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Richard Mackenzie (The White Death)

"True heroes do what is necessary."

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a character in “Hadean”, as played by Lord Saethos

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Theme 1 – Hells Bells
Theme 2 – Vigilante
Theme 3 – Count Dankula’s Theme
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Full Name: Richard Mackenzie
Alias: White Death, Great White Death
Age: 25 (Born 2020)
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Scottish/English/Brittonic descent. Canadian national.

Hair: Dark chocolate brown, almost black in some lights.

Eye color: Grey-Blue

Body: Slim but athletic.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 148lbs

Hometown: Hope, British Columbia, Canada

Affiliation(s): Canadian Armed Forces (formerly)

Personality:
Calm and reserved, can come off as cold sometimes, but polite and respectful others. Richard can be quiet at times, but he’s more than willing to talk in the right circumstances. He is generally in control of himself, and that’s the way he likes it.

White Death, however, shows a different side of him. Cold. Brutal. Detached. Violent. White Death may be calm, but all energy he doesn’t waste in emotions is transferred to him brutally murdering villains, criminals, and the other lowly scum of the Earth. For your typical street criminal, White Death tries to be quick and efficient in taking out his opponents. For those individuals who are particularly vile, White Death will try his very best to ensure he takes as much time with his job as possible.

The greater the crime, or the more innocent the victims, then the more β€œcreatively cruel” White Death becomes to the villains.

Likes:
- The outdoors. Particularly enjoys hiking.

- Mountains

- Rain

- Black coffee with some sugar. Orange juice. Typical β€œbreakfast” drinks.

- History (including books, online content, and artwork)

- Various kinds of music, though different styles of rock tend to be closest to his heart. Contrasts slightly with his more β€œclassical” tastes or interests.

- Guns (the tool of his trade).

- Swords, knights, and medieval stuff. Enjoys the idea of heroes who fought for justice in a bygone era, even if they were few in number.

- Kind/respectful/polite people. At least reasonably so.

- Various other things. Some of which he keeps private. Very private.


Dislikes:
- Extreme heat. He’ll tolerate it, but it’s not his preference.

- Alcohol. Doesn’t drink.

- Smoking. Doesn’t smoke.

- Drugs (including weed). Doesn’t use them. However, he doesn’t make a fuss about others using, so long as it isn’t killing themselves or others. Ditto to smoking and drinking.

- Pointless bravado, narcissism, and self-aggrandisement. Hubris.

- Child abusers. No sane person likes these people. Richard likes them even less. But he does like hurting them. And killing them.

- Criminals in general that cause harm to others (especially to innocent people).

- Chaos, confusion, disorganization. It gets people killed.

- Many of the β€œhero” organizations. He sees them as bureaucratic or overbearing, and that they lose their ability to be effective by trying to be micromanaged.

- Villain organizations. Obviously.

- Despite Richard’s past occupation, he has had occasional trouble with β€œauthority”. He does respect authority, but he has directly disobeyed authority on a number of occasions. As such, he dislikes authority he views as either incompetent, or morally corrupt. And authority that fits that description is authority he will not listen to.

- Relying on his powers. Richard values the skills he has developed as a human, and it’s important to him that he be a capable fighter without needing his powers. Certainly he uses them, but he generally prefers his human abilities over his cape powers.


Fears:
- The people he loves being harmed or killed.

- Death (as most sane people would).

- Nonexistence. An existential fear, but a fear nonetheless.

- That he’s doing the wrong thing.


Skills:
- Skilled firearms user. Good with pistols, automatic rifles, shotguns, and rifles (bolt action, semi-automatic, etc.).

- Capable of hitting a target at considerable distances without using a scope (something he’s practiced since youth, and something that plays into his name).

- Can effectively use various pieces of military grade equipment (weapons, communications tech, etc.)

- Some mechanical skills he picked up in his youth and his time in the army.

Costume Identities:
Richard wears a simple outfit. Black tactical shirt, pants, and boots, with additional light armoring in black. Over the shirt he has a black, light-weight, bullet proof tactical vest, and his β€œmask” is a modified black "balaclava". On the upper parts of the sleeves of his black shirt (in the place where a flag would be on a military uniform) is a simple, black rectangular patch with a white circle on it, and a white line going through the middle of the circle. In ancient Greece, it was a symbol of death.
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Mask


Equipment:
- Two Pardini PC/GT pistols, one Silver, the other Black. The silver one has the name β€œExcalibur” etched onto it. The black one has the name β€œDurendal” etched onto it. Richard has these holstered with him for most combat areas.

- An MP5A3 submachine gun. The name β€œTizona” is etched onto it. Richard uses this in most general combat.

- A Franchi PA3 shotgun. The name β€œColada” is etched onto it. Richard usually uses this weapon when in a more confined combat area.

- .50 Caliber Beowulf AR-15. The name β€œHrunting” is etched onto it. Richard mostly reserves this for β€œabsolute necessity” situations. A gun built for hunting monsters.

- A black, carbon steel Tactical Machete. The name β€œJoyeuse” is etched onto the blade. Richard carries this in a sheath generally attached to his back.


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Background:

Richard was born on April 16th, 2020 in the small Canadian town of Hope, British Columbia. He grew up there on a rural ranch property, to a relatively normal family who had a relatively normal life. The only thing not β€œnormal” was perhaps Richard’s grandfather, the somewhat wealthy owner of a manufacturing company operating in a few different countries. But Richard’s family wasn’t anyone famous, or fabulously wealthy, just better off than many others. And that took time, effort, and a lot of risk on his grandfather’s part.

What changed Richard from being a regular kid happened in 2031, when he was 11. His younger brother Anthony (8 at the time) had gone missing. Several other children had gone missing in BC recently, and this was just one more to send the province into a panic. The family did everything they could to find Anthony, tried to hire private detectives, everything. Nothing came of it.

5 months later, a man was arrested trying to cross from Ontario into the state of Michigan. He was carrying photographs, and other various pieces of evidence that tied him to the kidnappings, and his other atrocious crimes. A week later they recovered Anthony’s body in British Columbia, as well as the bodies of seven other young boys and girls in both BC and Ontario. The man arrested plead insanity, and due to that and his age was sent to a mental health institute for the next 13 years.

This moment changed Richard forever.

The once innocent, blissful child became a bottle of pure, distilled, righteous hatred. His life began to revolve around the things he could have done to save his brother, the other children, and so many other people who’ve suffered. And what went from thoughts of hatred went to thoughts of violence.

This wasn’t all that was on his mind of course. He became keenly interested in history, particularly WW1 and WW2, as well as medieval history and Ancient Mesopotamia. It was through these interests that he came across the real-life legend of Simo HΓ€yhΓ€, the β€œWhite Death” of Finland. He was a sniper who had killed hundreds of invading Russians, without a scope, burying himself in snow, and landing killing blows on targets hundreds of feet away from him. The skill and ability to manage this in such extreme conditions inspired Richard. As he got older and was allowed to shoot in target practice, he trained without a scope.

As he grew older and the internet became more accessible to a young boy, he began to watch movies online. One film that caught his attention was from the 70’s or 80’s, focusing on a small group of New Yorkers who’d been terrorized by gangs and street thugs. Eventually, the victims decided they had had enough and decided to deal with the threat more violently. It likely took inspiration from real life vigilantes like the β€œGuardian Angels”, though they were less violent by far.

By all accounts Richard seemed normal to most people around him. He enjoyed sports, was relatively social, and even did a little bit of acting at school. So it came as a surprise to many people around him when, upon graduation from High School, he immediately signed up with the Canadian Armed Forces.
Richard, being a persistent young man, pushed to be trained as a regular infantryman, a sniper, and as a mechanic. He excelled in the first two, and he managed to be decent as a mechanic, enough that he would be called on for some maintenance jobs. By the time he was 19, he was deployed to <REDACTED> to serve with coalition forces.

It was during the war that his powers became active, these specifics (and his time in the army) will be listed in the β€œPower Origins” section. Later in his career however, there was considerable tension between Richard and his superiors, and in 2044 he left the army and returned home to Canada.
When Richard returned to Canada, it was just in time to learn that a piece of unfinished business had just been released from a mental institute. His brother’s killer, who had apparently shown β€œremorse”, β€œregret”, β€œconsiderable progress”, and β€œreal change” was to be released back into the world. Of course, he was expected to β€œcheck in” regularly with a parole officer, but he was old, and expected to live out the rest of his days quietly.
Richard had other ideas.

Just one missed parole meeting and a national search began for the β€œreformed” killer. For months police across Canada, and both Canadian and US border services, worked tirelessly to find this man. To this day not a single glimpse of him has been found. No photos, no eyewitness accounts, no stolen vehicles. The man was never seen again. Alive or dead.

Police investigated some of the families to the killer’s past victims, including Richard. But he was just hard at work working for his grandfather, far away from his brother’s killer. No evidence linked Richard (or anyone else) to the killer’s disappearance. The White Death had meted out violent justice for the first time, and certainly not the last…

Powers:

North Wind -
[Shaker – 6]

Richard can slow down particles and energy in an area around him, resulting in a drop of temperature in that area. When utilized with his other powers (provided there is sufficient moisture around) this can also be used to create a miniature snow storm in the area (more on this later). So far he has demonstrated that he can achieve temperatures as low as -15 to -20 degrees Celsius, but it’s possible he could manage even lower temperatures.

