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Amelia Brunel

"Right on target!"

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a character in “Hadean”, as played by AtlasAtrium

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Full Name: Amelia Brunel
Alias: Chimera
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Ukrainian

Hair: Blonde (dyed white)

Eye color: Red

Body: Athletic

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 155

Hometown: Some village in Ukraine

Affiliation(s): Rabbit Foot (Crime Organization)

Personality: Boisterous and fun-loving, Amelia is just out there to get her blood pumping and feel alive. Unfortunately, that doesn't necessarily entail helping other people; if someone kicks the bucket, it was their own fault for being too weak to save themselves. Either way, Amelia was sure she'd never die with regrets because she'd live each day to the fullest.

Likes:
- Sunny weather

- Hot beverages

- Competing

- Getting a workout

- Nature

- Animals

Dislikes:
- Sitting still

- Being serious

- Doing things the easy way

- People with no ambition

- Whiners

- Smart-alecks

Fears:
- Atrophy of the body

- Giving up

- Losing the will to live

- Being alone

Skills:
- Basically every sport

- Singing

- Holding liquor

- Mixed martial arts

Costume Identities: As depicted in the image


Equipment:
- Reinforced goggles

Background: Amelia doesn't share much about herself (that's boring), but it is written to public record that she has competed in olympic events in the past and even won some medals -- never first place though, but she was happy enough to have made her mark.

Powers:
Fox -
[Mover – Level (6), Changer – Level (1)]
Amelia gains claws and greatly increased speed and reflexes. Additionally, she gains the ability to bounce off of anything -- including thin air.

Bull -
[Brute – Level (7), Striker – Level (5), Changer – Level (2)]
Amelia gains horns and greatly increased strength and endurance. Additionally, she gains the ability to create shockwaves when she hits something.

Chameleon -
[Stranger – Level (6), Changer – Level (3)]
Amelia gains a tail and greatly improved vision. Additionally, she gains the ability to perfectly camouflage with her environment.

Nine Lives -
[Trump – Level (9)]
Amelia can resurrect up to nine times (Current number of Lives: 8).

Power Origins: Drank infected Danimals.


Color Code: Brown

So begins...

Amelia Brunel's Story

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Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Amelia Brunel Character Portrait: Niall Khadkani
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Niall set Hope down with a look that read something like, 'you better not say a fucking word', and then smoothly offered a raised hand in greeting. Amelia on the other hand scratched her chin, nodding in approval of what she saw as her eyes scanned up and down Ichiro's body.

"I dig the muscles. Twig legs, take a good look; you start working out now and maybe you could look half as good as him."

He slicked his hair back with a confident smile. "I look plenty good. I guarantee, you're the only woman around for miles that's into guys this beefy." More seriously, he let his bangs drop and said, "Anyway, she's not banged up too badly but you might want to start with her tongue first. Looks like she might've bitten it on accident."

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Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Amelia Brunel Character Portrait: Niall Khadkani Character Portrait: Gideon Gauss
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Henry stayed quiet for a moment, listening to the others talk. Food really wouldn't be bad at the moment, come to think of it. He got up and moved out of the way so the pink and white haired kids could take their friend to the tent. Biting her tongue...that's rough. Good thing they managed to get back to the tent in time.

And then suddenly. A bit of excited movement was spotted in the corner of his eye from Akiko. It seems Klaus had awakened and appeared....different. Work out. Looking over from his chair, Henry nodded.

"Yo, Cobalt!" he greeted with a surprised expression. Klaus seemed alert but still worse for wear, like he hadn't slept in days. "Good to see you awake, man but uh...what the hell happened to you?" he asked.

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"There aren't any words I can say that will comfort you and for that, I apologize. Many lost their lives today, heroes and civilians alike. I don't have the full details myself, but rest assured once the area is secured, the details will be made public and the loved ones of the deceased will be notified.

...And speaking of such matrers, I like to take it upon myself to personally pay for the funeral expenses for each and every family who's lost of love one in this tragedy. I will also be starting a charity. Proceeds made to the Gideon Gauss fund will go to the those that have lost their livelihoods after the events of today... "


Gauss tapped his fingers on his desk, dismayed. The speech was almost perfect for the situation, but not quite. He'd had an impromptu meeting with some of the civilians in the various shelters after he was sure things had died down and that had gone well enough, but this speech was one addressing the entire city. It had to reassure them that when all else failed, one man still had their backs, that someone would always look out for them.

