch!", but alas the warning came too late. Pulling himself forward he grabbed hold of the guards as they began to wail on him, sending blow after blow as Murdoch took each hit like a champ. Just as soon as more bruises and blood appeared they began to miraculously heal before them. Soon each blow came later and less impactful, their very vigor was being drained right out of their bodies. Soon their bodies aged and began to decay as the two men became rotting corpses right before the doctor's eyes.

Murdoch looked ahead and walked towards him, feeling healthier and no longer injured. "S-Step back! Please you don't want us, we'll do nothing to hurt you!" The Doctor pleaded as more screams where heard behind him a separate room. "Look, I don't want to hurt you or anyone else for that matter...but I need someone to help guide me out." Murdoch spoke. "You're asking for help!? There is no way anyone here would ever help you out!" The Doctor spoke feeling a tad more brave. "Understand and understand well, I may not want to kill you, but I will and I will kill everyone in there unless you do exactly as I say." Murdoch threatened without ever raising his voice. The doctor quivered as voices in the background shouted, "Do as he says!" "We don't want to die!" "Please God, let us live!" Murdoch then looked towards the Doctor in question, "So, what is it Doctor Bentley, are you going to help me, or do I have to make this unpleasant?" Murdoch spoke as he stared Bentley down. Conceded, the doctor sighed a heavy sigh and spoke, "What...do you need?"

After a few moments of explanations, Doctor Bentley exited the office with blueprints of the entire Prison Complex. "Alright, as I said before I need the most safest, securest, and inconspicuous exit you can find. And remember Bentley if you try anything suspicious I will leave you as nothing more than a hallowed corpse at my feet." Murdoch warned. "Yes, I understand, but just promise me you'll let me live." "That dear Doctor is entirely dependent on your actions, now lets move before something happens." Murdoch spoke as Bentley led him to a different sector of the complex. A place that seemed relatively untouched by the rampant destruction occurring throughout the rest of the prison.

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"The names Veil," [Veil] responded. "I am glad but we don't have time to wait for you to listen to me. There are a large number of inmates beating and torturing a group of prisoner guards in the cafeteria. You need to know that their is a young man among he inmates as well as a male and female pair that are also here to help. So please exercise caution." [Veil] proceeded to guide [Rawhide] to the cafeteria as she described how the others looked.

There were a few bumps along the way but thanks to [Rawhide]'s reflexes with plenty of warning there was little time wasted and minimum damage done to the convicts. But just enough to keep them down for a few hours.

They finally arrived at the cafeteria and [Veil] had finished telling him the location of everyone in there, as well as explaining that she was going to distract them away from the door but using the radio and shorting out the lights to create an opening for [Rawhide] to slip in and music which would disorient.

"Oh, and by the way." She started to emphasize. "I put on your favorite song right as you enter. Good luck"

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Dude 2 was dead before he hit the ground. Each [MultiDude] seemed to be be in slight pain as they each dove for cover. To nurse an invisible pain round their neck. but Dude 4 was in actual pain and had more to deal with as he checked the leg and was relieved to see the bullets had gone straight through. The problem was stopping the bleeding, but soon [Multitude] was kneeling right next to his double and without saying a word the double seemed to instantly be absorbed with a single touch. A slight but tolerable pain flared in his leg, the same place the bullet had hit Dude 4. The other doubles had recovered from the death of Dude 2 and had continued to shoot from covered positions.

With a bit of concentration and forced relaxation [MultiDude] snapped his fingers and suddenly new Double was made with the slight scarring onthe leg as if a bullet had passed through. [MultiDudes] didn't have a lot of major scars due to their ability to split the damage upon merging back together. In short personal instant psuedo-healing. The newly freshed Dude "4.1" got up and soon they both joined the others firing.

"How are we doing," [MultiDude] asked the Dudes 1 & 3.

"Well," started Dude 1. "Our ally isn't dead, but nor is the enemy. Sooooo -"
"We are thinking we MIGHT have the advantage" added Dude 3.

"How are things going, V?" asked [MultiDude].

