Belhurst City

The situation was tense. A psycho calling himself Max was hold up in a ten story office building with five hostages. They were all up on the tenth floor, but he had men wandering around on the lower levels, and all of them had a vest of explosives on. It was unclear what this Max guy wanted, but he was communicating with the local SWAT team, asking for something called Tangeium (tan-g-um) and they had no idea what he was talking about. And so The Unit had been called in. All of the needed members filled out of the black van in the alleyway where no one could see them and made their way into the building through rear entrance.

Richard Kings, the late member of the group, had been the leader, and in his absense Vincent was trying to fill the position. It wasn't going so well as of yet, he just wasn't meant to be the leader, but he would try his best.

"Alright team, here's the situation. Mad Max is upstairs and he and his goons have high explosives and hostages. They wants us to save as many of the hostages as we can, and try not to destroy the building...like last time..." Vincent says, wearing his black outfit, his skin a dull gray after absorbing the properties of iron. "They've got guns as well, so stay behind me if they start to fire, got it?"

With that they began to move out, trying to be as quiet as possible, which was far for him seeing as how he now weighed several hundred pounds and was more or less made of metal. Coming across the first goon he gives him an easy whack to the back of the head, easily knocking him out. He then grabs he and sets him down gently so that Jared can see about what kind of explosives they were dealing with.

Violet hopped out of the black van in her uniform. From the corner of her eye she spotted a few guys around her age eyeing her up and down. She rolled her dark silver eyes at them. "Pathetic," she whispered to herself. Either way, though, a slight grin was spread across her face. What she'd do to them if she ever got her hands on them. Then she snapped back to attention as Vincent started to speak. With the blink of her lashes, she changed her perspective of vision to Empathy. He was nervous; he felt as though he couldn't live up to Richard's leadership, she observed. And then her vision faded back to normal. "Mad Max...." She turned to Jared as they started walking again. "What kind of name is that? They could at least come up with something more... Violent." She grinned evilly.

Then she saw the first goon. Behind him, unaware to Vincent apparently, was another one. She rose her right palm to him and stopped in her tracks. The goon snorted, saying something about how he was sooo scared. "Pa-lease. I've seen that trick a thousand times before." Rolling her eyes, she let three precise bullets fly from her magnificently crafted metal skeleton. He was blown back instantly, hitting a wall and sliding down. Blood was pouring out of his left arm, right leg, and gut. The small hole that had formed in her palm now vanished as soon as it appeared. Catching up to Vincent, Violet whispered to him in a gentle tone. "Don't worry, Vince." She placed a soothing hand on his shoulder. "You're doin' great so far." With a sparkling snow white smile flashed his way, Lady Vengeance hoped that Vince would pick up on her happy and good vibe and start to cheer up a little. The violet haired eighteen year old female squeezed his shoulder, sending him a silent message to relax.

Jared walked comfortably in his tights as he walked out of the van. He pulled on his gloves as a surgeon would before doing a procedure. He grinned at Violet's remark, "Well, I suppose that because he has hostages and bombs everywhere the name suits him well". "Anyways I'm not one to criticize... I am, after all, named after a part of the brain", Jared said still grinning as Vincent and Violet did the dirty work.

Jared leaned over examining the explosives that was strapped to the poor fellows chest. "I say we have a class three M112 Composition C4 Block Demolition Charge on our hands. Just enough to blow through up to five feet of steel, so it is mainly used for destroying and bringing down buildings such as this one", said Jared as he looked sternly at the C4. "So, what's our next move?", Jared said as he looked at Vincent.

Vincent flinched a bit as he heard Violet fire off the three rounds, but then again he always did that when it came to gunfire, another reason he prefered his fists. He let out a sigh as placed a hand on his shoulder. Again he had forgotten abot how perceptive she could be, but her words did help ease his nervousness a bit. "Thanks," he says quietly before Jared walks over and does his examination of the explosive.

"Great," Vincent says sarcastically, "He's probably planning on bringing the building down even if he gets that Tangeium stuff...whatever it is..." But now he was thinking a bit more, raising up and looking around the corner to see two men running down the stairs to see what the noise was. "I wonder if this guy is really smart enough to pull this off on his own. These goons of his seem pretty simple minded, maked me wonder about their boss!" the last word came out a bit louder than he had meant for it to, because just then he reached out and slammed the goons heads together, then allowed them to gently fall to the floor. "Jared, think you can disarm these explosives?"