"Not sure I like the charity having my full name. Or rather I do, it belies a personal touch but the invalids of the city would scream narcissism to discredit me. Maybe just the Gauss Fund. Maybe something else...no matter. I'll run the rest through the algorithm..." he muttered to himself, pressing a button on his desk as the holographic likeness of himself presenting the speech began to pause mid-sentence, running through various programs using hundreds of thousands indifferent parameters to simulate the perfect response to a city-wide tragedy. The key word here was empathy and though the irony was not lost upon Gideon, of a virtual intelligence emulating compassion, past success has taught him to appreciate it's effectiveness. Good thing too...it could placate the masses for him while there was real work to be done.

Pressing another button on his desk, Gideon patched in his secretary. "Mrs. Lal, begin preparations downstairs, if you please. ...My afternoon's going to be rather busy, I'm thinkin'."

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Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Amelia Brunel Character Portrait: Niall Khadkani
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"You would be mistaken, sir," Ichiro smirked back at Niall. "It's not necessarily the beef women are attracted to, it's the effort," he explained, flexing noticeably and straining the fabric of his shirt. Yue rolled her eyes behind the mask and took to standing vigil at the tent's opening.

"Let's see what we got here," he said, rolling up a stool to the cot and taking all of Hope's vitals by hand and scribbling notes on her chart. Yue's instructions to stall them as long as possible were quite vague and Ichiro didn't think he was necessarily the right person for the job so much as he was the largest physician in the camp. Though as he settled in and focused more on her injuries and less on his self consciousness it quickly became apparent why Yue chose him.

"Huh.. these don't look like fall injuries," he muttered, scribbling on her chart as he examined the abrasions around Hope's wrists and ankles. ""And somebody bit you? Have you been in a fight?" He asked with a note of concern, examining the bite wound on her hand and the bruise on her forehead.

"Hey uh... listen," he said to Niall as he began to treat Hope's injuries. "I can get all this disinfected and wrapped up, and administer a minor regenerative for the tongue. Best I can do for the bruising is a cold compress right now, but... she's showing signs of shock, dehydration, and undernourishment. I couldn't in good conscience release her until she's had some IV fluids and a solid meal," he explained as he dug in his medical bag.

Good boy... Yue smirked as she listened outside through the NAHLA network and Ichiro's open comm. Now they just needed to say or do something to incriminate themselves and she could turn them over to the cops.

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Character Portrait: Henry Stewart Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Sasha Belov
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Richard felt his heart sink at Sasha's words. Why was he talking about this? What did Sasha see in Richard that prompted this line of conversation? Memories of some blackened, rocky cavern returned to his mind, glow from fires, and screams of anguish. His heart thudded in rapid succession as he felt the need to draw deeper breaths to meet his body's need for more oxygen.

"Huh, funny." He muttered quietly. "I ended up leaving because of who I didn't kill. Sounds like we've got something in common though." As Sasha apologized, Richard let out a soft, nearly inaudible sigh, but felt the surging flutter of anxiety in this gut. "It's fine Sasha, but ah... This has been has been something of my own beast to slay. I'm not going to tell you I'm any better or worse than anyone else. I'm just doing what I feel needs to be done."

God, please grant me some direction. Some certainty. Some understanding. Am I-

Richard's thought, his internal prayer, was cut short by approaching footsteps on the Beach. He and Sasha both turned to see who approached them.


"Hiya there. You boys mind coming along with me for a... Little chat?" A set of perfect, pristine teeth stared at them from behind a wide, unnaturally giddy smile.

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March 12th, 2045, 10:32am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Richard and Sasha both reentered the tent with the other heroes, followed by the sound of a voice familiar to a few in the collection.

"Knock knock knock, it's the KGB. Ve vill need to ask you all some questions." A voice called in, in a poor imitation of a mixed German and Russian accent.

Peter Radovan stepped in behind the Russian and the Canadian, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes were narrowed. That strange, eerie serenity that should not accompany a grin that wide.

"Just kidding folks, just your friendly neighborhood SINS agents. Good work out there today! Gotta say I'm pretty impressed with you all! Even finished up Uncle Sam's job for him! And probably a good thing too, I dunno what else they coulda used on that thing, but it probably would have been nuclear. And between you, me, and the flies on the wall, I actually really like Atlas City in the summer. Good swimming spot, would have really ruined my trips here if I was always going home with radiation burns."

He gazed over all gathered in the room, able to pick out a couple he recognized, some he thought he might recognize, and others he was at this point entirely unfamiliar with.