"I've gotten in contact with a few allies, and hopefully the others as well soon. But it is quite busy everywhere. About ninety-five percent of the inmates have been either killed or captured so far. It is the last five percent that are being a bit smarter than the average convict. It would help if you wrapped that up all of you moved to help the others in need." [Veil] said with a matter fact tone to her voice. [MultiDudes] chuckled and shook their heads. They were used to her way of talking and thinking. They usually called her, away from her and cameras, a ScreenWriter or Producer. She looked at everything through a screen or from a distance if she had it projecting images into her head. Her mindset made it difficult to relate to situations that others are face. She was more of a strategist than a warrior.

"Sure thing," [MultiDude] replied. In the next minute they all unhooked something from their vests and with a slight tug and click.

"FIRE IN HOLE" they shouted and with their combined vision they accurately threw 4 grenades passed their allie and closer to the armed enemy. "Sorry Buddy!" they yelled before taking cover.

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[Veil] watched as the fighting continued but also was worried about the man known as [Black Midas] who had now killed and was using a hostage to escape prying eyes. She quickly called forth blue prints trying to figure out where the doctor was taking him. If [Veil] couldn't get anyone there this man just might escape.

Another scene that was quite unpredictable was the one between the two speedsters. The both seemed to have good heads on their shouders, so to speak, but a strange charisma. One [Mach] was lighthearted and determined and the other [Thunder] was just as determined and confident, though it might be close to arrogance, but with the right people, these two made quite good leaders. They were rather inspirational from a 3rd party objective perspective.

Either way she was going to send backup to make sure the right conclusion plays out. She thought all this while her toes wiggled in her Buuv slippers.

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"I am glad but we don't have time to wait for you to listen to me. There are a large number of inmates beating and torturing a group of prisoner guards in the cafeteria. You need to know that their is a young man among he inmates as well as a male and female pair that are also here to help. So please exercise caution."

Rawhide grinned beneath his mask “Business first. Right. Time is money and all that.” He answered back, his gruff voice even rougher sounding due to his leather mask. Without another word he began following her instructions on how to navigate the prison, a feat which he realized would have been impossible on his own simply due to the fact of the shear size of the place. Add to that the rubble from explosions and rioting and the prison had truly become a labyrinth of sorts.

Rawhide wasn't used to working with a partner, not even one who was simply a voice in his ear. No, he was used to working alone and that's why he was so surprised when he realized just how useful his unseen companion was. On three separate occasions Veil's guidance and eagle's eye view of the prison had allowed him to catch groups of inmates by surprise, his enhanced strength and nearly impenetrable skin making short work of the enemies he encountered. Having been filled in on more information of the prison and other heroes one the scene. She also explained how there was a group of Prison guards being tortured in the cafeteria by a group of inmates.

At the words '”torture” Rawhide could feel his face turn red with anger, he quickly answered back “Yeah, lets go there first. Then you can send me towards one of those other masked maniacs here to help.” It wasn't long before Veil had guided him towards two large doors with the bold lettering of “Cafeteria” printed above them.

"Oh, and by the way." Veil chimed in his ear yet again. “"I put on your favorite song right as you enter. Good luck"

At this Rawhide literally let out a laugh, unable to help himself. “Allright then, lets do this Veil. On Three...”

He heard all the lights in the other room turn off with a loud switching sound, followed by a confused commotion.

“..Two..”

He heard the tune of his favorite song roar to life, drowning out the already confused chaos in the other room. It was Motorheads “Ace of Spades.” and Rawhide could only smile at the fright the loud upbeat tempo had probably caused the men on the other side.

“..ONE!” He roared, kicking at the base of door while pulling backwards on the door handle. The motion combined with his superior strength literally tore the sturdy door off of its hinges, not losing any momentum Rawhide rushed into the room still clutching the door as if it were a makeshift shield.

The large darkened room held a number of men, at least eight of them in bright orange jumpsuits stood in the center of the room. Rawhide could make them out clearly due to the large beam of light shining from some unseen camera, no doubt a little more help from his new friend Veil.

Focusing his atack on the mass of inmates infront of him Rawhide took the door he still clutched in hand and hurled it towards the group, the massive object taking out three men in a bone shattering mess by shear luck.