White Out -
[Shaker – 6 / Stranger – 4]

By lowering the temperature in an area sufficiently, and focusing his energy on creating particles of snow, Richard can create a miniature snow storm. When done correctly, this creates a small area of obscured visibility, allowing Richard a brief moment to retreat/escape if it ever becomes necessary.

Ice Creation/Manipulation -
[Shaker – 7/ Blaster – 2 / Striker – 5 / Changer - 7]

As with the rest of his cold generation abilities, by slowing the movement of particles Richard is able to create and manipulate ice in a variety of ways.
1. Ice Projectiles (Blaster): Richard can create ice spikes to be used as projectiles. However, his skills of moving them in this way is quite limited, usually it requires another force to use them as actual projectiles (including the manual use of his body, ie. Throwing them).

2. Ice Armor (Changer): As the ice spikes would indicate, Richard can form ice into designs suitable for melee weapons, and also for temporary armor. As this is only ice, and creating ice also takes time, armor is usually a very temporary measure, and only manages to absorb some damage. Very much an emergency use technique.

3. Ice Weapons (Changer): The ice weapons Richard creates can be a little more durable than the armor (if their shape can be maintained) and can be effectively utilized for a longer time than the armor. Weapons include β€œice spikes”, daggers and other blades, and β€œknuckle dusters”. The ice knuckle dusters are probably the sturdiest, as they can be made more quickly, more durable, and absorb shock quite well. They also pack quite the punch.

4. Freezing (Blaster/Striker): While Richard can’t exactly β€œproject” an attack, he can manipulate particles at some distances, meaning that he is capable of forming ice over something either close to him, or that he is touching. Touching generally works faster, but this can be used to freeze objects, or even people. While it has proven difficult so far, theoretically Richard could even turn the moisture in a human body into ice, causing near-permanent, potentially lethal damage. This usually takes considerable time however, a lot of energy, and mastery. As of now, Richard has not mastered this ability.



Power Origins:

While Richard was in the armed forces, he demonstrated great skill in pretty much everything he was asked to do. He was a decent mechanic, a solid infantryman, and an exceptional sniper. But he had a lot of trouble with authority. Richard was frequently being reprimanded by superiors for not using his scope on sniper operations, and his protests that he was β€œbetter without one” did not convince them. They didn’t prevent him from continuing as a sniper on occasion, but he would often sneak the scope off when he thought he could get away with it.

His comrades understandably were confused by his behavior, and they didn’t feel much better when he explained the β€œcompetition” he was having with a Finnish sniper from WW2; Simo HΓ€yhΓ€, the β€œWhite Death”. Richard didn’t want to be as good as Simo, he wanted to be better than him. Shoot from a further distance, kill more enemies, and miss fewer shots than the now dead veteran had done. Some of the soldiers were bothered by this for a while, not sure he could be trusted with their lives.

It took a few years, but eventually he did gain their trust, and two nicknames. Some of the soldiers would refer to him simply as β€œThe White Death”, hinting that he was continuing on the legacy of Simo. Others would refer to him as β€œThe Great White Death”. Because he was Canadian.

His skills eventually caught the eyes of the Joint Special Task Force (JSTF), Canadian Special Forces. Richard was never fully brought into the JSTF, but he was used as one of their primary snipers on various missions, and as a result also ended up working alongside US troops.

And that’s how everything changed for him. Richard was sent with a special convoy with both Canadian and US troops, they were supposed to be securing a new location deeper into enemy territory. This was going to dislodge the enemy and allow coalition forces to operate in a wider area. But someone had tipped off the enemy. Rockets were fired at the convoy, blowing up several of their vehicles, and killing several dozen soldiers.

Richard’s truck skidded off the road and crashed but avoided being hit by direct rocket fire. He managed to crawl out of the wreck, and was trying to regroup with the rest of the soldiers so they could prepare a counter attack. Another rocket flew by, hitting another vehicle and creating another explosion. This time a piece of shrapnel was propelled right into Richard’s skull. Everything went black in an instant, and his body fell to the ground.

Several days later, Richard awoke in an army medical tent, head splitting with pain, but otherwise alive and in one piece. His bed was also covered in a thin layer of frost, in temperatures above 30 Celsius. Richard doesn’t remember anything of how his powers were first activated, but soldiers who recovered him from the convoy all stated there was a layer of frost across him, and sporadic chunks of ice littering the area around him.

The army worked hard to get Richard back into fighting shape, and to train him to use his powers for more combat-oriented roles. This was something he was heavily resistant too as he preferred relying on his β€œhuman skills”, rather than on his β€œluck of the draw” powers. Regardless, he spent some time learning to hone them, but soon found himself back in standard missions for the military.

A few months after this had all occurred, in 2016, Richard was sent on what would be his last mission. The details are ones Richard doesn’t like to speak about, but whatever did occur led to a series of disputes between himself and his military superiors. In the end, he was permitted a β€œvoluntary release”, though this may not have been given to him very easily.

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So begins...

Richard Mackenzie (The White Death)'s Story

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March 11th, 2045, 10:45am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA


Yue had sent Ichiro home after her wounds were patched up and caught up with the others after her conversation with Sairyn at Atomic Anne's. She cleaned her plate multiple times while she listened to the others speak, never turning down another helping and eating like her stomach was a bottomless pit. It wasn't far from the truth. They wouldn't know that her powers burned a days worth of calories in under an hour... just maintaining her weight was a struggle sometimes. Richard and Devon talking about their teamwork made her cheeks flush, especially upon the mention that she shouldn't be fighting like she was wearing a suit of armor.

"You guys did most of the work," she chuckled nervously. "I think I was just in the way," she said trailing off slightly as she thought back on the incident. She was absolutely hamstrung by her identity... Yue could have ended the entire conflict in seconds without casualties or property damage with Raiton. The giant may have posed some challenge, and she definitely would have needed treatment for third degree burns but the fight would have been over before most of them could have left their seats.

Revealing herself publicly like that would have most likely led to serious backlash for her family though, and who knows how the Black-Coats would respond if Silver Fang not only retaliated, but operated publicly and in the open in Atlas City. Yue pulled out her phone while they were talking, flicking through the screens to message Sairyn.

I need to be able to operate anonymously.
Silver Fang should remain under "official" suspension though, she will attract too much attention.
No argument.
This did cross my mind some days ago, though. Your new costume and code-name will be ready in the morning. As long as you refrain from using your strength ability, you should be harder to recognize and be able to operate in relative anonymity.
I can't do anything about the aura...
I have something in mind.
Do I get to choose the color?
No.

"Of course not," she muttered, slipping the phone back into her pocket. Yue wouldn't say she and Sairyn "got along" or were even "friendly," but the man did earn her respect over the past several weeks while they worked the investigation together. He was capable and smart, if a little arrogant. Yue returned her attention to the conversation at hand, and did make sure to exchange contact information with everyone before the group split up. She was planning to stay until the evening at the very least, then Ichiro could come pick her up discretely in one of the unmarked NAHLA vehicles.

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March 11th, 2045, 10:45am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Richard smirked at Henry's remark, and cocked an eyebrow as he responded. "I have mask that goes with the full outfit. And if you think that looks like a home invader outfit, I think the problem might be unique to you Henry. It's not really common for people to be robbed by the Special Air Service or Navy Seals."

He turned to look back at Devon a moment with a more at ease smile now. "Well we seem to be of similar minds, but I think you and I could do it the right way where they don't see any targets at all. But I guess sometimes a little more aggression is needed in an approach." At the remark Devon had made to Yue, he cast a glance over to her, looking her up and down a moment before interjecting.

"I think Yue was fine out there, little roughed up, but she clearly packs a punch. And don't sell yourself short by the way Yue. For how that all went down... Well, you definitely handled it about as best as a person could." He hoped she'd take what he said to heart. She seemed like a kind person, and he didn't want her to feel badly about everything that had gone down at the diner.

Richard took several more bites of omelette while they chatted away, writing down his number for some of the others, a little nervous about letting them have it... But they'd shared a meal now, so seemed like now could be an exception, albeit a bizarre one.

"Hey Sasha, write your number down for me too, we owe you breakfast now, so gotta make sure we coordinate that. And also... Well if destiny really is at play here, there is a lot everyone here could do to help people out. And I'm very serious here, there's a lot of stuff going on in Atlas City, and other places, I need to take care of. I would really appreciate some of that support if-"

There was a pause as Richard looked at his plate for a second, fork with a bit of omelette at the end in his left hand. He snapped out of it after a second, took the bite, and shrugged.

"If you have the stomach for it."

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March 11th, 2045, 10:46 am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"Saying, 'If you've got the stomach for it' is also a line that goes hand in hand with grand larceny," Henry joked. "By the way, you have any orange juice, Sasha?" he asked, their host, his plate now clean, aside form a speck of egg here or there. "Great omelet, by the way! thanks, man!"