"So... Anybody got time for a little chat? If it helps make up your mind, I'll get us all some donuts and whatever you want to drink. On me, my treat, and the least I can do for the heroes of Atlas City." The grin had not faded.

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Character Portrait: Yue Bayushi Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Jericho Amile Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death)
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Cannonade sat with their legs hung over a supply crate, their back hunched over and their gloved fingers interlocked. They'd stayed quiet, waiting for the brass to arrive. They'd sent a few texts to ensure their legal team was ready for whatever was next. Of course, they had just saved Atlas City, so how bad could whoever walked through that tent next be?

A dark-haired, suited man entered- middle-aged, smiling, clean but somehow dirty at the same time. "Hero of Atlas City," Cannonade corrected, launching them-self off the crate and stepping forward. They reached their battle-worn glove out for a handshake. "I killed the beast. And afterwards I was saved by the super woman with wings," Cannonade turned to Jemma resting on Alex's shoulders and gave her a small smile. They'd not seen the shapeshifter change forms, only notice them once they'd appeared at Alex's side. "The rest here protected the city as best they could."

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Peter looked Cannonade up and down for a moment. The grin had faded from his face, eyes narrowed as he stared the hero down. "Hero, huh?" He asked in a tone that dripped in distaste for the statement Cannonade made. "Interesting way of looking at it, particularly from what I saw. And I still wonder what the situation is with your paperwork here in the USA Cannonade... But that aside, have you really given much thought to the words you just said? Thought about what all the other, hard working heroes think about you claiming that title for yourself? I wonder, have you considered..."

He looked from Cannonade, to the other heroes for a moment, eyeing each of them up, eyes still narrowed as he finally turned his gaze back to the nimble hero before him. Peter locked eyes with them.

"... the gravity of your words?" He burst out laughing as the wide grin returned to his lips. "I'm so so sorry, I honestly could not help myself! But hey, SINS loves to have fun, you know how it is!" He took Cannonade's hand and gave a firm, professional shake.

"But seriously, you did a great job out there, everyone did. However, obviously with today having been, well you know, kind of a big thing for the USA... Actually, for the whole world really. Anyways, with how big this all was, there's a lot of important work I need to get done. That's fair, right? Anyways, just some questions for all of you. And offer still stands on the refreshments!"

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The moment Richard and Sasha re-entered the tent with some company Devon instantly knew it was going to be an... Interesting situation, especially with the attempt at humor and the eerie smile on the suited man. The moment he claimed to be with SINS and gave the room a bit of a lighthearted, albeit grim undertoned congrats on the jello slaying, interesting just went to quite funny. In the sense that the man was hilarious for all the wrong reasons, like a clown in a suit trying to act important.

Cannonade was the first to open their mouth against the man, clearly trying to solidify that they were the ones to deliver the final blow, though that's also pretty much the full extent of their involvement in the fight. Though they at least mentioned the others who held the line against everything else the beast had thrown at them, one could almost call it redeeming of the overall arrogance displayed.

"I think I'll pass on the refreshments, but I don't mind answering a few questions. I'm honestly curious what information SINS thinks we might have that they themselves haven't been able to obtain with their observations." Devon looked around the room for a moment. "Ah, one caveat though... No questions about any of the supers that participated in the fight. If you want that information go get it from the source." He followed up with a hint of defiance in his voice.

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"Oh, you know? You are not wrong there!" Amelia agreed with enthusiasm. "A woman who loves a man that cannot take care of himself is a woman who would rather be a mother, I would think."

While she was prattling off about something pointless beside him, Niall scratched his chin as he formulated a convenient excuse in his head. There weren't many, as it happens.

"I have no idea where the hell this woman's been," he finally said with a convincing sigh, in part due to giving up on a cleaner answer. "I just found her in this condition. I'll ask her the details later, when she's uh... recovered."

On the bed, Hope stared up at Ichiro with weak, pained eyes but said nothing. Across from her, Niall furrowed his brows in annoyance at her clear attempt at winning him over with puppy dog eyes. Or at least, that's how it appeared to him knowing what he did -- to anyone else, it probably looked like any other melodramatic patient seeking reassurance.

"You look so nervous, Rabbit," Amelia teased with a grin as she leaned forward in his direction. "Are you that worried about your precious staff?"

"Shut up."

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"Everyone just relax," Sasha said, hiding a smile at Akiko's comment and moving to stand more in front of Henry, subtly blocking the man from Peter's sight. "SINS is on our side with this one. We all helped avert a major crisis."

Sasha nodded to Peter. "What would you like to know, sir?"