Moving around the corner he spies the fire extenguisher case is ajar. Checking it he finds another wad of C4 stuffed inside, this one with a not-yet-armed timer attahced to it. Cursing silently he turns back to the other and points a thumb at the device.

"Change of plan...we need to get those hostages out of here now, forget the explosives. If the building goes, it goes..." he says, obviously a bit more nervous than he had been, but this time only because he was the only person he knew who would be able to stand the building falling on them, aside from maybe Violet.

As soon as she heard the thick sarcasem in Vince's voice she let out a long and heaved sigh. Would he ever let go of the stress of being the Alpha? Then again, she didn't blame him. It was a hard job to do. She could at least support him in any way she could. Turning to Jared and listening to the twosome speak, she let out a low grumble and growl in frustration. Indeed, the bomb was a big problem, but they needed to focus on the actual lives in charge. As Vincent defeated two more pathetic goons, which made her snicker, she looked up at the building and stepped back a few steps. She sent Jared a sacred signal with her mind that she knew he would want to watch. With a blink of her eyes, Violet now felt like Superman, without the super strength and all. Her X-Ray vision peered through the building to seek out the victims. And then....

"Got'em." She stated. The Vengeful V grinned with a might like no other. With a rip that would make normal mortals cringe, her wings arrived on the scene, popping and cracking out of her back. She was used to the pain brought upon by her beloved metal feathers by now. Bending down on her knees and looking up to the sky, she sprung forward and up to the sky, flapping her wings. As she reached the fifth level of the building, she settled herself on the ridge of a window like a bird would and smiled down at Jared and Vincent.

Jared listened intently to Vincent as he handled two more goons. "I may-", Jared said as he was cut off from Vincent's question as Vincent found another bomb. "Yes, I agree the hostages are our first priority", Jared said as he got a mental message from Violet. He then turned to her direction as she unleased her metal wings on her back. "Magnificent!", Jared said under his breath as Violet flew to the top of the building where she claimed to have seen the hostages.

"Excellent! Now we will be right up!", Jared shouted up to her as he then began to lift himself and vincent into the sky with his mind. He had no problem lifting himself up, but Vincent was alot more heavier because of his powers. Even then Jared did not strain himself too much as they now reached the height that Violet has reached. "Ok I suggest we come up with a plan before we enter. I'm guessing that Mad Max is up there with the hostages and is probably armed. No doubt he has some goons up there as well. Any suggestions?", Jared said as he looked at the two other heroes.

Vincent felt his stomach lurch as he was lifted up into the air by Jared's mental abilities. With his power he had no reason to fear heights, but it was in his nature, even before he got his abilities he was terrified not of heights, but of falling from them. Now hw only had to worry about who or whatever was below him when he fell. Soon, though, they stopped moving, and he was stable enough to let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding before looking in the window.

"Sounds about right," he agrees, keeping out of sight as gets as good a view as he can from his position, "A plan would be nice, too bad all I'm good for is cannon fodder. Maybe I could go in ahead and take the heat while you two head around to another window or something. I'm sure you could take him out if you got a clear shot, right Violet?" Looking back at his friends it's clear he's thinking clearer, even if it doesn't sound like it. Over the years they've worked together he's been shot, blown up, and worse, all to make sure they were safe, and in his mind that's the best option now.
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Inside Max is circling around the hostages, a walkie talkie pressed to the right side of his head, a vest covered in C4 and wires wrapped around his torso, and a handgun in his free hand. He has a wild, scared look in his eyes, and so do his men, as if they all know something is very wrong and there's nothing they can do about any of it. On the other end of the walkie talkie is the voice of the SWAT team negotiator, but he's having no luck. There is, however, another voice, one heard only by Max, one that would be very familiar to the members of The Unit, if they could hear it. A voice warning Max that if he doesn't go through with this he's dead, but promising him power if he can pull this off.