The large group of inmates hesitated for a moment, seeing such a large chunk of their forces so effortlessly taken out clearly having some sort of psychological effect on them. Then they remembered they had guns, a fact made apparent by the thunderous roars that filled the air and lit the room.

As the firefight bathed the room in chaotic light Rawhide saw, to his hidden horror, the remains of what had been the prison guards held captive. What the inmates had done to them was unspeakable. Using the new found anger and adrenaline Rawhide continued his mad dash forward, the deadly hail of bullets bouncing off his body like cheap plastic pellets from an airsoft gun .

Reaching the group with his arms covering his eyes Rawhide trampled over the first man due to shear momentum only to have the assailant's head on his right explode from a ricochet bullet. Now covered in fresh, warm, blood Rawhide threw himself at the man on his left who was still futily shooting (and annoying) Rawhide. The repeated blows from the mans automatic weapon had become slightly noticeable by the blotchy bruise forming on Rawhides shoulder, a fact that obviously angered the masked man as he grabbed hold of the inmate by his jumpsuit and flung him like a medicine ball towards his jumpsuited comrades.

Three of the prisoners were nimble enough to have avoided the flying ragdoll that was their ally, but the scrawniest of the group had either not been quick enough or paying enough attention, a fact evident as the flying jumpsuit collided with scrawny inmate in a loud painful heap on the floor. Niether got back up.

“What are you?!” A rather toothless looking inmate yelled in between shots of his rifle. A moment later a loud 'click' sounded out, signifying he was out of ammo.

Lou tried to think of something smart or clever to say, something all cool and “Rawhide” sounding. But all he could think of was the sight of the mutilated prison guards not more then twenty feet away from him. Instead he rushed the man, taking a good number of rounds to the gut before grasping his enemies rifle and fiercely smashing it into his face. He then tore the weapon from his grasp.

Holding the newly won rifle like a club Rawhide had to stop himself from beating the man to death, which in Rawhide's opinion he truly deserved. But Rawhide had to at least try and [i]act[/i[ like a hero. So instead of crushing the mans skull like a cantaloupe Rawhide hit him square between the eyes with the butt of the rifle, immediately sending the man into unconsciousness.


“Allright Veil.” Rawhide spoke to seemingly no one while making sure to keep his back to the dead guards, unable to meet their empty gaze. “The Cafeteria is...clear.” He finished disheartened, leaving out the gory details.

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Agent 16 fired multiple shots from his M4A1, one of them catching a member of the S.W.A.T. team in the neck. Agent 16 watched as the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless, almost immediately. But what came next was the point that proved Agent 16's suggestions to be true, as the other members of the S.W.A.T. team held their necks in extreme pain, exactly in the same place where 16 had shot the other one before.

They all then dove for cover and seemed to care for their injured necks, albeit that there was no wound on them. By the time that they had nursed their wounds, however, Agent 16 had turned his attention to his nearby opponent, the one who had nearly broken his nose moments before. Agent 16 had turned his carbine rifle towards his other opponent and began to fire as many bullets as he could onto the man's chest.

But things were NOT going as Agent 16 had planned them to go.

He was definitely fighting empowered humans, as the bullets he fired at the man simply bounced off of his chest, the impact and the kinetic energy being absorbed into the man's skin. He had unloaded an entire magazine onto the man's chest, to no avail, and so took the time to reload, shuffling back to keep a fair distance between him and the others.

As he reloaded, he suddenly heard a chilling voice in his direction. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" One of the members of the S.W.A.T. team screamed, grabbing Agent 16's attention as he reloaded. When he moved his head to look, he saw that the S.W.A.T. team had just thrown 4 hand grenades accurately towards him, and straight past the other man. Agent 16 dropped his M4A1 and dove backwards to avoid the blast, which he successfully managed to do.

As he got back to his feet, he saw the man he had unloaded his bullets into diving through the smoke caused by the grenades. Before he had a chance to move, the man dove at 16 with the intent of hitting him with a clothesline, which he did successfully. The force hit 16 as quickly as he expected it to, and channeled it through him and used it to throw himself backwards through the air, landing on his feet and drawing his Vz.61 Skorpion sub-machine gun once again, before unloading more bullets towards the man.