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Peter turned to face the super that looked something more like a soldier or a merc, who may have been German (hard to tell with the helmet on). He snapped his fingers into a finger gun position aimed at Devon, smile still on Peter's face. "Clever fella you are. But you see, today's been a learning day for us in SINS, and, as I already said, for the whole world. Turns out there are things that can happen outside of your ability to observe." He shrugged slightly before pulling a cigarette from his jacket.


"Anyone mind if I smoke?" He asked before lighting and taking several drags, not waiting for, nor paying attention to, any protests. "Also, I appreciate the whole 'team spirit' thing you're going for, wanting to look after your friends, but I'd really prefer if you'd just answer the questions I ask. After all, do you really know these people well enough to know they had nothing to do with the mold monster? Or with those men in black that swooped in pretty conveniently after the battle?"


A voice piped up, taking Peter on his offer. He turned to see small, slim woman by two other men, one quite tall and large, the other still tall, but less mass and more tone. Not to mention, he seemed like he'd be the sort to teach, something about him gave off that vibe. Peter chuckled, pulling out a wad of cash that he tossed behind him to another SINS agent. "You heard the lady, and just get a bunch of other donuts too, some sandwiches, coffee and tea, maybe some water and juice." The agent nodded and hurried off to get the necessities.


"Actually miss, I'd really appreciate it if you also had that chat with me. I mean this fella here wasn't with you when you went on your little... What... Danny Vantom joy ride?" He snickered to himself again, but the looks on the threes faces (the faces that could be seen) would have shown some discomfort at Peter's knowledge of that event. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease your powers, it was pretty cool to see! Was on the news before that was shut down, but some nosy folks were recording it too. I mean I could have that all erased for ya if you'd like, totally up to you! But I'm still gonna need you to answer some stuff."


Peter began to snap his fingers in the direction of the trio. "And you there, no telling secrets! If you can say it to your pal, you can say it to everyone here. We're all friends here after all! Couple'a chums!" Loud crashing and banging echoed from the medical center at the back, and the sound of someone collapsing to the floor.


The SINS agent sauntered into the back to find a girl collapsed on the ground. He continued in, now standing over her, still smoking his cigarette. "Looks like you took a bit of a tumble there champ." His voice was still that grating, fake friendly tone, but he wasn't grinning now. He simply stared down at the woman beneath him. Vicki Vortex.


More snapping of fingers as a duel pair of finger guns pointed at the super rockstar. "Hey hey hey! It's you from the club last night! The one with that bird you flipped me! Hah! You must feel like you're starin' up at the face of death right now!" He cracked up even more, finally noticing the juice container in her hand, and some of the words etched on it.


Peter cocked an eyebrow. "Degenerate eh? Who on our great green American soil is 'S' and how do they know me so well?"


The Ruskie spoke up, tearing Peter's attention back to the inside of the tent. "How about you come join us again when you're done picking yourself up miss?" He chuckled. "And thank you Comrade! Finally a man of sense! And words too! As for what I'd like to know... Well everyone's whereabouts the last few days would be nice. Maybe those nifty GPS's I assume everyone has in their phones. Might help me narrow down a few important details about our big beach friend."

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"That's enough, Agent Radovan," Yue intoned gravely through the suit's vox. In the blink of an eye she had crossed the distance from her vigil at the tent, and appeared between Peter and Jericho. The wind backlash furiously uprooted every loose piece of paper that wasn't weighted down and scattered them all over the camp. "Laying it on a little thick today?" She sighed, folding her arms.

She didn't think SINS was out to arrest anyone today, but the last thing she wanted was the others getting themselves into any kind of trouble when it wasn't necessary... especially not the impulsive Jericho or their overprotective friend. Ichiro, who just finished setting Hope up with an IV poked his head out of the tent to survey the carnage and then rushed to help Vicki off the ground after shooting an annoyed scowl towards Peter. Seriously, was nobody a gentleman anymore? He rushed over to help her up, trying his best to suppress the silly grin forming on his face as he offered his hand.

"I can give you most of the answers you're looking for, provided we do it in private as not to compromise the integrity of other ongoing investigations," she said, offering her hand. In it was her gilded NAHLA badge, which would also be loaded with all of the NAHLA network data necessary to corroborate her story.

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"Phone GPS?" Sasha murmured, watching the few exchanges with bemusement. Speaking louder, he cleared his throat. "Isn't using the GPS in our phones somewhat... amateur? I could have left my phone anywhere in the last few days, and you wouldn't know the difference."