With a flap of her wings and a "SLINK" of her Wolverine claws popping out of her skeleton, she nodded to Vincent. "Sounds good to me. And don't worry, Vince," A wicked smile crossed her face. "I'll take him down in seconds if I have to." With that, she nodded to her team, and jumped off of the window sill. "Jared, you should take this end. I'll go on the other side of the building." She flew up and over the roof, the wind blowing her hair back like a superstar during a photoshoot. Lady Vengeance landed swiftly and quietly as she peered inside from her window. Her pupils suddenly growing supremily large, Vi's eyesight was increased by 10,000 times. She carefully studied each of the victims inside, trying to calculate how many she would have to get...and what weapon she should use to attack "Mad Max". The eighteen year old snorted. "Pathetic name for a man of his status," Miss. Sparrow whispered to herself.

But then she saw something...something horrifying to her at the least. At gun point was a three year old girl who was crying for her mother.

~~Flashback~~
"Mommy, mommy!" Poor three year old Violet was being pulled away by some FBI agents. The leader, with a scar across his left eye, looked to her and slapped her. "SHUT UP, KID!" He snarled, then turned back to Mrs. Sparrow, Violet's aunt. She whimpered her last words as she was shot right between the eyes. Every single victim screamed and started to cry or beg for mercy. Scar Face, as V's mind called him, let out a big, ugly laugh. "Keep the girl her. She needs to get it straight in her puny stupid head that her parents are gone. Perminately." With that, the guards pinned her to a wall, stapled her actually. The small brunette hollared out in pain as her mother looked to her little one in agony.
"Let me go. Let me go. LET. ME. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
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Paralyzed in her position, eyes wet with tears, and even more pale than she usually was, Violet could not shake off the horrifying experience of that night. It was only when something in her mind shook her awake that she paid attention once more.

Jared watched as Violet took command of the situation and at that moment an idea sprung into Jared's brilliant brain. Jared then began to work out all of the details and made sure it was the best possible move, just as he would when playing chess. It was a risky move, but it was the best choice they had. Jared then pulled on his gloves and jiggled his glasses. "Vincent, I have an idea. While Violet is in the back you can jump in and take the fire with your iron body. While the enemies are distracted from that Violet will hopefully catch on and attack from behind. All of the chaos will give me a chance to float every hostage out of here from behind your protection", Jared said to the floating behemoth. "So... you up to it?", Jared's glasses flashed in the radiant sunlight.

(Not my longest post, but it will have to do.)

Vincent watched as Violet took flight, then turned back to Jared. "Cool, sounds good to me. Just make sure they're all safe, alright? And don't get shot, no telling what those military medics would do to you in their underground hospitals." He says, giving him a thumbs up before turning and stepping onto the ledge of the window. Glancing back at Jared he nods once more, then with an animalistic growl that has a slight metalic ring to it, he plunges through the window. Right away the men turn and bullets begin to fly through the air, but they meerly hit and bounce off of Vincent without even leaving a dent.

As he walks further into the room he clenches his fists and goes to work. When a goon come within range he grabs and crushes the gun, tosses it aside, then levels them with a quick fist to the stomach. After dropping a good number of them he starts to move back, drawing out more of the men from the room where the hostages are being held, until finally there are only two goons and Max.

I hope we can pull this off... Vincent thinks, tossing a table top at a group of seven or eight of the goons, "That all you got!" He yells as one of them actually throws a grenade at him and he simply catches it and crushes it before it can go off.

Violet blinked. "That all you got!" She gasped. "Vincent! Shit!" Shame on you, Vi. Shame! Bad hero, bad! Smashing open the window with her Wolverine claws, Lady Vengeance entered the room with not only grace and style, but her head held high and spreading fear within the eyes of those dumb goons that could only stare. She smirked and crossed her arms. "Enjoy the view while ya can, boys." With that, the dark silver eyed tomboy slowly started to grin evilly. A goon from her far left was about to jump at her and attack. Without even looking his way, she clenched her fists and held out a hand his way. His chest went straight towards her claws. Blood splattered on the walls. "Oops," She threw the dead body out the window as if it was a tiny stuffed animal. V's glare turned deadly. "I missed."

Then her favorite part - the ultimate distraction - was up next. She lifted her bloodied claw to her lips and slowly licked the blood off. Almost every goon inside screamed as Jared, with his powers, lifted the victims to safety. A laugh errupted from her throat. Lady Vengeance's eyes turned to Vincent, and she winked. A mischievious smile crossed her face as she started towards Mad Max. She licked her bloodied lips with pleasure and let a pleased chuckle escape her as she saw his reaction. Tauntingly walking around Max, she whispered to him, "Now, what should I do with you." Violet looked the man up and down. Metal claws lightly ran across his chest. "Pick your poison: the fun way, or the easy way." Placing her hands on her hips and flipping her hair back, Miss. Sparrow's ruby red lips with remainders of blood upon them formed another wide grin. "No wonder they call me... Lady Vengeance."