As he waited for a response on the oj, he turned to the super he thought was least likely to join them, the woman who was defenestrated by the large Witchfinder and more or less the one at the center of the conflict outside the diner. "So, Yue...the Witchfinders. Was that it for them or are there more? I only know a bit about 'em, but I didn't know they had...whatever kind of tech that could turn one of their own into some kinda super-mutant."

He didn't want to pry to much. He was keeping his motives to the chest as well and as friendly as things had been, no one seemed to completely open up. But the Witchfinders were something he was curious about. Supers with goals like theirs, with a mindset like theirs could prove dangerous. The type of dangerous, the agents could use with proper amounts of manipulation.

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March 11th, 2045, 8:55pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Henry stood in a short line in front of a street vendor, waiting for his order to be prepared. He missed this about Atlas City. About cities in general. Tacos fresh off the grill. He did feel bad about dipping out on the bill for his breakfast at the diner, but in some ways he was glad it allowed him to pay for this.

Once he got his food, some chorizo tacos, he took a seat on some steps in front of Atlas City Public Library, watching a bus drive past labeled with a big 'Vote Mayor Gauss' sign hanging from it. He could get a job here, if only for a bit to pay back the diner and that waitress somehow. But that seemed like something he didn't have time for. Or did he? It was a nebulous fact. He didn't quite know when something would occur, only that it would. Most times it happened quickly, but that incident on Tibet took a month almost. And there was an unshakable feeling that he had ever since he'd gotten back...that he'd be in Atlas City for a good long while.

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Yue flushed a little further at Richard's comment. "As best a person could..." it didn't make her feel better at all, and it showed on her face for a hot second before she smiled at him.

"Thank you, Mackenzie-sama," she replied. If he only knew... Her burgundy gaze flicked to Henry and his query about the Witchfinders. She hesitated for a long moment, as if calculating just how honest she could be with the group. Yue couldn't be 100 percent sure whether someone in the room was actually feeding information to the Black-Coats or out to kill her.

"This is... not my first encounter with the Black-Coats," she answered in a guarded tone. "They've always been dangerous, but have become much more aggressive in the past few months. What happened today isn't the end of it," she replied, pulling a knee up to her chest and shifting uncomfortably. Yue looked down at her hands, suddenly finding the dirt under her fingernails incredibly interesting.




March 11th, 2045, 7:30pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA


"Oh! Don't trouble yourself, Sasha-kun, I will absolutely eat you out of house and home if you let me," she laughed genuinely, looking up from her phone. Yue more or less hadn't moved since their conversation earlier in the morning, except to close all the windows and draw all the shades. Understandably, she was nervous... not just about going outside where she could be a potential target, but also about who might be watching her.

"My brother is on his way with a car to take me to a safe location. I'll be out of your hair soon I promise!"

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Richard chuckled at what Henry said, but before responding he flashed a 'v' with his fingers at Sasha to indicate he also would like an orange juice. "Yeah, thanks for the food Sasha, this is terrific, really! And Henry, I will agree but also say that grand larceny is probably one of the least terrible crimes one could commit. Not to touch on any dark subjects, but I mean... There's a reason most of us picked the 'careers' we're in." As Yue responded, he gave her a warm smile and nod in return, but he got the impression he may have made things worse with what he said.

As she and Henry both made their remarks about the Witchfinders, Richard listened intently, feeling a nagging sensation in the back of his neck, and his mind, as they talked about how theses terrorists decided to do battle. He then cleared his throat before speaking up.

"Listen, I don't want to sound conspiratorial, but... I think these guys get their 'product' out-of-house. I don't think the drugs they're using now had even been around a year or two ago, and the big guy? I ah... Heard rumors about stuff like that. Some chatter online about the Belarusian Civil War back in the 20's, when they tried to leave the USSR. Some people say the rebels had weird soldiers they used against the Soviets."

While Belarus did lose the war, and remained part of the USSR, the idea of facing down enemies like this was an unnerving one.


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March 11th, 2045, 8:50pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

It was getting darker now in Atlas City, the sun going down, the crime levels going up, and the community teething with a new type of life from what it had during the day. A couple blocks away from the city's shopping center, there was a mix of old industrial buildings and offices, some abandoned, others due to be renovated. The thick, heavy concrete structures of old Brutalist Architecture made the area feel oppressive and claustrophobic, and the alleyways even more so.

A phone is being scrolled through, the new owner checking through the recently added names and numbers as they adjusted a sort of music system worked into their mask.

The owner pressed play, and Thurston Harris's "Little Bitty Pretty One" began to bounce to life in Richard's ears.

He looked down at the nicely dressed dealer sprawled out on the ground before him, spitting up pools of blood and teeth. Richard let out a slow, electrified breath as he felt the black suit hug comfortingly around him. To the man on the ground, it provided the exact opposite of comfort.

Richard grabbed his victim by the hair on the back of his head, slamming his face into the concrete and knocking more teeth out in a muffled scream. "Listen, at this point I either get some information out of you about where those drugs came from, or I get a good workout. Up to you how this goes."


"F-fu-fuuu-" The man attempted to sputter out his expletive.

"Wrong answer." Richard's boot connected with the man's mouth, the audible thud almost unnerving the White Death himself. Before Richard could try to acquire more knowledge from the man, the sound of a building being ripped apart, and the feeling of the ground shaking, took all of his attention to the shopping area near by. Richard bit his lip in annoyance, but decided he'd have to deal with the drugs later.

"Thanks for the help." He said coldly before unholstering a pistol and shooting the man in the head. Richard quickly searched the dealer's pockets, grabbed a phone from inside, and made his way to the shopping district. Now might be a good time to call for backup.

As Richard rounded the corner, he spotted Klaus standing there, almost eerily convenient, and some guy in a glowing suit floating on... Mud?

A little smirk perked up on the White Death's lips as he held a hand out in the direction of the flow, watching it quickly slow to a thicker, icier sludge, and causing the man on top to trip forward and fall from his platform, landing flat on his back on the ground.

"Care for a little help?" Richard asked in an upbeat voice to Klaus.

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March 11th, 2045, 10:47am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"This is... not my first encounter with the Black-Coats," she answered in a guarded tone. "They've always been dangerous, but have become much more aggressive in the past few months. What happened today isn't the end of it," she replied, pulling a knee up to her chest and shifting uncomfortably. Yue looked down at her hands, suddenly finding the dirt under her fingernails incredibly interesting.


"Great...not quite what I wanted to hear. Hopefully when they make their rounds again, somebody'll be more than ready to face 'em," he said, giving Yue a confident nod. She didn't want to say much. He could respect that. He didn't' want to overstep his bounds. Still, she seemed to have a personal history with the group. Hopefully she would find peace form them someday...and whoop their asses before they cause anymore trouble on the way.

Shame though, that she didn't have any answers on the mutations. Or at least didn't want to say anything just yet.

"Yeah, thanks for the food Sasha, this is terrific, really! And Henry, I will agree but also say that grand larceny is probably one of the least terrible crimes one could commit. Not to touch on any dark subjects, but I mean... There's a reason most of us picked the 'careers' we're in."


"Not me..." Henry shrugged after a moment, before chuckling, "In my case, I wish a career would choose me, haha!" Richard almost seemed the most talkative of those there, though he seemed to be keeping everything close to the chest as much as the rest of them. Mostly he seemed to want them all to get in on whatever operation he was planning, though the more he talked the less Henry was sure he would want to be involved in it even if he was needed.

The insight on the Witchfinders' mutational was more than welcome, however. "You'd think someone would put a stop to that thing being in circulation for so long...but I guess that's the state of the world right now. Too many problems, not enough solutions."

March 11th, 2045, 8:55pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Henry sighed. The last of his tacos gone. He would get another but he had more to do. A lot more. Luckily, this wasn't necessarily the end of his meal. Places like this tended to be generous with the portions so there was always just a bit of overflow onto the plate. Like the two pieces of chorizo that he spotte-wait, huh?

Where was the food?! He could've sworn...did someone swipe it? A pigeon or something maybe? Did it fall off? He around rapidly hoping to spot if any had spilt onto the steps.

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March 11th, 2045, 8:50pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"I'll admit, Diamond heist wasn't on my list of expected activities today," he began, slowing his run to a slow walk as he made his way before the over teched thief, "Forget the anniversary? Birthday? Look, we've all been there, but this, this is all a bit much for some colorful rocks,"


"Bwuh...wuh...You..." High-Techtonic began, speaking unintelligibly, almost as if he were about to hyperventilate.

Look, we've all been there, but this, this is all a bit much for some colorful rocks


colorful rocks


"You insufferable sapphire sap! These gems are the CHILDREN of the Earth! worth more than your very life! But of course you wouldn't realize that. Just another one of the common rubble who thinks he can step up to a king...NAY...a god," HTT raised a hand in the air. "But seeing is believing eh? Maybe we'll se what you believe in once High-Techtonic erodes you from exisiten-"

A little smirk perked up on the White Death's lips as he held a hand out in the direction of the flow, watching it quickly slow to a thicker, icier sludge, and causing the man on top to trip forward and fall from his platform, landing flat on his back on the ground.

"Care for a little help?" Richard asked in an upbeat voice to Klaus.