He had now discovered what he had to do to defeat this man, and moved towards him to try and fill him as full with as much kinetic energy he could, because, if he had to channel his kinetic energy to use it, if he was caught off-guard by a sudden move, it would disorientate and perhaps injure the man, and it would allow 16 to finish it before it started.

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Babylon looked around, scouting the area for anything of danger. Off to the side of him, hidden on the belt of a dead security guard was a walkie talkie, one that Babylon had spotted immediately. He had heard the crackling, meaning that the walkie talkie was activated, but didn't trust it, not one bit. He looked down at the walkie talkie, staring at it with what seemed like interest, before he kicked it into the corner of the cell he was investigating. However, he did not know that the voice on the other side [Veil] was on the same side as him. He took a step out of the cell in a quiet, sneaky fashion and started to quietly run through the halls, keeping his eyes peeled for his personal targets in all of the carnage and chaos happening throughout the facility. He crept down the corridors and up the stairs looking for where he had seen them last.

He hid in shadows as prisoners ran past, not wanting to be spotted. Luckily, and thanks to Babylon's ability to become one with shadows, they ran past not even knowing he was there. He stepped back out from his hiding spot a few moments later, sure that they had gone, and continued through the facility. But then, Babylon finally saw what he was looking for. He was at a big, open cell block, where chaos and angst ran riot. But he did not care about the commotion happening in front of him, oh no, as two floors up on a balcony, directly above him, Babylon saw his father cockily leaning against a wall, while his brother Richard killed anyone who had the misfortune to go towards them.

Luckily for Babylon, they were also stood by an dark cell. And so, Babylon stepped back and started to walk into a shadow, but half way through the merging process, he felt a sharp pain. He ran through his head like a migraine headache, causing him to fall through the shadows and into the cell just behind his brother. He groaned as he tried to scramble to his feet, looking up to see Richard turn towards him, hearing the noise and step inside the cell with his little brother. Babylon tried to move the shadows to try and help himself, but was too dazed to concentrate fully as Richard stepped towards him, surprised, but with a wide grin stretched across his face, happy to see the betraying brother once again.


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Norman was finally back from his hunting trip. He'd tracked a prize buck for miles and was glad it circled to be relatively close to his house. One shot straight to the back of his skull and it was dead. He walked over to it and pulled out the single crossbow bolt he had fired, before he looked back in the direction of his cabin before teleporting. It only took a few jumps to get inside with the buck's corpse, but once he finally managed it he took it to the corner and cut the main arteries, in an attempt to start draining it. Whilst this process happened, Norman simply went over to his active computer.

He was surprised that the second he sat down, there was a large message on his screen waiting for him, prompting him to open it and read it. It took him a while to read it, but once he did, he summed it down in his head: Prison Break, Need Heroes To Help.

Norman sighed and relaxed in his chair. He wasn't a hero, at least he didn't think he was. He was a simple man wanting to help people with the abilities that had been granted to him. But, if this mystery sender thought of him as a hero, then he would be a hero, and so he went to get changed into his leathers.

After that was completed and he believed he was ready, he took a breath of air through his nostrils, before releasing it through his mouth and stepping outside. He walked over to this oddly-shaped contraption near the edge of his cabin, before grabbing the sheet over it with a firm grip and lifting it off, uncovering his beautiful, custom-built Harley Davison motorbike. He stroked his hand along the seat and kissed the handle bars affectionately.

"Lets ride, Baby."

He sat down on the seat and switched on the engine, just enjoying the sound that it made for a minute or two. The rev of the engine, the splutter it made as it ignited, all of these noises made him feel more alive. He then grabbed the handlebars, lifted the kickstand and pulled out away from his cabin, driving fast towards New York City to try and help the best he could.

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[Veil] found herself torn between [Rawhides] achievements. Sadly they lost more lives, but he had let loose with such fury that even she believed that the guard's could pass on feeling that they have been avenged.

“Allright Veil.” [Rawhide] spoke through the line again. “The Cafeteria is...clear.”