Jared watched as Vincent rushed into the building freaking everyone out even the hostages who were already scared enough. Soon after Violet burst from the other side executing the plan perfectly. As Vincent was taking all of the shots and Violet started slicing and dicing, Jared proceeded to lifting the hostages out the window dropping them on a tarp the SWAT team had set up. Many of the hostages stumbled around in the air making it harder for Jared to do his job. Just when he was lifting the last hostage a goon got past Vincent and started unloading on Jared. Jared in return lifted his hand making the whole clip of bullets stop in mid air, turned them around, and sent them flying back.

"Ok guys, our mission is complete we can leave now!", Jared shouted to the other heroes.

"No, no!" Max yells, looking around frantically, obviously freaking out, "No! You idiots, he's going to kill me now!"

"Look, Mad Max, or whoever you are, none of us are going to kill you...right V?" Vincent says calmly, giving Violet a look, telling her to back away and calm down. "No one here is going to hurt you, we're just going to lock you away because of what you've done. You can't just-"

BOOM

There was a sudden noise, a click or a beep or something, then a wave of searing heat was washing over him. It hurt, which was odd, and which aso mean this heat was strong enough to start melting his iron skin. He was too far away from Violet to help her, but he managed to cover Jared from the blast, hopefully in time to keep him from being burned alive. From outside the spectators got to see a flash of fire and a cloud of smoke as the top story decentigrated, then as each level from there down collapsed in on itself, until the build was nothing but a pile of rubble.

He wasn't moving now, that was good, not falling. It made him feel a little better, a little more stable, but he was still in pain. The explosion did something to his iron skin, it was gone now, replaced by stone. His system has been fried and had recovered as best he could, he had subconciously absorbed the stone material used to reinforce the building they had been in, so as he stood up, knocking large slabs of building away, he truely looked like his codename, a golem.

People started screaming, pointing, looking on in awe. All Vincent was worried about was his team though, and so he begins to dig through the rubble to find them.

SORRY GUYS! D: I was really sick the past few days. D: Horrible post, I know.
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Violet coughed and hacked her way out of the rubble. "Vince? Jared!" Using her metal wings, all she had to do was flap and all the rubble came flying off of her. She noted the people around her. But where were the hostages? "Guh, breathe, V." Her vision was really off for some reason. "Headache or something," she muttered. With a quickl glance around, however, her eyes instantly recognized Vincent. "Hey... I'm..." And with that she fell to the ground. Violet had a horrible blood wound on her back - a deep long cut was between her shoulder blades along with damaged wings cutting into her back. The eighteen year old was losing a lot of blood rapidly, and her healing abilities were not working.

(I don't mean to get personal, but do you recognize my username as a real first name, Lady?)

Just like a perfectly set up strategy in chess one wrong move can bring it tumbling down, and that's what they just did. As Jared was falling he could see all of the rubble passing him in midair. He also saw Violet and Vincent, and he knew they would be ok. Jared is more fragile than them and his situation was not looking good, for if he floated himself up, falling debris was certain to hit him only knocking him down again. All he could do was brace for the impact.

After all of the dust cleared he felt much pain in his lower thighs and only slivers of sunlight past through the rubble to him. Out of much pain and exhausten all Jared could do was wait for Vincent or Violet to dig him out. The only thing on his mind was that at least they saved the hostages.

(sorry you were sick Lady)

It seemed now that only Vincent was left standing, and things were getting worse. Jared was under a pile of rubble, while Violet was bleeding out. "First things first...hope you're alive down there C," Vincent says, tossing aside the rubble and freeing Jared, "Good, you're awake. I have to help V out now, alright?" He wanted to stay and make sure he was alright, but he had to get to Violet, and he also had to remember not to use names in public.

Kneeling down beside his seemingly broken friend Vincent worked quickly. Not having much to work with, he rips the sleeves from his uniform and begins to turn them into bandages, although the material made this fairly hard. They kept stretching and shrinking as he worked with them. eventually, however, he managed to stop the bleeding, but she was still out of it, and he had no way to make sure that she wouldn't be in pain at this point. Looking up and around, he noticed that their ride as nowhere to be seen, however he did see a few ambulances arriving on the scene. Quickly, and as gently as possible, he scoops her up and carries her over to one of them.