High-Techtonic was startled as his mudslide suddenly grew out of his control, turning into a sudden slush before him and causing him to fall! WHO DARED?! His suit could've been damaged and what's worse, his gemstones could've been lost! These accursed, so called heroes...they fall by his hand, they were nought but LIMESTONE before him! "I swear it, as the days go by, you igneous ignoramuses just get braver and boulder!" A slab of rock suddenly flipped upward, lifting the armored robber to his feet.

It seemed his asinine azurite attacker was joined by some sort of...An eyebrow was raised beneath HTT's visor.

...Was that a burglar?

"Think you can join forces with a hero for your own share of my quarry?" High-Techtonic scoffed. "If that's what you think then you REALLY must have rocks-for-brains!" HTT raised his hands the earth suddenly quaking before him as several huge, washing machine sized, chunks of stone erupted from the ground, beginning to encircle him like some sort of barrier while at the same time, a nearby lamppost threatened to topple over, right atop the two do-gooders!

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March 11th, 2045, 8:32pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

The Witchfinders Generals, a terrorist group with the philosophy that supers are the evil of this world and need to be purged... Explains why the fellow knew that word so well... Often dress in a modernized Puritanical Settler style... commit murder and massacre in name of their misguided ideals... No shit sherlock... Mainly operate in the US... ]And that's it? Nobody has a clue how they recruit, where they meet, how they communicate or anything remotely useful? There's not even any rumor or conjecture that could be feasibly strung together to form a vague lead? Devon didn't mind a little detective footwork, but this was a wild goose chase. Perhaps another approach needed to be taken, Richard said something about strange soldiers being used in the Belarusian civil war by the rebels and didn't quite a couple of the more conservative east German newsgroups get to send whole news teams to the area, including cameramen. Hmmm, what would you call such a thing if you were a communist propaganda outlet in Germany?

After what felt like ages typing away at the keyboard writing down any and all possible words, figures of speech and potential names, that could feasibly be given to frankensteinlike soldier berserkers, all that was left to do was wait. Search applications were such great pieces of technology anything on the surface web indexed and found in a flash, but he knew if there was any information out there it wouldn't be on the surface web. He'd need to at the very least dive into the deep web, into the archives of the newspapers involved, old archived pages that only floated on the net for seconds before being terminated, and perhaps the occasional unshielded and unencrypted government source... Search applications were such great pieces of technology, especially ones integrated with a semi-sentient computer, still it would take a while before the first result would make themselves visible... And he really hoped that it had integrated some kind of tracking interference last thing he needed was the eyes of the Witchfinders and a load of government agencies around the world aimed at him.

Of course there was no sense in idly waiting, there were more preparations to be made. If he was going to fight alongside others while ensuring there would be no identity leaks, he needed a second mask at the very least. The other items that made up his attire should be generic enough to allow for him to continue using them. That being said he wasn't planning to walk around like a burglar like Richard had done in the previous fight, it would need to be something that could still instill a certain degree of fear into the ones opposing him... An airsoft shop, they have fully face covering masks that start with a little bit of protection, if there's anything on the shelves that looks quite intimidating enough that'd work. A quick search on his phone quickly resulted in a hit, a shop close by that was still open. Devon got out of the door, like always making sure to lock and arm the security system after all you never knew with the big city, and got into his car.

One 'quick' drive to the shop in question and there he stood faced with a wall of masks, he didn't exactly know what he had hoped to find, but plastic pieces of trash with holes in the front wasn't what he had in mind when he decided to come here. Devon sighed audibly as he walked out of the store. Did he really have to go through the same channels he had gone through to get that initial mask, or perhaps he could make the entire attire just change appearance. The latter seemed like the most effective solution... And the fastest, probably.

Devon got back into his car and he had barely even turned the key in the ignition when radio chatter filled the car, from what he gathered there was a storefront building that had just collapsed nearby, with a high change of people still being trapped beneath the rubble... Search and rescue really wasn't his forte, but could he really just not go there? At the very least he could stabilize some of the building to make things easier for the rescue workers and bring another helping hand with excavation, with the suit he didn't really have to fear much in the ways of injuries... Other than a sprained back or something like that of course. so after a few moments of deliberation he decided to go there as fast as the road conditions (and the law... Eh, screw it, I'll deal with the speeding ticket) would allow him.

March 11th, 2045, 9:02pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

It had only been a few minutes of driving when he arrived at the scene, but the chaos was quite a bit more extensive than he had been expecting to find, people were still running in all directions and... Why were Klaus and.... That was probably Richard if he had to wager a guess. They seemed to be fighting a super who used earth? powers, well that made things a bit trickier than needed. He'd have to maintain his cover as FreischΓΌtz... Perhaps it would be time for some extra fancy gunplay. He grabbed the rifle from his back, leaving both of the pistols holstered. Ducking into cover or trying to climb a building against someone who could use the earth as a weapon didn't seem like the greatest option, distance seemed like a better option here. From his position practically in the middle of the street he had a decent overview of the battle and the distance felt good enough, so he figured why not fire from here. Devon fired a couple of shots at the boulders attempting to form a protective barrier around the villain. He wasn't quite sure what the best method of dealing with them would be, but firing a kinetic penetrator followed by and explosive round to blow up somewhere along the path carved by the penetrator would be a good initial options to try. Hopefully the force of the blast would blow the boulders to smithereens or at least cause the villain to lose control of the stones.

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Klaus internally facepalmed as High-Techtonic continued the rock puns. "I mean, my partner here, despite his looks isn't after your gems, well, not in a thieving sort of way, but more in a 'they aren't yours put them down' way," Klaus began, giving a nod to Richard, "I feel this might be a waste of your time, however, if you have nothing better to do, I won't turn down a helping hand from The White Death,"

He gestured towards the would-be jewel thief, implying Richard could take the next move. Richard's ice powers would render the suit inoperable fairly quickly, after all, Earth was weak to Ice. Elemental differences aside, Klaus smirked under his helmet and took off a run towards the suited villain, the ability to make earthquakes, while troublesome, wasn't too hard to deal with, not with one of his Zeittasche. Tossing the device as he got close enough, High-Techtonic was trapped in the moment, struggling to find footing among the slush created by him and The White Death. Keeping him trapped out of time was key, as Klaus jogged around the villain, studying the suit, his HUD picking out what could be key components.


"Well then, are your powers organic or technological? Does the suit serve as an amplifier, or is it the source of the power?" he asked the questions rhetorically, stopping in front of The High-Techtonic's face, the man appeared frustrated, confused by how Klaus was moving so "quickly" not realizing he was a step out of time, a second behind the world around him, but in a fight, one second makes all the difference

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March 11th, 2045, 10:47am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"In Russia, using drugs to enhance or even force manifestations of superpowers are not uncommon," Sasha said, bringing another tray of food and drinks, and setting it down on the center table. "Not only among criminals but among officers of the law. The drugs used today, however... they were on a different scale. I hope that no more finds its way into the city, but I suspect that will not be the case."

March 11th, 2045, 8:30pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"Adam Socket, obviously," Sasha sneered, flashing his ID to the guard at the Shapeless's main door. "Are you going to let me in or am I going to have to teach you why dumb thugs like you work for men like me?"

The guard scowled, but Adam Socket was on the list, so he quickly stepped aside and let Sasha into the sleazy but popular establishment. Sasha eased his way through the crowd towards the bathroom, stepping inside and closing the stall door behind him. Humming softly to himself, Sasha allowed his disguise to melt into a random stranger he had seen in the line outside, and threw Adam Socket's ID into the toilet with contempt.

The real Adam Socket would wake up in a few hours with a headache and his wallet gone, thinking himself the victim of a mugging. It was mostly true, although Sasha had picked out Mr. Socket as his target for entry into Shapeless almost a week prior, and he had simply tossed Socket's wallet into a garbage can after extracting his ID.

Flushing the toilet, Sasha stepped out of the stall, calmly washed his hands and began making his way to the VIP section of Shapeless. Approaching the arena, a guard reached out a hand to stop him, his companion next to him staring with glazed eyes at the dance floor and dining area.

"Sorry sir, this is VIP only," the guard said in a bored monotone, his smile plastered on his face in top form. "May I see your ID?"

"Aw shucks," Sasha said, his southern accent rolling off his tongue easily. "You know I think I left it at your momma's place."

The guard stared at Sasha for a moment, then his pleasant smile turned into an ugly grimace as the man's pumpkin-sized hand reached out to grasp Sasha's shoulder. In the next second, the guard collapsed, his eyes rolling up into his head as Sasha's fist connected with the man's chin. The second guard did a double take as his partner toppled, glancing around for the man who had assuredly been there only a second ago.

Sasha, for his part, had already moved on, his disguise once again melting into a new person as he stepped up into the crowd surrounding the arena pit. Taking an empty seat not far from the bottom, Sasha stared down at the fight beginning to take place.

So this is what Roma has fallen to, Sasha thought, a small smile on his face. Reminds me of home.

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March 11th, 2045, 8:50pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Gunfire had come from a little ways down the street, shattering the rocks that had been previously guarding the super powered villain, and in a moment of his vulnerability, Klaus had seemed to... Freeze him?