"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." [Veil] was trying to keep track of [Mach] yet his speed made it hard for her to really direct anyone in his location as well as trying to get a walkie talkie to grab his attention. Luckily he was still and [Veil] knew there was little time for her to get in touch with him so she caused every single walkie talkie to get a high pitched feed back in [Mach]'s area.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" she added quickly before she was too late. "I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something. [Veil] preceeded to give both [Mach] and [Rawhide] directions towards the courtyard to assist with [Bulwalk] and [MultiDude] with [Agent 16]. She connect the walkie talkies around [Mach] into the network of [Rawhide]'s device so that [Rawhide] could hear everything she said to him and so they could actually talk to each other]

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

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"Whoa, did you see that?" [MultiDudes] asked his doubles. "We didn't wind up killing him."
Yes, but sadly we didn't kill the other guy either.
responded Dude 3. They each reloaded and considered throwing some more wondering if it would help or hinder the situation but they didn't get a chance as Dude 4's vision showed the others their new comrade was quite scarlet and was attempting to do someth-.

Then it happened. They watched as the area around them shook ad a crater was formed.

Each chuckled at the scene before them. They had to get further back and dive out of the way of falling debris due to [Bulwark]'s last technique. They had lucky with not getting anything more than fractures and slight lacerations. They were all kind of wishing they had power that allowed them to be more super human so that they wouldn't have gotten hurt at all.

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

"That's what we're trying to do. This guy has a good sense of tactics and is handling us both rather well. But he still hasn't used an ability. I'm not sure if he has one and is waiting to use it. So tell your new friends to be wary." [MultiDudes] was sure whether or not [Agent 16] had an ability, but if he did then getting some back up could go a long way. After quickly attending to their injuries they began navigating themselves through the maze of debris.

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[Veil]'s sight of the courtyard was gone, as the cameras and the walls had fallen and shattered on the ground below. She wouldn't be much help there so she hoped that [Rawhide] and [Mach] would arrive at the courtyard soon. [Rawhide] had been closer but [Mach] was of course faster, It would be close. [Veil] had given two of her AIs commands to direct the two towards the courtyard making them use the voice synthesizer so that they sounded like her.

[Veil] was annoyed by [Babylon]'s response but she couldn't try again while he was surrounded by others, otherwise she would give his position away. so she had to watch and wait.

[Veil] watched through the camera's trying to read lips to find out what [Black Midas] was up to.
Another annoyingly intelligent opponent
she thought to herself as she watched him talking to a small group of inmates. She ran a background check to find out who they were and what their abilities were.

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That other speedster seemed to be defeated, and that meant that Mach's job there was done.

He didn't feel that he needed to throw his defeated opponent in a jail cell or anything, he knew that S.W.A.T. or any remaining guards would find the unconscious prisoner and lock him up on their own. Besides, Mach knew that they would do a better job, a more secure job, at returning the man to his rightful place behind bars than he ever could. They were trained officially in law enforcement and probably did that job on a daily basis, so why should Mach need to do such a thing?

And so, with everything behind him, Mach simply kicked back and set off into a sprint, rapidly accelerating and he rushed around the corner and down the prison corridor, the sirens still wailing and dead or unconscious men still littering the floor with no sign of getting back to their feet. Still, Mach knew he was doing his best to defend the ones who were outside, in that big open city, from the people who would do them harm in this building.

As he took himself around the corner, he came to an open window and looked outside into the courtyard, where he caught a glimpse of some commotion outside. But before he could get a proper look at the entire situation, the walkie talkies of the dead officers near him screamed in a high-pitch frequency, causing Mach to grab his ears and nearly collapse from the noise. Once it had subsided, he walked over and took one of the walkie talkies. He placed it to his ear and began to listen to whoever or whatever was on the other side.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" Mach laughed. He had only heard this woman's voice for about a second, and she was already telling him off. He didn't know her name, what she looked like and what she did for a living, the only thing he knew about her is what she sounded like. "Sure, I'm waiting, now that you've pierced my eardrums. But before you explain what you want from me, at least tell me your name, Miss?"

"I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something." Mach was intrigued. He knew that he wasn't the only superhuman helping the authorities in this prison, but now one of them wanted him to join up with another. Well, Mach knew that two heads were better than one, and would gladly aid another in his attempts to end this. "Well, I guess having backup couldn't hurt. Show me the way, milady."