"Give me a hand here!" Vincent yells as he rushes over and opens the doors to the vehicle. "Don't just stare, she's bleeding out! Quick, she needs blood and fluids, and new bandages. Get another van ready, my other friend was-"

Suddenly the pain hit him, and he understood why it was so odd. He had broken quite a few bones, which explained the cracks that had begun forming in his stone skin. He had internal injures, and his hardened skin was no help, so it was breaking down on its own to allow for medical attention. Too bad he still had work to do. Gritting his teeth he reaches down and grabs a chunk of steel from the building and remakes his skin with that material before going to help Jared.

(if you guys want, you can post waking up in the hospital or something, i'll move things along in my next post)

(AHH!!! D: Sorry... Again..... Guh. Third week being sick. D:)


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor next to her was recording her heart beat.
Ugh... Wha... Where am I? The beautiful violet haired eighteen year old opened her eyes and slowly rose her upper half. Her ribs and back screamed out in pain, crushing and grinding with the dreaded missery. She screamed out in pain before falling back onto her back. Then she let out a low groan from the aftermath of not being gentle when making her landing. I remember now. We... We were saving... We were on a mission. Ya... And there was this building..... It all came back to her now. She remembered blacking out in Vincent's arms....

So why was she in her room?

Slowly, Violet shifted her head to the side to view her room - the ceiling was a bright flashy white, the walls a soft lilac purple, with pictures, posters, poems, and notes (from her fans and past victims). She was laying down on her comfy queen sized bed, a baby blue, white, and lilac purple quilt on top matching four white and lilac purple pillows. To her right in the middle of the wall was a giant clear glass door, the high-tech of the century, with a security code on the outside that let you slide through the doorway. Draps were pushed to the side - Vincent probably didn't want the curtains to block his view of her on the bed when looking into the door. To her left was a small desk, cluttered with papers and her laptop. Then to the direct right of the desk was a walk-in closet, the double doors currently open, revealing her stash of food in the small fridge and tiny wooden set of drawers next to it. And then there was, right in front of her, the white door to her giant bathroom.

Lady Vengeance sighed. "Oh, what will I do now...." Then it came to her. "Hello? Guys," she shouted, hopeing someone turned off the sound-proof-walls switch. "Anyone there?!" Her hair tumbled down her shoulders as she looked at her current appearal. Someone had changed her top to ..... "Oh, Gawd!" Wrapped around her upper body, from her breasts to her waist, was the stretchy beige material that doctors used. Her breasts were, surprisingly, not smushed to death. A heavy sigh escaped her as she realized that the wrap and some underwear with short shorts was all she had on.

(don't worry, I know how that goes...)

Vincent slowly opened his eyes, but then quickly shut them again when the bright light from the single overhead bulb of his room glared back at him. With a groan he attempted to raise his right arm and use his hand to block the light, but when he tried to move it he realized it was very sore, and very stiff. Turning his head he realized that his right arm, from wrist to shoulder, was in a cast. Upon further inspection he found that so were both of his legs, the right in a longer cast than the left, and that he was wrapped nearly head to toe in bandages otherwise.

"Great...broken bones, shattered ribs...feels like a punctured lung as well." he says quietly to himself.

Ignoring the pain he sits up to get a better look at the place and understands now that he is actually in his room, back at the Unit HQ. The walls, covered in dark wood paneling and a few paintings here and there, made him feel a little better. His was one of the least furnished rooms, but it made him comfortable that way. His bed was set in the far corner, with a small table to the right of it with a reading lamp and a couple of books set atop it. On the other end of the room was his closet, nothing grand, just large enough for his uniforms to be hung up in. Beside the closet door was a dresser where he had all his normal clothes. There were several bookshelves all over the room, along the walls, and on them he had over 300 books easy.

It was while looking at the bathroom door, thinking about taking a hot shower, which normally promoted his swift healing, that he heard Violet call out. "What's going on now?" he asks, half groaning, as he lifts his legs up and hangs them over the edge of his bed, "Oh look, a wheelchair, how nice."

