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People across the globe are emerging who possess many weird and wonderful powers. Be they gained through technology….through mysticism….through experiments….through mutation…through magic….and through providence of birth. These “super-powered” individuals have been appearing in world media recently their apparently god-like powers making them local legends and national heroes….now however scientists from a secret society known as M27Z has begun hunting down these individuals for experimentation in replicating their powers in mass numbers to create “super”-soldiers for use in battle….

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While going about their lives these individuals are unaware of hidden eyes observing them as they go about their daily lives…all the while gathering information on their skills, abilities, strengths. Weaknesses….however several of these super-humans are becoming aware of what’s happening and are forming their own society to fight against the M27Z and their super-human retainers…super-humans who turned to the society for protection from their predications. You play the role of a super-human making their way in the world…will you turn to the super-human freedom fighters….or to the M27Z….or avoid the conflict completely….all is in your hands….

Tris watched the security guards walking around and wondered how long he had to wait before they finnaly arrived, they were late...

Then he heard voices coming closer and was rewarded with the sight of 4 security guards and the 2 managers he had been observing for a while now. The guards were holding heavy moneybaggs, Tris almost lost his concentration when he saw them but managed to hold it. The managers talked for a moment told their codes to the guards and the massive door of the vault started to open itself. The 2 managers and the 4 securityguards quickly moved inside, followed by Tris.

The managers talked with eachother while the security guards emptied the moneybaggs on some tables. When they were done they walked to the exit, Tris stepped aside and watched them go, not one did even glance at him. When the vaultdoor closed Tris started to move, he had spotted a security camera and moved under it. Tris stopped concentrating, removed one of his rubber gloves he reached out with his hand to the camera and touched it. A small electric current flowed from his hand into the camera and it went dead, along with every other security camera in the vault.

Quickly running to the table he grabbed some of the bundles of money and stuffed them into his pockets. He heard agitated voices from outside the vault and knew it was time to leave, he concentrated again but this time he just walked to a wall and stepped right through it. Blinking his eyes when he stopped concentrating he noticed he was in a empty corridor. Grinning he concentrated again and seemed now like he was part of the wall and started to slowly move to the exit.

Once outside and at least a good 80 meters from the bank he dropped his camouflage and leaned to a wall. 'Well, it seems I can cover my expenses today.'

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Caine looked around him….another boring day….in the most boring city…..on this the most boring planet…..he wished his life had excitement but when your stuck in a menial job that doesn’t test your limits, it’s not like he hated being a store clerk but he wasn’t exactly jumping for joy every morning before work. Lately things had been getting strange, he could swear he’d heard the whirring clicks of tape recorders in the dead of night while he tossed and turned as he tried to get to sleep and he was positive he could see shadows at the edge of his vision constantly staying out of sight. So that as he would turn to confront it, nothing but dust in the wind was left….

Alana tapped her heel against the wall gently in the beat of some song she'd heard a few nights ago. The band name Atreyu vaguely came to her mind when she wondered about it but it wasn't necessarily a topic of interest. No, in the dark alley where she hid in the shadows that seemed rather unimportant; the shadows that seemed to move on their own and follow her were her main concern at the moment. If she'd ever thought that the word 'edgy' described her before this brought around a whole new meaning. It almost bordered paranoia and Alana did not like it one bit. A faint skittering sounded from her right and in the moment before regaining her senses she would've sworn her heart jumped right out of her chest. Just a rat, just a rat, she chanted to herself while leaning her head against the cool brick wall. Alana held her breath for a moment before opening her eyes, mentally steeling herself and walking down towards the road. Hiding in some hole wasn't going to help her and besides, she was just being afraid of the shadows. It wasn't like there was actually anybody just out of sight following her every move. No, of course not. That was just silly.
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Her heels were still keeping beat as she focused on some worn out old building not to far off, maybe there’d be somebody friendly on the streets tonight. God knows she needed something comforting and nice. And when her mind started to pull that trick with the shadows again she glanced towards the general direction, stuck out her tongue, and grinned a little. Well, if there was anybody there she could at least pretend not to care. Tap, tap. She grinned again and danced a little as she walked along. Tonight felt special, maybe something good would happen.

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Ses walked out of Petco with a bag of mice in his left hand, the night air feeling cool against his skin. He walked down the street; nobody was really around, a few stragglers and bums, but nobody of consequence to him. His studio apartment was only a mile form here, but his slow pace walk turned that distance into almost an hour long walk sometimes. His two companions wiggled through his sweater up to his shoulders where they rested their heads, gently hissing. He didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing them because his hood kept them concealed form wandering eyes. His snakes could talk, but tended not to since he and they knew what each other were thinking. He walked down the street his eyes drifting through the windows of the closed stores. He was then brought back into focus by one of his snakes hissing, as he collided with a young girl around sixteen tap who had been merely tapping down the street. “I’m Sorry, are you okay” His snakes had already receded back into his spine, leaving no indication that he was abnormal what so ever, as long as you exclude his slightly larger than normale canine teeth.