And with that, Mach waited for her response, leaning against the wall, his leg propped up to help him push off and burst into a sprint when he was ready to.

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"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." Veil sounded off in Rawhide's ear. He thought she sounded genuine, but a large part of him still felt the sting of failure. He hid it well though with his usual masked bravado

Rawhide was quick to follow Veil's advice about going to help another group in the courtyard, wasting no time in leaving the cafeteria he practically ran out of the troubling room. Following Veil's directions to a T yet again it wasn't long until the courtyard was in site, Rawhide just able to make out some of the commotion going on outside through a pair of open doors at the end of the hallway he was currently in. He was eager to get to the courtyard, determined to be there in time to actually make a difference.

Making his way down the hallway headed towards the courtyard he continued listening to Veil over his police headset, she explained how she was going to patch his radio over to connect with another hero, the one called Mach or something.

In all honesty Rawhide was less keen on the idea of physically working with another hero, but he had also not wanted to work with Veil at first and that had been going so well that he thought he'd just give it a shot. ”Whats the worst that could happen?” he thought to himself.

A loud electronic beep sounded in his ear, and a new voice cut in. It was the other hero, and Rawhide had caught the tail end of his and Veil's conversation. "Well, I guess having backup couldn't hurt. Show me the way, milady."

”Hey prince charming, lets meet up in the Courtyard entrance.” Rawhide croaked into the mic sarcastically without introduction to Mach, quick to take a friendly jab at the other hero. “In fact, I'll race ya.” He added with a grin on his face, being already extremely close to the exit; he was sure he would win his little impromptu “race”.

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Shadow Isle Database: Access Granted...

Accessing Inmate Files...

Seven Inmates Identified...


1. Lucas Haneke Shepard- Gender: Male...Race: Caucasian...Build: Slim...Height: 5'9"...Age: 28...Hair Color: Blonde...Eye Color: Blue... Low-Level Inmate...No Superhuman Abilities...Arrest Record....50 Counts of Assault and Battery, 15 Accounts of Third Degree Homicide, 25 Accounts of Theft, and 4 Accounts of Armed Robbery.

2. Robert Jermaine Washington- Gender: Male...Race: African-American...Build: Average...Height: 5'7"...Age: 33...Hair Color: Black...Eye Color: Brown...Low-Level Inmate....No Superhuman Abilities...Arrest Record...20 Accounts of Aggravated Assault, 88 Accounts of Vandalism and Public Drunkenness , 17 Accounts of Theft, and 10 Accounts of Vehicular Manslaughter.

3. Shawn Edward Mansfield- Gender: Male...Race: Caucasian...Build: Average...Height: 5'11"...Age: 28...Hair Color: Brown...Eye Color: Brown... Mid-Level Inmate...No Superhuman Abilities...Arrest Record...5 Accounts of Armed Robbery, 35 Accounts of Grand Theft Auto, 10 Accounts of Assault and Battery, 4 Accounts of Third Degree Homicide, and 16 Accounts of First Degree Homicide.

4. Demarcus Louis Von- Gender: Male...Race: African-American...Build: Muscular...Height: 6'1"...Age: 25...Hair Color: Black...Eye Color: Brown...Mid-Level Inmate...Superhuman Abilities...X-Ray Vision...Subject is capable of peering through solid objects...Subject used the ability to commit over 150 Acts of Identity Theft and Fraud...Capture Report...Subject was eventually discovered and detained by the FBI...Sent to Shadow Isle to carry out his 15 Plus Year Sentence.

5. Travis Stanley McCall- Gender: Male...Race: Caucasian...Build: Slim...Height: 6'0"...Age: 30...Hair Color: Blonde...Eye Color: Brown...High-Level Inmate...Superhuman Abilities...Thiriokinesis...Subject is capable of communicating and commanding animal lifeforms via the subject's mind...Subject used the ability to commit multiple acts of eco-terrorism...Capture Report...Subject was discovered and intercepted by the FBI during an eco-terrorist attack at the New York City Zoo...Sent to Shadow Isle to carry out his 25 to Life Sentence.