Sasha shook his head, then leaned forward slightly. "But, then again, Agent... Radovan, was it? I do believe you're wasting your time if you feel like any of those here were involved in the beast's appearance. As some of the more experienced heroes here noted before your arrival, if the beast was not extraterrestrial or extradimensional in nature, then it was most likely the work of either one, a paramilitary organization... those 'men in black' that appeared seem to lend some credence to that theory; or two, one of America's more... advanced rivals? But I'm sure you would know more than us about Russia or China's capabilities in that field than any of us."

Sasha smiled politely. "Don't get me wrong. You're a very scary man, and I'm sure you could make anyone of us piss our pants. But you don't seem stupid, so let's not treat each other like idiots. If you're going to arrest anyone here, it's going to be me and we both know it." Sasha's eyes narrowed. "Due to my... background, after all."

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"The list of Mover-type Supers with the capability of instantly translocating that kind of mass is incredibly small," Ichiro interrupted as he trotted back to the gathering. He'd set Vicki up on a gurney nearby with an IV of Yue's blend and a protein bar... the only thing of nutritional value besides the prototype macro-nutrients he had on his person. "In fact, there's only one on the entire East Coast unless I'm mistaken, and it's our Section Chief, Ouroboros," he added.

Yue folded her arms, letting out a soft grunt of exhaustion as her aura flickered. Her suit's external Vox clicked off while she got her breath under control. Ichiro tossed her a concerned glance, but she just shook her head subtly.

"Even if it were a group working together, we're probably talking translocating an object the size and mass of an aircraft carrier. For it to have been anyone here, even working in tandem with other Supers, it would've had to have been snuck in past surveillance using some kind of Stranger-type ability. If that's the case, the culprit is probably already dead, since that type of ability typically requires proximity or contact to the object it's shielding from view, and once again, the list of supers capable of shielding an object of that size is incredibly small," he added, putting his hands on his hips.

"Based on that information alone, you can pretty much rule out everyone present. Of the remaining explanations that account for all the facts, the simplest one is most likely to be correct: meaning in all likelihood it came here under it's own power and you're just wasting everyone's time. Now... if there's nothing else, you can leave: you're disturbing my patients," he said firmly, his kind face twisting into a scowl.

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A van pulled up to the edge of the triage area, bearing the logo of the Atlas City Nuclear Fusion Plant. The side door opened, and Sheri was forced out of it, guards on either side holding her shoulders steady. Her hands were bound behind her back with three sets of handcuffs, a black muzzle had been wrapped over her mouth and her eyes were covered with a thick leather blindfold. The guards pushed her forward, another guard stepping out after them and rushing to the nearest triage tent, holding his hand close to his chest, wrapped in someone’s lab coat.

Sheri was marched through the camp, screams of rage muffled beneath the mask holding her mouth shut as she struggled against her bonds. Her escorts held her stiffly at arm’s length, holding her steady while also clearly attempting to maintain some form of distance.

”Where’s Colonel Van Graft?” one of the guards inquired, flagging down one of the passing soldiers. ”We were told he was maintaining a command tent here.”

The soldier gave Sheri a wary look as she thrashed against her captors, nearly bending herself in half backwards trying to pull her arms free. ”He left for the Pentagon.” The guards cursed, each taking a step back as Sheri thrashed around in the mud.

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Allowing Peter to ramble on against the others with little to no resistance from Devon had allowed him to gather some intel of himself, notebly that Peter had as much of a grasp on the abilities and limitations of underwater detection system and the information war game under the water as the average politician. Also the fact that they were considered to be suspects, not that that part wasn't that overly obvious already. While the eyes of the sins agent and his escorts were drawn away from him Devon gave the mace on his belt a little tap, nothing that couldn't be passed off as natural sway of the arms however enough to determine that there wasn't something actively suppressing abilities at the moment. The fact that there wasn't felt a bit odd to be certain, he's trying to detain and interrogate a group of supers with god knows what kind of abilities. A smile formed behind his mask as he attempted to suppress a little snicker.

"Thanks for the information mister Radovan. Also I must commend you for your bravery, standing in a room full of unregistered supers without any protection. Trying to draw out that fabled collaborator knowing that should they exist and bite you'll be dead with the others unable to react, given it is very much illegal to perform any form of crime fighting without proper licencing." He said ending with a little snicker at the end, looking around the room for a moment before going back to looking straight at Peter.