Richard nearly thought Klaus might have ice powers, but there was nothing cold about it, something else was amiss. Still, he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "I've got a moment to spare buddy. The White..." He paused, cutting himself off as he realized this guy knew what his vigilante nickname was. How could he possibly know that! He never even used that name quite honestly, not unless he thought the person hearing it wasn't going to live to repeat it!

Before he let himself get any more caught up in the thought, he began to will ice to slowly crawl its way up the villain, coating him in a thin layer of frost, though it mainly clung to the suit he had donned. While this happened, Richard gave a brief wave to their 'backup' down the street, not entirely certain of who it was, but grateful for the support. Could it have been... Devon? He'd been shooting at the Witchfinders earlier, from the rooftops.

Once a decent amount of frost had accumulated on High Techtonic's equipment, Richard slipped something from his back into his hands. He adjusted the strap of Tizona and leveled it at HTT. "So, shall we wrap this up?" He said with a tiny hint of venom towards High Techtonic.

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March 11th, 2045, 10:47am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA



"The large one was a new development," she replied to Richard and Sasha. Yue seemed to compose herself and settled into more of an analytical mindset. "There have been many low intensity attacks from the Black-Coats over the past couple years," she began, chewing on her thumbnail for a moment. "Up until now they've been mostly attacks designed to draw out specific supers if I had a guess," she explained, taking a breath. Yue seemed to consider her next words carefully.

"About five weeks ago there was a Witchfinder incident in Arizona that involved three NAHLA supers, and an unregistered. The official story that was released downplayed the intensity of the incident, but there were power enhancing drugs involved," continued Yue, although she seemed to be growing increasingly agitated as she spoke.

"It was a targeted attack like the one this morning, only it didn't go so well: three of the supers were critically injured and one was killed. It wasn't just that they knew we were coming, it..." she trailed off, struggling to find the words. "They... they... THEY KNEW US! THEY KNEW OUR NAMES AND HOW TO FIGHT US!!" she finally blurted out, eyes wide. For a moment she was back in the parking garage struggling to move while several Black-Coats held tasers on her and closed in.

One single tendril of crimson flickered down her arm to her clenched fist and vanished. Yue blinked and came back before she accidentally crushed anything, taking a deep breath to compose herself and calm down. After a few moments she relaxed her hands and went back to nibbling on the end of her thumbnail.

"Sorry. I... I hope you understand why I'm being cautious."

March 11th, 2045, 7:31pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA



"Thank you Sasha-kun, I appreciate it. I'll check with Ichiro when he arrives, but I think we will take you up on the offer. It's probably going to be safer for us to move in the morning," she replied. Yue exhaled like a tremendous weight had been lifted off her shoulders and suddenly looked exhausted.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Ichiro's driving, but the thought of going out again tonight made her incredibly anxious. If she went anywhere, it should be straight to her meeting with Sairyn. She needed her powers!

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March 11th, 2045, 10:48am: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"There must be a leak within NAHLA," Sasha said, his brow furrowed. "I'm terribly sorry you had to go through that, miss Yue. And it would appear the danger to your self is no less now."

Which means I'll either need to tail her or find some way to convince her to stay so I can keep an eye on her, Sasha thought, chewing his lip for a brief moment. Miss Yue was targeted specifically. It was no mere attack. It was an attempted assassination. Just like this morning.

March 11th, 2045, 7:31pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

"Of course," Sasha said, smiling and glancing at a clock on the wall. He sighed and stood. "Please, miss Yue, get some rest if you can. The spare bedroom is just down the hall to the left. As for myself, I have a lead to track down in light of our conversation this morning."

Sasha held up his phone and wiggled it. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to let me know."

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He wasn't quite sure what the best method of dealing with them would be, but firing a kinetic penetrator followed by and explosive round to blow up somewhere along the path carved by the penetrator would be a good initial options to try. Hopefully the force of the blast would blow the boulders to smithereens or at least cause the villain to lose control of the stones.


KA-BLAM!

Without warning, his barrier exploded! But how! He kept his eye on the two festering pieces of flint, so who was it?! A THIRD Interloper?! Before he could retaliate further, that SAPPHIRE SAP seemed to speed up before his very eyes! What in the name of terraforming treachery was this?!

"Well then, are your powers organic or technological? Does the suit serve as an amplifier, or is it the source of the power?" he asked the questions rhetorically, stopping in front of The High-Techtonic's face, the man appeared frustrated, confused by how Klaus was moving so "quickly" not realizing he was a step out of time, a second behind the world around him, but in a fight, one second makes all the difference


"Denser than quartz, aren't you boy? The name is HIGH-TECHtonic! I'll have you know this suit is the greatest invention in geological history! Powered by an emerald to reflect my 'Terra-Wave' Ions! You couldn't even begin to master such a thing...now just..stand...still!" HTT cried out, attempting to launch human head-sized rocks at the cobalt clock and missing each one, but only just so.

Once a decent amount of frost had accumulated on High Techtonic's equipment, Richard slipped something from his back into his hands. He adjusted the strap of Tizona and leveled it at HTT. "So, shall we wrap this up?" He said with a tiny hint of venom towards High Techtonic.


"M-M-M-M-MY SUIT!" High-Techtonic yelped. "W-w-w-what is this sheer cold?! Let me go you..." he tried to struggle free whilst shivering, only to truly freeze at the sight of the White Death's weapon. "Well, just a minute now...this seems a little extreme, does it not? What say I give back the gems, wipe the slate clean, so to speak? Eheheh..."

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Klaus had stepped aside as the frost coated the High-Techtonic's suit. A light tap on the man's suit disabled the Zeittache's effects, a brief flash of shock washed over H-TT's face as he rejoined the rest of society in the proper timeframe


"So, shall we wrap this up?" He said with a tiny hint of venom towards High Techtonic.


"M-M-M-M-MY SUIT!" High-Techtonic yelped. "W-w-w-what is this sheer cold?! Let me go you..." he tried to struggle free whilst shivering, only to truly freeze at the sight of the White Death's weapon. "Well, just a minute now...this seems a little extreme, does it not? What say I give back the gems, wipe the slate clean, so to speak? Eheheh..."


Klaus looked over his shoulder to see the raised weapon Richard held, "No need for such measures," he gestured for Richard to lower his weapon as he knelt down, studying the suit further. He severed the connections as the wrists, cracking the ice that clung to the pieces as sirens began to wail in the distance, red and blue hues reflecting off the glass windows of the surrounding buildings.

"Emerald huh?" Well, Oz what happens when I look behind curtain number one?" he popped a small section open at the middle of the back and removed the emerald that powered the suit. "So, we'll just throw this in with the jewels you stole to help cover repair costs, given its unique cut, I'd say it'd make a lovely pendant for a well-deserving lady, who will truly add to its beauty as it adds to hers. For someone who claims to love these gems, I'm not sure why you'd hide it away, guess you can think about your choices in prison." He sighed, as the police cars swarmed the area.

"Uh, you might want to get out of here, well, we, might want to get out of here,"

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March 11th, 2045, 8:53pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Richard looked Klaus up and down a moment as he told him the gun was unnecessary, causing him to reluctantly lower it. As the power seemed to shut down in the suit of High Techtonic, Richard waved to the shooter behind them, ushering them to come join himself and Klaus.

The distant sirens alerted them to the fast approaching law enforcement.


"Uh, you might want to get out of here, well, we, might want to get out of here," Klaus stated.

"Agreed, we should both get going, there's some side alleys we can follow down this way that we can lose the police in. But we have to go quick."

Richard got ready to run back into the alley, but before doing so he turned back to High Techtonic, making sure he was still frozen in place. "If there's any fatalities because of you, I will come find you and add you to that list."


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Once Richard, Klaus, and Devon had made it away from High Techtonic, and the police response, they'd settled down for a moment to collect their thoughts, Devon's car sitting near an alleyway entrance they could easily peel out of if need be.

Richard thumbed through the phone he'd taken from the dealer, trying to match numbers with any important people or location in Atlas City. "So, what've you two been up to tonight? Doing some investigating?" He asked inquisitively.

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With the barrier of rocks demolished the villain was open to attack from both Klaus and Richard, interestingly Klaus' actions seemed to slow down the rock slinging bandit on a level that seemed odd, almost as if he was somehow out of tune with reality. Devon didn't quite know how to put it nor could he think of any method that'd cause this peculiar phenomenon. In the meantime Richard had taken the initiative to freeze the perps suit and put a rather classic smg into the face of the green goblin wannabe. Given that the situation was more or less under control Devon figured it wouldn't be a bad time to get a little closer to the building that had been the reason he came here in the first place.

With the sirens and flashing lights coming closer, the building mostly in a state where stabilizing wouldn't be possible and no clear heat signatures remaining under the rubble it would probably make quite a to get away. While he probably wasn't seen in his actions by most of the witnesses and thus he could probably claim to have nothing to do with the fight, last thing he wanted to spend his night doing was answering police questions and dealing with their bureaucratic bull.

As such the decision to follow Richard into the alleyways was quickly made, with a little direction from Devon the group made their way through the mazework of alley's to one situated near his parking spot. Should the need arise it wouldn't be hard to slip away unnoticed for the group.