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Caine sat down on the park bench, a light breeze wafting through his hair…”ah…at last time to relax” leaning back he looked at the sky his thoughts drifting like a cloud but then….he heard a scream….”whats was that?!” he looked around for the source of the noise…running to it, drawing his mobile he began to phone the police, “Hello operator….I’ve heard some loud screaming in the park off Shrewchester Boulevard” Caine said down the phone as he ran at full speed, hopping over a bush “I think someone’s in trouble”….then he saw it, a gang of young boys kicking something on the floor….but what was it? Was it….a person! “Oi!” Caine yelled his voice filled with anger “Get away from her” rang out as he noticed it was a women on the floor. A member of the gang in a hood that hid his face turned around “Who you yellin at?! Ya fuckin nonse!” Caines anger started to erupt as several members of the gang approached pulling knives, it was all over in a second….the first youth had his arm reduced to paste while two others had their legs broken and a third had his knees bent the wrong way, a sharp jut of bone tearing through the flesh. The others seeing what had happened ran in a blind panic from this man who did not move….Caine then took the women in his arms and carrier her to the Park gates, the ones who did this wouldn’t be going anywhere in a hurry….he made sure of it….he laughed to himself as he thought of how he had tied them to trees

Astral yawns heavily, enjoying the night air and looking up at the stars as he tries to put off finding somewhere to sleep for the night. Having not stolen anything in some time he has precious little cash, and the lack of appropriate targets around meant that it was likely he was going to spend yet another night outside on the street. He looks over the edge of the tall government building with a sly grin and deciding to have a little fun, lets out a shallow breath and falls, enjoying the faces of the shocked night shift workers through the windows as he flashes past. A few feet from the floor he pulls into a tight flip, landing on his feet neatly with a soft thump. With his mischievous urge satisfied, he brushes a long strand of hair from his face, brushes off his tattered, but favorite pair of jeans and makes his way to the local park, guessing his best bet of a decent sleep would be on one of the benches there. Setting off at a leisurely pace, he covered the distance in less than quarter of an hour. Coming around the corner from behind the building he stops.. the silhouette of a stranger in the darkness at the entrance to the park gates sends a grin to his face. Maybe he'll be able to sleep in a nice clean bed tonight after all.

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Tris was walking in one of the bad parts of the city, he reached his destination and walked into a small shop named 'Yon's electronics' a short guy was sitting on a stool working on some kind of camera. Tris nodded to him in greeting. "Yon in the back?" The guy grunted something and pointed to a door at the end of the shop.

Tris walked past the counter and opened the door, closing it behind him he looked at... well it could best be called a wall of compute screens. A skinny guy in his late 20's was sitting in front of the screens typing and muttering. At the sound of the door he had turned around and regarded Tris with a smile. "Tris Graven, welcome back you brought the-"

Tris pulled out 5 bundles of cash and threw them to the man. "That should be enough Yon."

He was holding the money in his hands and smiled. "Sure thing, sure thing." Then his smile faded. "But I wish I could tell you something... but I've done every search option I could, hell I've even hacked into the FBI, and CIA filed but still no mention of a Tris Graves anywhere... you sure that's your real name?"

Tris sighed, he thought it was his real name when he had woken up 2 years ago with no memory of any kind the only thing that was in his mind was a name, Tris Graves. "You sure there's no mention of my name?"

"Nope... unless there's mention of you somewhere were even I can't hack into... the only thing I found that you might find interesting is this." Yon pushed a buttong and several internet pages popped up on the screens with articles about missing 'super-humans'. "Thought you might find that interesting."

Tris nodded, he trusted Yon and had told him about his powers and his past, at least what he remembers. "What does it mean?"

Yon shrugged and turned to watch the screens. "Dunno, mate all I know that lately people like you are dissapearing... and I've also found something linked to those cases... only a name though, M27Z that's all I know about it."

Tris rubbed his temples. "M27Z? Doesn't ring a bell , you don't know annything else about that?"

"Nope... you know maybe instead of trying to find out who you are you should find others like you... they might help you."

Tris sighed again and moved around the room. "Hell, I don't know where to start looking for others like me, I mean I can't really walk to someone and ask 'excuse me, but do you've got superpowers and if so can you help me'."

Yon chukled and spread his arms. "Hey, you're forgetting that I'm one of the greatest, excuse me, the greatest hacker in town. Maybe I can find some trace about superhumans like you, even if they want to stay a low profile like you."

Tris smiled. "Alright, let's see if you got a bag full of tricks."

Yon turned around and started typing. "My bag of tricks is always full."

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In her surprise Alana almost fell flat on her butt before instinct kicked in and saved her from that particular embarrassing scene. She grinned at the guy standing before her and thanked whatever god there was for somebody to take her mind off of the shadows. After a moment she remembered she was suppose to be answering him. “Oh! Heh, yeah, I’m alright. What about you? I wasn’t really looking where I was going…Got a little focused on..uh”-Well…drat. How could she put it so that she didn’t seem completely nuts?-“Er…well, music in my head I guess. That sounds so weird, though.” Even after that little speech she couldn’t stop grinning at him; she probably looked like she’d just escaped a mental house but she didn’t particularly mind at the moment. Company! Oh, joy!
Well…that was going a little to far, maybe. She coughed in embarrassment and stopped her grinning. It was odd though…she thought she could almost see…but, of course, that wouldn’t be possible. What kind of person radiated a small aura? Well, she was sure all people did but she could only see animals. Biting her lip and frowning slightly she tried to focus on it and not the guy she had just bumped into. It kinda looked like…two?

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Astral keeps his eyes on his newfound target, analyzing.. planning his move, using his experience from years in the art of theft. The man wasn't the type of mark he usually went for, far too big.. must be at least 7', and the store clerk uniform didn't speak of moneybags and an island of his own. However the woman he was holding was more than enough of a selling point, keeping the mans arms busy and his pockets unprotected.

Setting his eyes firmly on the tall stranger, Astral began to move, the cool breeze blowing through his hair seemingly egging him on, his senses already spurring his predator instincts to take over.. his right hand dipping into the pocket of his jeans, expertly finding its way into the clawed glove that resides there. Not that he ever intended on using it of course, but he didn't want to be surprised either, not when he was this close to a warm hotel room!

His movement turned fluidly from a walk to a sprint, his natural agility ensuring that he would be going too fast for any normal civilian to be able to process straight away, and with a grin, he'd retrieved the wallet from the mans trousers without breaking a sweat..

Too easy..

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