As gently as possible he pulls himself into the wheelchair and then rolls over to the door. Reaching up he tries to type in his pass-code, but then he realizes that it has been turned off. When he tries to open the large glass door it slides open easily, and so he rolls himself out and into the halls, then down to Violet's door.

"Violet? You alright in there?" Issac calls out before trying her door, and opening it just as easily.

((Sorry it's so short. :( Too bad Brantley won't be part of this anymore. :(( ))

She coughed and coughed a bit until she heard a voice from her doorway. Violet smiled. "Vince!" She tried to sit up once again but let out a scream of pain, falling onto her back once more, wincing. "A-are you alright?" Then she looked him over. "Stupid question."

The tall man took in the surroundings of the strange rooms in the HQ with a calm surveying nature. Each one only gave him the minimum of the information he was seeking, but then again he wasn't honestly surprised. The power outage which gave him almost unlimited freedom within the walls of this place also prevented him from entering the computer systems or hacking into security, downloading schematics, everything he needed. It wasn't a complete loss, however, as he was able to get some key facts about the people he would be working with. That was the easy part, though it was still almost as equally as important as the big prize.

Unfortunately for him, this job wouldn't be easy in the slightest, though he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Why not make himself work for the prize at the end of the tunnel? It would be so much sweeter when he finally got his hands on it. After downloading all the information he could get into his personal hard drive, Zius shook up and dusted off his hands. The search would have to wait until another time when he could get the power back on, though he knew he most likely would never have a chance like this again.

After making sure nothing was out of place, he made to head for Vincent's room, the most important of all, as well as Violet's. There was a catch, that was for sure. He had enjoyed helping her get bandaged up, smiling as he walked through the opened door into Vincent, though his smile dropped almost immediately as he looked around. "Interesting..looks like he's awake, but where did he go?" It was then that he heard voices coming from Violet's room and he headed inside, taking in his 2 new allies, particularly Violet, who was looking as amazing as he first saw her. "Well well, they're alive and up for once. How are you both holding up? A bit sore, I take it?" He laughed, though his eyes were sparkling a bit with worry.

Vincent was just inside Violet's room, and was about to speak when a man he almost didn't recognize walked in behind him and began asking how they were. It took him a second to put it all together, but once he had it he spoke. "Zeus, right? You look a bit familiar..." he says, looking the man over, from his wheelchair, "But, anyway...we're both pretty banged up, but I think Violet over there got the worst of it...I just have some broken bones..."

Rolling over to the wall he tries to turn the light on, but nothing happens. He hadn't bothered to worry about the lighting until now, but now it all made sense, why the doors hadn't been locked like they normally were. Reasons for why the power would be out ran quickly through his mind, then he finally began to wonder how they had gotten back here.

"Where is everyone? Normally there would be guards and doctors and such roaming the halls here, but I didn't notice anyone on the way over here. Plus, the power is out...but this place has its own generator. Something must have happened while we were out of it..." Issac says, both curious and worried at what the answer might be.

Violet turned to the new comer that had somehow invaded their territory, as she liked to refer to the base. However, she couldn't quite focus on how this supposed "Zeus" figure came in for she was distracted by his mechanical features and dashing looks. She looked him over with stern, dark storm cloud colored eyes. He's actually kinda cute... If it wasn't for his jackass aurora. V didn't even need one of her many vision abilities to see that the newbie was one of selfish nature. She was sure that there was something underneath but didn't really want to find out. She had always hated the new heros. Their unintellect annoyed her.

Then she remembered her current state of dress. Violet blushed and pulled up the blanket to her neck so "Zeus" didn't see the wrap that covered her upper half, making her breasts look none-the-less bigger and her average size. With a dramatic sigh, she rolled her eyes after the two stopped talking. "Pa-lease! I bet Mr. Cyborg over here," she nodded towards the tall man, "broke in somehow.... You didn't bandage me up, did you?!" Her eyes squinted towards him.

Zius turned to the man who spoke to him, Vincent, as the dossiers had labeled him. He had several very interesting powers, but it wasn't him that he was interested in at the moment. "Actually it's Zius, as in Z-eye-us. Zeus is a greek god and I regret to inform you all that I am nowhere near the status of a god, though I have dated a girl named Aphrodite. Man she was gorgeous..but I digress." He cracked a smile, clapping a mechanical hand on Vincent's shoulder with cold calculating precision.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news Vincey, but it is far far worse than a few broken bones. You're lucky to be alive man, but you are, and that proves that you are indeed a worthy leader. Everyone seemed to make it out ok at least." At this he focused his attention on Violet, smiling at her storm colored eyes and her stern look. She seemed to be trying to set him on fire with her eyes, though he wouldn't doubt that she could with all the experiments done on the three people in this room.