As Richard browsed through a phone that he clearly wasn't didn't know the contents of, he asked the group about their activities with a hint as to his own activities. "Well if you are referring to the diner incident of this morning... Let's just say things are a bit tricky, all I can say is that if there is some more concrete information about the witchfinders out there than just hearsay and rumor...(sigh) It's either locked behind passwords or encryption, all I could find was wild goose chase material. I'm trying to look into those strange soldiers you mentioned, I recall there being extensive reporting of the revolt in Belarus by of the ex-DDR newspapers. I'm willing to bet that if those soldiers look anything like the brute of this morning, they would be all over it to use in their anti-rebel propaganda. But it's all decades old stuff so I'm not sure whether there are even archives left. But if I can find something it should serve as a nice start to the breadcrumb trail... And what about you, did you find out anything interesting?" He explained trying to not give away too much of his methods.

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March 11th, 2045, 8:53pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

Richard nodded along as Devon gave some of the info he'd come up with, listening intently as he formed his own thoughts. "Well truth be told, the info on Witchfinders might be something SINS, or the FBI or something is keeping close to its chest. Maybe wants to avoid info leaks that could help them figure out how to avoid getting caught, though they seem to be managing that anyways. As for your ex-DDR newspapers..."

He tapped his index finger to his lips for a moment in quiet concentration. "I'm not so sure how easy that will be to find... If that thing from today really did show up in Belarus, it was either the US government that sent it in to support the rebels, or some other organization. I doubt Belarus had the materials to make something like that on their own... At any rate, I imagine the Soviets may actually prefer to keep something like that more hush-hush, especially if they want to make anything like Balthazar for themselves. And as for the US, if it was them, I doubt they let those newspapers leave any trace behind." He let out a slow sigh, feeling doubly frustrated by the conjecture and lack of facts, but also the fact that he'd been using his powers today a little more than he preferred.


"That's the interesting part of it all, because the ex-DDR territories gives us a glimpse of the soviets behavior, and it shows they did not give a damn regarding such hypocrisy. They built massive monuments denouncing the destruction camps, when in those same camps just a few miles away from the monument the furnaces deal with the soviet's undesirables. As for the American side of things, since the re-integration of the DDR the influence from the US has been severely reduced. And since there are still news outlets spreading communist propaganda and I'm pretty sure a decent penny of their funding comes right from the eastern powers pockets, so I doubt they managed to make all coverage disappear. That being said I think I'll consider myself lucky if the search ends up yielding anything remotely useful. A search towards the drugs they used might have yielded more results, but I'm quite sure it would get buried under junk results without a more targeted approach." Devon responded as he took his phone out of his pocket for a quick update on the time.

"So, what is it you both plan to do about this then?" Klaus asked with a sly grin beneath his mask as he leaned against the nearest wall with his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't versed on every minute detail of the past, and frankly these Witchfinders and their chemical concoctions never even crossed his desk. He was in the thick of it and truly hated the idea of these drugs getting any sort of attention, destroying them would be best, even if it didn't mean any leads. "I'd like to tag along if I may, keeping these drugs off the street at the very least would help buy some time before another attack in broad daylight, and set their operation back a few months. That sort of time will make someone angry, and that anger will lead to someone getting sloppy, so your leads will come sooner than later I'm sure."

Richard paused for thought as he considered what Devon had said, his hand gently caressing the bottom of his chin contemplatively. "Whatever the case may be with the ex-DDR, the USSR, and the pro-Communists, it sounds like some of what you're talking about has been buried. There's a reason for that, question is what is it? Might mean paying a visit to Germany sometime." He chuckled lightly, though mostly because he rather enjoyed the idea of a bit of globe trotting. Though work had to come first.

"Well, I'd certainly appreciate some help if you're both offering," he said in response to Klaus's comments, but directed at Devon as well. "Right now, the best plan I can come up with is an 'unauthorized raid' you might say. Got a number in this phone here that's come up a few times, looks like it traces back to a 'Club Shapeless'. I'm thinking they may have a warehouse somewhere attached to the club. I don't know for sure if that's where these drugs came from, but it's the only lead I have right now."


Club Shapeless, now that was a name he knew, unfortunately. A not so typical rich man's club, one that had it's fair few rumors of shady dealings floating around, but in the end business is business until a substantial claim comes along. "Well if you have a strong suspicion that it's tied to the drugs, I'm in for a stash, trash and dash. Also I happen to know where that club is, but a fair warning. If we're gonna raid this place, you need to be aware that you're going to make enemies with some influential and powerful people. So we better make sure we find what we are looking for there, before we get detected."

There was a nod of approval in response from Richard. "Good points. Makes me wonder if we should try and do some damage, make it look like it's gang related, or if it's better to try to be in and out without causing a stir."

"As far as I'm concerned, the people are already the enemy if they are allowing their club to be a hub for drug smuggling," he shrugged his shoulders, "You cant tell me they are unaware that product is going missing or is simply unaccounted for, no I'm sure we will find a list of prospective clients and perhaps one or two street level dealers at this hour ready to pick up their wares." He pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning on and cocked his head to the side indicating they should get moving. "Let 'em know it was us, that someone is watching them, I want them afraid."

He frowned under his mask, drugs never lead to anything good, simply a means to fill a void in one's life, or as a shortcut to power and money, all throughout time it had been the same, and always ended in violent deaths and power vacuums. Not this time, This raid could push someone's schedule back months, giving him, and the others time to investigate, to cut off the head of the snake, and should he learn that before the others, well, Klaus had his ways of persuading someone off their destructive path. Voids in the hearts of men aren't much different than Black Holes in space, they suck in and destroy anything that comes within reach. However, there's a point, the Event Horizon where time stops, a chance to reflect, to think back on everything, before being pulled in and devoured. He would be that Event Horizon, pull the man or woman to the brink of destruction, force them to reflect.


There was a slight chuckle at what Klaus had said. Richard grinned in an all too pleased manner at what his new found associate had proposed. "That is a very vigilante way of looking at it. Or maybe it's just mine. Either way, I like it. Let's put some fear into them..."

"Fear is the best deterrent imaginable, it can overpower all other emotions and motivations, but only if they feel they aren't safe anywhere, regardless of the amount of bodyguards and countermeasures. As such I prefer to leave a ghostlike impression, appear anywhere and strike without notice."

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March 11th, 2045, Approx. 10:00pm: Atlas City, North Carolina, USA

There had been plenty of noise at Club Shapeless in the previous hours, but things had quieted down to mainly the thrumming sound of music inside the building. Guards dotted about the imposing, concrete structure. Looked like something from '1984', or another dystopian society, but designed to have more artistic flair, more charm added. In the back portion of the property, there was another rectangular concrete building, with several small windows on the walls, and what appeared to be only one entrance. From the ground level, rooftop access wasn't visible, but it was possible it existed.

Richard checked Tizona quickly to make sure it was ready for action, feeling a slight rush of adrenaline, anxiety, and excitement. "Right, so how do we want to try and enter?" He spoke quietly to his counterparts. "In through the front? The three of us could probably take any guards, but we'd have a shorter window of opportunity before backup arrives."


"Well, we could have our sharp shooter here start taking out windows, and when they come to investigate we take them out before moving inside to finish off any remaining guards and check the operation. You could also call that number you found and see what happens when you tell them we're outside, but I'll leave the choice to you, it's your operation after all."

"With this kind of place I recon their handbook says to request back-up first and then investigate. I'm pretty confident that I'll be able to hold my own against a flood of grunts, but I feel like sounding the alarm would make the infiltration harder. Perhaps there's another way in buildings have six sides after all, maybe there's a utilities crawlspace we can access from the outside, a fire exit or rooftop access. We can always come back to the front door solutions." Devon said with a hushed tone of voice practically thinking out loud.

"You've got some good points. We should scout the area first, see if there's any other entrances. Also... You think there's a chance Yue's awake?" Richard asked a bit hopefully. "Not that I want to throw her into oncoming danger, but she's obviously pretty strong... Might be able to start things off a little more quietly... We'll make our exit with a bang." He nodded over to Klaus, affirmation that he still intended to leave some scars on this place.

Klaus shrugged, "Well, I'll leave the planning up to you two then," he sighed, "Though I feel as if Miss Yue wanted to lay low given the events of this morning, we've no way to know as of yet if what we find here will link us to the Witchfinders from this morning anyway. Best to let her recover while we handle this, until we can provide a solid link, that is."[/color=#1E90FF]

[color=#2B4F81]Richard bit his lip for a moment in consideration, nodding his head side to side as he considered what Klaus had said. "Well, I'll at least give her a text, see what she's thinking. If she wants to come along, I think the help would be great." He started typing up a quick text, giving Yue their current location, a small idea of what was going on, and signing it off before sending.


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Yue lie awake in Sasha's guest room staring at the unfamiliar ceiling when her vibrating phone caught her attention. She flicked an eye towards the living room where Ichiro was laid out on the couch, but didn't detect any movement. Her burgundy gaze squinted against the light of her phone as she blew a stray lock of hair out of her face. Text from Richard? Oh. They were getting into trouble. She bit her lip apprehensively for a few moments before she brought up the location. It was a few miles away, and the keys were trapped in Ichiro's pockets. Yue breathed a sigh of exasperation... better to go check it out.