6. Deidrick LeMarr Johnson- Gender: Male...Race: African-American...Build: Muscular...Height: 6'2"...Age: 30...Hair Color: Black...Eye Color: Brown...High-Level Inmate...Superhuman Abilities...Electrokinesis...Subject is capable of generating and manipulating electricity...Subject used the ability to commit over 200 acts of Armed Robbery and multiple acts of Homicide...Capture Report...Subject was detained after a botched robbery at a First Loan & Trust by the FBI...Sent to Shadow Isle to carry out his 25 to Life Sentence.

7. Black Midas- Warning....Inmate File Classified...Access Denied...Insufficient Credentials...Additional Verification is Required...

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OOC: This is the information that Veil would find on her Inmate search, if you're alright with using it that is. Just trying to be helpful. Otherwise, the info on Black Midas is much more secure and would require more searching to find any dossier on him.

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Babylon managed to scramble to his feet and stumble, keeping fierce eye contact with Richard. Richard had a wide cruel smile on his scared face. Babylon guessed he'd picked a few fights here, which wasn't surprising considering what his brother had done to him the night he was arrested. He was extremely violent. Just thinking about it had given Babylon a start twinge of pain in his chest that he hadn't felt in years.

"Hey Dad!" Richard called out. He sounded extremely happy to see Babylon but that wasn't necessarily a good thing. "Come and take a look at who finally decided to pay us a visit!"

Babylon tried to run past his brother out into the hall but Richard grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him up with ease. Babylon cursed in his head for barely eating and being so light. Richard chuckled and then threw Babylon into the ground with as much force as he could. Babylon felt a wave of pain flood into his back as he let out a weak cough and groan. He felt his brothers foot press against his chest and looked around for anything to help. His eyes scanned the walls and floor and out into the halls and he saw a camera, facing a different way. He concentrated hard, using all the energy his mind and body could muster and managed to use the shadows around the corner to turn it his way, hoping someone the other end would see and send help [VEIL!]. His body felt heavy and weaker, he seriously needed to sleep, but he knew that if he fell asleep now then he wouldn't wake up, not with Richard here. Then he noticed a figure knelt by his face. It was his father, who he didn't even notice walk in.

"Well Babylon, this is a surprise" His father said with a chuckle. Babylon looked at the camera in the hall hoping someone was on the way. He then felt his brother push down his foot harder on his ribs and knew this family reunion was going be painful experience.

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”Hey prince charming, lets meet up in the Courtyard entrance.”

Mach had heard the loud, electronic beep, and he now knew he had been entered into a different radio frequency, or whatever they were called, Mach never knew. Whoever this girl was, the one that was obviously orchestrating the defense of this facility, she wanted Mach and her other companion to get together so badly, and if that was the key to saving millions of lives, then he would do it gladly and with ease.

"Courtyard entrance, got ya. Be there in a few secs." Mach began to set off running again, but stopped in his tracks a few moments after. “In fact, I'll race ya.”.

Mach simply laughed cockily and wholeheartedly into the microphone of the walkie talkie, before pushing off the ground into a sprint, picking up speed as he accelerated around the corner and towards the facility courtyard. When he arrived, he saw his new 'partner' across from him, and walked towards him in a friendly fashion.

Suddenly, a man, possibly an escaped prisoner, burst from the window above both of them and dove straight for Rawhide, closely followed by a female. Mach didn't have time to intervene right there, but when he saw the man lift Rawhide up into the air with him, Mach knew that trouble was abound.

As the man bolted Rawhide to the wall with energy-built constraints, Mach slowed down, although he was ready to pounce. The two, the man and the woman, stood there, interrogating Mach's new partner.
"Alright... guy... first of all, who in hell are you?"
This girl wasn't taking any prisoners, that could be definitely said, and so Mach took a few steps back, ready to charge.
"So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak!"

At that moment, Mach bolted and rushed straight at the man, who had now retreated behind the interrogating woman, and dropkicked him to the floor with immense speed, sliding both men across the concrete, although Mach was able to slide on his feet over the man. On closer inspection, however, Mach realized this was a boy, a teenager in fact. Still, he had attacked, so that didn't make it right.

"Alright, kid, I believe it's time for you and your friend over there to return to your cells, don't you think?"