"However I do consider those chances to be low, especially on the government involvement front. I mean the only realistic scenario where I'd see them attacking the fusion reactor here would be a situation where it would be immediately followed up with a military landing somewhere else in the country, distraction and denial. Otherwise there's little value in destroying something that keeps as much military strength occupied as you claim it does and is essentially just a power plant with propaganda potential." He paused for a moment to catch his breath and to collect his thoughts.

"As far as those men in black. *sigh* I really don't know what to make of them, they were using a mixture of nato, eastern pact and ccp caliber weapons. Which really only makes sense to me if you have a finger in the pie in all those areas, otherwise it's tricky to get those weapons and their ammo. It would have been far simpler to just use only nato stuff and it would still leave people guessing regarding their origin."

After saying this last bit he turned around towards Vicki holding a bit of curiosity as to what was exactly written on the juicebox, it seemed to be more than just an insult. A little grin reappeared reading the text on the carton, it appeared someone was trying to establish secure communications with someone else in the room... Perhaps he could tap in, but the string of numbers didn't seem to be a regular frequency and he doubted Peter would like it if he diverted his attention to tuning his radio. Hopefully someone else was going to draw Peter's attention for a bit, at least long enough for Devon to try and tune in.

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Maxwell grinned under his mask at Vic's various remarks, a little amused by her candidness in what she had to say. "You know Miss Vortex, our resident tinker may be away, but I certainly think I could be of some assistance to you. Both in getting back your 'personal investment', and I suspect in many other things." His gaze was fixed on the rocker, considering her, and what she'd been through. She'd told him next to nothing, but she didn't have to. The Shape had seen plenty of performances before, and while her almost flippant behavior was authentic, Vicky Vortex was practically draped in pain.

"As for keeping my secrets Vicky, I'm not really worried about any of that. You don't seem the sort to burn bridges with friends, and I think you might be looking for some right now. Some resourceful, well connected friends."


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Richard stared down the glistening air, noticing a red dot now trained on him. "Carlisle? Oh he's my grandfather figure." He remarked sardonically to the sniper. Richard's right hand was tensing up, readying up as he responded again. "As for how many of us he's got around, that's need to know information. And you don't need to know. Though I have to ask; who hired you to kill some random, old billionaire, and why?"

Before an answer could be given, time began to skew around the sniper. Klaus had arrived, and not a moment too soon. "Appreciate the help! Now as for ideas..." Richard paused, finally being able to see glimpses of the enemy. A robot? Seriously? This was beyond anything he expected... But not something he was going to be any more intimated by.

"I've got a few." Richard grinned as the red dot swayed slightly. He flicked something with his right hand, and the red dot quickly separated into thousands of directions as it shone through a piece of glassy ice. Taking a dive to the side, Richard fired off a few shots at the robot, before tucking and rolling into cover. A few shots silently rang out from the sniper, but while Klaus made a few attacks of his own, Richard came back around in a full charge at his steely foe.


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George nodded stoically to Henry, though his eyes showed a certain dread, the realization of how precious a commodity time was, and how forces were now at play that sought to rob him of as much of it as possible. "We'll need to contact the others. Richard is going to try to subdue the shooter, but you're right, we need to get out of the city. I think it's finally time we made that trip out to sea..."

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THUD

CRACK

Richard's body slammed into a sheet of reinforced, skylight glass, causing the whole piece to buckle and crack. He gasped silently, his whole back searing in pain from where it connected with the skylight, his chest contracted and unable to move, incapable of taking in any air. Gripping onto the side of the angled surface, he steadied himself enough to roll off of the glass and onto the layer of concrete that made up the roof of an entirely different skyscraper. The fight had gone unexpectedly wrong when the assassin grabbed Richard and threw him from the roof of the Galliant building, and onto whichever building he was on now.

His whole body shook violently as the realization came over him of just how close to death he had been. The assassin made a miscalculation, a mistake. Had he thrown him in a different direction, or with less strength, it would have been pavement Richard was landing on. Finally, his chest managed to release from its contraction, and deep, shaky breaths returned to him as he gulped up as much air as his lungs could handle.

Laying prone, resting his forearms on the ground for support, Richard slowly rolled himself over onto his aching back, gazing unsteadily into the bright blue sky above him. There was rapid, unintelligible chatter come through his comms device, something about the other group being attacked by some villains? An explosion at the mansion? Needing to retreat? His brain couldn't make any sense of it, so he pulled the device from his ear and decided to just lay there.

Just 10, maybe 15 minutes. 20 tops. He just needed a second. He just needed some Time.



To Be Continued.

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