*Two minutes.* She texted back.

A quick rummage through the bag Ichiro brought her yielded her shoes, a slim black hoodie, and the neoprene face mask she'd requested for their drive back to the NAHLA facility in the morning. Yue had heard Sasha return to the apartment a few minutes previous, so she closed the guest room door as quietly as she could before she slipped everything on hurriedly. After listening for movement one last time she pulled the mask over her nose and slipped silently out the window.

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A figure crouched silently on the corner of a building overlooking the alley like a gargoyle in the shadow of the rooftop stairwell access. It had only taken a minute or so to cross the city with Raiton even carefully keeping to deserted side-streets and alleyways. She gazed down at the group thoughtfully for a long moment, tapping her slender fingers against her bottom lip through the mask in thought as she considered a group of men huddled together in an alleyway... discussing something nefarious no doubt.

Boys...

Yue pulled her phone out of her pocket and made sure it was silenced and the camera flash was off before she snapped a photo of them from her perch.

*Found some suspicious characters. Probs up to no good*

She slyly sent the text to Richard, along with the attached photo.

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Richard's phone buzzed silently, causing him to quickly take a look and see if Yue had made it to... Oh. Yeah, she was definitely there alright. He let out a soft, quiet laugh after seeing the picture and text, before sending a response.

*Better get over here and make sure we do some good then.*

He looked at Klaus and Devon quickly. "Yue's here, time to ready up."

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After Yue had joined the three men, and they exchanged pleasant greetings and banter, they went about scouting the area. Richard and Klaus stuck to the ground, trying to find any maintenance entrances that may lead under the warehouse, and when Devon and Yue were sufficiently confident the coast was clear, they set about checking the roof.

Devon and Yue were successful in finding a rooftop maintenance hatch, and signaled for Richard and Klaus to join them up top. Once everyone was up top, they made their way inside the warehouse, and cautiously scoped out where guards were placed or patrolling.

Yue helped the others get to the roof the same way she helped Devon: by offering a boost and then literally catapulting them onto the ledge with a smooth, effortless strength that belied her frame. A very tiny flicker of crimson might have been noticeable if they paid close enough attention. She followed them by vaulting up a dumpster and running up the wall to grasp the ledge, then using the momentum to pull herself up and roll onto the ledge quietly. After they were inside, she darted along the catwalks, marking the guards below with hand signals, and then leaping out over the space with barely a heartbeat of hesitation. She stepped gracefully across two electrical conduits and perched like a huge predatory cat on a thick water pipe over a space where a small number of guards were gathered in conversation.

In a similar method Devon followed after Yue as the darted across the utility infrastructure of the warehouse, with her scouting ahead he only had to keep watch for those who escaped the cat s eye. Relaying the hand signals of Yue to the others as she spotted more of them and adding on his own layer of information. When she reached the group and took perch he saw his chance clean to cross a path onto the upper pipework, squeezing his body into the tight area between the pipes and the roof he crawled into a position where he had a clear line of sight of the group below and his team mates.

Quiet. Four here. Movers there. More in rooms maybe, she signaled to the others.


Klaus tagged each thug Yue pointed out in his HUD, monitoring their movements as they patrolled, given the arms they bared, there was no question something illicit was happening, and he had to wonder just how much the owners of Shapeless knew, or if they'd been paid to look the other way.

He dropped down silently behind one of the thugs and went to work trapping them in stasis. He suit protested as the Chorno Dialer began to warm up around his wrist, he shook the sensation away, untagging the few he had left to trap out of time to allow some more power to his tech. He made a mental note to somehow create a device that operated over a larger area to put potentially an entire building into stasis. He thought a lot about what he could and should do when working, always eager to up his tech before the crushing realization descended on him that he wasn't in his own time, and he wasn't the brains behind the tech to begin with.

He sighed and gave Richard a thumbs up as he trapped the last armed thug in stasis. He cold release them all at once with a simple command, but for now the most obvious thugs were taken care of, allowing them to focus on the ground level and get to work inspecting crates.


Richard responded with a thumbs up to Klaus, before pulling a combat knife from a sheath attached to his leg. An operation like this would be better off quiet to start with. Everything seemingly was under control, so he signalled back to Yue and Devon to give them the all clear for the main area. Richard quietly made his way over to the offices and other side rooms, slipping into one with no lights on inside and a plaque that said 'Supply Procurement'. Once he was able to quietly close it behind him, he made his way over the what he assumed was the Supply Manager's desk, pulling out a flash light which he kept low to avoid shining through windows.

After checking through drawers, he found one that was locked. Might be the place to look. Slipping the knife in, he managed to break the lock by applying just a little too much pressure trying to force it to open. Richard quickly sifted through some papers, finding transport records that gave an idea about where the goods being stored had come from.


Yue narrowed her eyes and gave Richard a disapproving look, and then felt a bit hypocritical for a moment, since Devon was hovering over her with a literal arsenal in firearms and she didn't feel the need to chide him about it. Devon had already shown that he was capable of restraint on the other hand: she hadn't had a chance to really see Richard operate during the diner battle. She tapped her fingers on her knee apprehensively, and for a tangible heartbeat looked like she wasn't going to let it go.

Instead she decided to trust Richard and dropped down from her perch lithely onto a stack of containers, lowering herself down towards the group of thugs below her. She reached out and waved a hand in front of stasis trapped guards experimentally, not quite curious enough to touch any of them. Yue slipped stealthily down the side opposite Richard to check the other rooms there, being careful to stay in Devon's line of sight.

Devon crawled through the narrow above the pipes towards the rooms Yue had gone to investigate keeping a close eye on any movement below, given he had become their only eye in the sky. Well as temporary as that would be as the pipes went around a bend and crossed right under an I-beam, which meant crawling back to the last exit point, a raised storage deck with a nice climbable railing. There were quite a decent collection of crates and boxes on the deck containing quite a nice assortment of alcohols and ingredients for the plethora of mixed drinks these high rollers would likely order. After looking around for any guards that might spot him were he to drop to the ground floor he made his way down and went into the direction Yue had gone.

However a traffic mirror at the end of the corridor showed they'd have company real soon, an armed guard likely just making his rounds looked like he was about to pop around the corner. Devon rushed into the room Yue had just entered to search and carefully closed the door behind them.

He tapped Yue on the shoulder to get her attention as silently as possible."Mover incoming, get ready at the door." He whispered before taking position at the side of the door.

She flinched. In the blink of an eye she'd slid half a step back and nearly had her hands on Devon's wrist.

"Yare yareda," she whispered, having nearly thrown him straight into the ground. She exhaled slowly and hoped he hadn't noticed... because if he could move like that all the time, she was going to have to put a bell on him or something. Yue turned her head to listen to him and then moved to press herself against the wall on the opposite side of the door, getting ready to grab the patroller as he moved past.

Klaus knelt down as the one patroller made his way around the corner where Devon and Yue waited. He knew the two were more than aware of his presence so he took the opportunity to drop down behind the man and backpedal his way into one of the empty offices where Richard was hard at work investigating the boxes and some papers he'd taken from an otherwise clean desk. "Find anything useful?" he asked, opening a box of liquor and checking the bottles for any obvious signs of tampering.

Richard had his knife in a vice grip as Klaus came in, but quickly relaxed once he realized it wasn't a guard. "I'd say you should knock, but not the right time I guess. But I'm not sure yet. They order in a lot of liquor, but the shipments they're getting are way too big, and way too often, to make sense." He paused as he read over some of the documents a bit more. As Klaus looked in a box, something had occurred to Richard. "It looks like the shipments are being brought in by either trucks they own, or random shipping companies. I think it's coming from a central warehouse they own. Check the bottom of that crate Klaus, see if the labels look a little more worn out or damaged."

Something else had occurred to Richard as well after saying that, and he quickly went to rummage through the other drawers, and soon filing cabinets as well. This club may be breaking dozens of laws, but undoubtedly they're keeping some things on the books, trying to at least pass as being legitimate. Which made Richard wonder if they could follow a corporate paper trail to possible owners.


Yue counted down silently on her fingers to Devon, reaching Zero just as the guard stepped past and signalling him to open the door for her. She leapt out, delivering a six-inch punch directly to the thug's Vagus nerve, and then scrambled to keep him from making noise as he crumpled into a heap and pissed his pants. Yue paused for a long moment to make sure he was still breathing and then dragged him quietly into the room with Devon, holding her nose away from the smell.

"Ugh... what are they feeding these guys?" She muttered under her breath, propping the thug up in a corner. "I'm not sure what you guys are looking for, so I'll clear the rooms and keep watch," she whispered, peeking back out into the warehouse to check for more patrolling thugs.

Devon chuckled at Yue's comment about the guards feeding patterns. "that would be asparagus, oh and welcome to the one third of the population that can 'enjoy' this smell. Though honestly they look more like a taco bell type of guy than one for fine dining." He whispered as he poked the guy with his foot. The guard was out cold and would be for a while. Devon contemplated if this would have been his fate if Yue had been a tad more twitchy, probably better to not sneak up on her at all.