Despite the cold stare, he kept his features calm, turning his attention back to Vince who was trying to turn on the lights. So this place has its own generator, that's good to know. "Well that I can't tell you. I have no idea where everyone is or why the power's out. To run everything off of a single generator doesn't seem like a very smart thing to do, but I'm sure you guys knew what you were doing. If you want I can go have a look and see if I can get the generator going again. I'm quite the electrician, for obvious reasons." He smiled and held up his arm, flexing the mechanical fingers.

Zius didn't even so much as glance over at Vi when she pulled the blanket up to her chest, but her words triggered an automatic response in him and he smirked as he looked at her. "Did you know you have the cutest little belly button?" He laughed at that, turning his attention back to the boss. The question could have been taken in a number of ways and he laughed inwardly as he could almost hear the gears cranking in Violet's head. "Anyways Vince, boss, leader, head of the unit..." He snickered at that last one. "Whatever I'm supposed to call you. Shall I go check everything out? Maybe get this place fixed up?"

Vincent simply sat back and listened to the new man, Zius he called himself...he had been close to right...as he spoke. From the way he talked about the HQ it was obvious that he had never been there before, because the generator Vincent spoke of was about the size of a small home, and several stories underground. Because of everything going on the this place it was needed in case of emergencies, however it also had the power to sustain the entire city for a week, and so if it had blown, something was definitely wrong.

When the subject shifted to Violet, Vincent turned slightly red. He had seen her covering himself, though having been around her so often he didn't think all that much about it, rather it was what Zius said that caused him to turn a shade darker for a moment. Few men had seen as much of Violet as Zius had and survived, or so she had told him once before, and he was sure that if she was not so badly hurt she would have torn the man to shreds already.

"You know, for your own safety, maybe you should go check on things," he says with a small, nervous laugh, "And place, just call be Vincent, or Golem, whichever you like is fine, but don't refer to be as a leader...not after this..."

To emphasis this he holds up his shattered left arm. Doing so causes a wave of pain to wash across his nervous system, but all he does is frown slightly, because deep down he knows that something very wrong has happened, and that a leader soon will be need. No reason to show any fear or pain now. Taking a deep breath he lowers his arm once more, then gathers his strength and pushes himself out of the wheelchair. Thankfully he was wearing a pair of the standard issue white shorts all of the guys got at the HQ, although that was all he wore, until he touched the steel of the wheelchair and absorbed its properties, causing his skin to turn a shiny silver shade.

Vincent simply sat back and listened to the new man, Zius he called himself...he had been close to right...as he spoke. From the way he talked about the HQ it was obvious that he had never been there before, because the generator Vincent spoke of was about the size of a small home, and several stories underground. Because of everything going on the this place it was needed in case of emergencies, however it also had the power to sustain the entire city for a week, and so if it had blown, something was definitely wrong.

When the subject shifted to Violet, Vincent turned slightly red. He had seen her covering himself, though having been around her so often he didn't think all that much about it, rather it was what Zius said that caused him to turn a shade darker for a moment. Few men had seen as much of Violet as Zius had and survived, or so she had told him once before, and he was sure that if she was not so badly hurt she would have torn the man to shreds already.

"You know, for your own safety, maybe you should go check on things," he says with a small, nervous laugh, "And place, just call be Vincent, or Golem, whichever you like is fine, but don't refer to be as a leader...not after this..."

To emphasis this he holds up his shattered left arm. Doing so causes a wave of pain to wash across his nervous system, but all he does is frown slightly, because deep down he knows that something very wrong has happened, and that a leader soon will be need. No reason to show any fear or pain now. Taking a deep breath he lowers his arm once more, then gathers his strength and pushes himself out of the wheelchair. Thankfully he was wearing a pair of the standard issue white shorts all of the guys got at the HQ, although that was all he wore, until he touched the steel of the wheelchair and absorbed its properties, causing his skin to turn a shiny silver shade.