"at any rate we're looking for documents, containers or what have you not. Richard picked up a strong clue that this place is tied to drug dealing, Perhaps they also dabble into the Witchfinders favorite blend. Worst case we roll up a drug dispensary, best case we get a lead on the Witchfinders. He said with hushed voice. Taking a good look around the room there were two computers, a couple stacks of what looked to be freight documents and shipping labels that piqued his interest. Before bothering with the physical documents he turned the computers on, both of which were password protected... Not unexpected, but still a bummer.

The stack of freight documents on the other hand were quite a bit more interesting. A lot of the documents originated from a couple local liquor suppliers he knew quite well, but oddly enough never shipped by the liquor suppliers themselves, while he knew for a fact that the address wouldn't be far enough off the delivery routes to cost anything extra. Then there were the documents from other places he couldn't recognize, the amount of cargo was less than with the local suppliers he knew, but the weights didn't add up with that they always came out just a bit heavier than what he'd expect with the volume of liquor, and it wasn't a discrepancy he could just whisk away as being a difference in packaging materials.

"I recon I have something, but I'll need to find a specific pallet to confirm it. I'm looking for any pallet with this kind of company logo. The weight doesn't quite add up with the contents." He whispered to Yue as he held up a freight document and pointing to the logo on the corner of the document. He looked around a bit trying to get a bit more of a bearing on the logistical layout of the building, easiest place to find an untouched suspicious pallet would be inbound goods and it made sense to have the office processing them near that area, but nothing really jumped out as being an inbound goods area.

"We should check the unloading area," She said, squinting at the label for a few seconds before poking her head back through the door one last time. "If they had a delivery recently there might be pallets that they haven't broken down and sorted yet." She thought for a minute, trying to picture the layout of the building based on what she'd seen while moving across the catwalks.

"If I had a guess, it's on the opposite end from where we came in: I don't recall seeing a door where trucks could pull up, or where freight could be brought in from this side. Careful though, there could be more of his friends lurking over there," she warned, flicking her head to the unconscious thug and slipping out the door.

She vaulted off the wall of a container and pulled herself back up to the catwalk area, flitting quietly through the shadows towards the other end of the warehouse. It took what felt like several long minutes, but she eventually found the freight dock. There were a handful of pallets on the sorting floor that hadn't been unpacked yet, along with a few workers and thugs milling about. Yue perched in the shadows on top of a container as close as she dare and pulled her phone out, using the camera zoom on her phone to get a closer look at the cargo.

One pallet tucked in with the others had a logo matching what Devon had shown her. She snapped a picture of it and sent it to Devon. If he needed a closer look than that something would need to be done about the personnel on the sorting floor.

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After some rather more intricate clambering than Yue's graceful ascend to the catwalks Devon pulled up near her. He took a look at the picture she had just sent him and there it was in plain sight the pallet they'd need to get their hands on. Of course, the floor was a bit crowded with armed personnel and workers alike. "I guess this is where the silent method ends." He sighed. "Can you give the others a heads up, extraction in about 10 minutes... Oh, and if that pallet holds that Witchfinders drug this place is going up in flames. I'm going to clear the floor." He whispered to Yue before making his way back on the catwalk.

She nodded, shooting a quick text to Richard.

*Going loud. Exfil in 10.*

With the sorting floor between him and the freight docks, anyone trying to flee would naturally be herded out of the building. The guards may be crooks, but the workers probably were just innocents dragged into this all. Devon jumped off the catwalk and onto the ground floor landing with a loud audible thud. Before any of the guards could react enough to aim their sights at Devon he had already pulled his guns and fired rounds aimed at the weapons of the ones closest to him. "GET OUT NOW!" He yelled at the group in front of him before he proceeded to disarm the other guards. The workers didn't need any more persuasion than that to get them to scramble for the loading dock doors. The guards on the other hand didn't quite get the memo and tried their hand at opening fire against Devon, it wasn't until they saw the shots harmlessly plink off the armor that they got a fair grasp at just how far they'd be up shit creek trying to fight instead of running.

Yue flinched when Devon was hit, nearly falling out of her perch. She calmed down after a moment when it was apparent that not only was he okay, but that he had the situation well under control. It was kind of mesmerizing to see him project such terrifying intent and still not injure anyone. Yue rested her head in one hand and chewed on her bottom lip absently for a moment.

Devon fired a few shots after them, to chase them out and make sure they stayed out than to cause any more harm. When the grounds cleared and nobody seemed to be making their way towards him he walked towards the marked pallet. The contents were a bunch of those expensive bottles of liquor, the kind that gets single packed in a cardboard box, all held together with a royal helping of clear packaging foil. He ripped the foil open with a nearby box cutter. He looked at the print on the box for the first one and tried to get a bit of a gauge for the weight it had and what he would have expected from such a bottle, it seemed to match. Figuring they probably had the 'off' bottles on the bottom of the stack began unstacking a column of boxes trying to dig his way to the bottom and middle of the pallet.

After digging through the two outermost layers he found what he was looking for, a box that felt just that bit heavier than the others had been. Either someone filled that bottle with plain water or there was something else in this bottle. He opened the box and pulled the bottle out carefully. The seal seemed intact, screw cap exactly how you'd expect it to look, nothing that would denote any tampering. He gave the bottle a bit of a shake to check the alcohol content of the bottle... That certainly didn't behave like regular liquor. It wasn't the stuff the Witchfinders injected themselves with, but it wasn't what was advertised on the bottle either. He opened the bottle and wafted a bit of the vapor in his direction. It didn't smell anything like alcohol not even a hint of it, no pleasant aroma of the volatiles in the liquor, only a strong chemical smell a bit like industrial solvents.

Devon screwed the cap back onto the bottle and walked towards Yue. "This isn't what the Witchfinders used, but it's an illegal substance for sure, no clue which one though. Anyways, what do you recon we do next, just leaving this place in operation would leave a sour taste in my opinion. But I have no way to start an official investigation and I don't think this warrants the collateral damage of blowing the place sky high."

"We could call in a tip to the police," she offered, slipping down off her perch towards him and inspecting the bottle. "But we should also take some of this to be analyzed and identified," she said thoughtfully, turning the bottle over in her hands slowly. The whole situation was giving her deja vu, but she couldn't place a finger on exactly why... just that spine chill realization that all this was eerily familiar.

"Do you know a place then? Because I sure don't know anyone with a lab that could analyze this stuff and not put us into cuffs for running around with it or stealing it from some random warehouse. And tipping the police off about this place isn't very likely to work, without incriminating ourselves we don't have any substanciatable evidence to base a raid on and...[sigh] I really don't think those guys would be able to find what they are looking for without opening every bottle along the way. No offense to them, but they are used to identifying alcohol and drugs in humans not in liquor." Devon looked over to the door to the loading dock, the door was left open in the hurried escape, but he doubted the ones he chased out wouldn't come back with friends.

"Anyways, those guards will probably be back soon likely with friends and bigger guns, let's go back to the maintenance hatch, just in case Richard and Klaus need a hand with getting out and away." He said as he walked to a fire alarm and pulled it. After moving a sufficient distance towards the entry point he fired two rounds in the direction of the pallet of liquor that had been hiding the drugs, the first one exploding with enough force to break most of the bottles in their boxes and the second an incendiary round to start a fire in that portion of the building. The fire suppression system would be able to contain that alcohol fueled fire, but not before it would have burned it's way through nearly all of that flammable liquid stored over there. "That should put a dent in their operations, and perhaps trigger an investigation if some of those bottles survive." He said pointing at the bottle in Yue's possession.

[b]"Well,"
she hesitated. "I... know a guy... that could tell us what this is. As for the police, if that's your thought," she watched the fire for a moment, struggling to come up with a solution that didn't reveal her to be a registered pro NAHLA agent... though with her outburst earlier in the night she'd be surprised if some of them hadn't already put pieces together.

"If we cause a big enough incident, one of the agencies will come take a look. If we call in a tip that suggests this is a Witchfinder incident... uh... from a phone we don't want to keep, SINS will swarm this place in minutes. That will put a major cramp in their business model."

"Got it, could you check our friend peebody for his phone? In the meantime I'm going to put a few more scorch marks on this place, the salt I can't replicate, but it should be convincing enough." Devon said as he holstered his pistols in his coat and drew the rifle from his back.

He ran his way back to the maintenance hatch while firing his rifle in various directions at anything he was remotely sure wouldn't instantly cause a major fire or an explosion, leaving bullet and scorch marks all over the place.

Yue grabbed the thug's phone and made her way to the maintenance hatch behind Devon. She waited until they were all gathered there before she made the call to the SINS hotline to report that she'd seen some rough looking men in black coats breaking into a warehouse, shooting the place up, and packing bottles into a vehicle. Of course, she agreed to stay on the line, and then left the phone on the catwalk before hurrying the others to leave. She'd worked with SINS in the past, and although they were a little heavy-handed, especially with unregistered supers for her tastes, they were scarily efficient and often arrived on scene much faster than she anticipated.