[b][u]Hi-Voltage[/b][/u]

Volt held himself tall as he scanned the room for any sort of advantage. He could use the extinguisher to attack the villain in his blind spot, just like he had done with Shank, but truthfully he wasn't sure if that would be enough to bring down the villain seeing as he was fresh, and Volt had no idea of his identity or abilities. It was possible that the man was more than capable of making good on his threats, so magnetism was just a risk Volt couldn't take. Still, he couldn't let Blue-eyes cow them into inaction. For better or worse they had to stop him here. 

A [b]thoom[/b] of thunder roused Volt from his maddening search for some advantage in the room, the storm no doubt caused by Rainmaker outside. He barely paid any heed to Blue-Eye's taunts as his gaze was fixed on the warden's office window, and the brilliant display of crackling lightning that visualised just outside the yard. Black clouds dominated the sky, and he realised with a start that the air outside was thick with electrical energy. A plan began to formulate in his mind, one that he would never try to employ if they weren't in such dire straights. [i]When tha situation is desperate as this, then a desperate plan is tha only one that fits. [/i]

Without making overt movements the Scotsman began to bend the electrical energy that was thick in the outside atmosphere to his will, nothing obvious yet, just setting pieces into play. It was as he was doing this that he turned and caught the warden, whimpering softly as Blue-eyes ground the gun barrel into his skull. Volt was suddenly gripped by a wave of regret. Yes, heroes didn't let innocents die, not even to stop the bad guy, but despite the fact that he looked the part, talked the talk, and tried to walk the walk, Volt was no hero. He knew life didn't work out like the comics, the good guys didn't always win, and that victory's always came with a price. The Lightning-Slinger swallowed back his bitterness, knowing the outcome of the next few moments were probably going to end up featuring in his nightmares for the rest of his life. 

"Ah'm sorry. . . But ah ain't yer typical hero." He whispered. Today, the warden would probably be todays price. Then, before anyone could react, Volt's body was suffused by a flickering blue light, and the Lightning-Slinger did that which he was named for. 

He slung lightning. 

Glass from the warden's office window shattered into a million jagged pieces and flew into the room in a flesh shredding torrent as a spear of lightning arced down from the grim clouds and screamed into the room, guided by Volt's hand. The strain to commit such a volatile act was too much for Volt's wearied frame, and he was already falling unconscious as the room burst into chaos. His last thoughts as he lost consciousness was that he hoped it was enough to give his team a chance to defeat Blue-eyes.

[b][I]Morningstar[/b][/I]

The neighbourhood where the Den was situated suited Morningstar down to the ground. Lucy had grown up in a place like this. maybe not quite as filthy, but similar enough for her to feel a twinge of nostalgia. No time for that now though, there was work to be done. Binary called for recon, and recon was what Morningstar did. First she scoped the place out. Exits, entrances, fire escapes, number of windows, that sort of thing. She was careful, taking her time. No point rushing it at the first hurdle and ruining the whole operation. Then, after she had got a feel for the place, she began to place sticky cams all around the Den, taking note to situate them in places that would be able to observe the doors, streets and any other locations of interest. These would provide her, Binary and the rest of the League with a way of remotely scouting the place, useful for surveillance. 

By the time she had finished this almost an hour had passed. Thankfully no one had noticed her, but that was more due to her skill in not be detected than luck. There were a few deadbeats hanging around street level, most of them looking like junkies, but Morningstar scanned their faces regardless. She sent the images to the League database, figuring if any of them had a rap sheet then they would show up. Pariah was meticulous with his records, and with Binary was backing him up then it was very difficult to hide your face from them. 

Finally, precautions completed, she felt secure enough to enter the Den itself. Her earlier investigations had revealed that the buildings top access doors were cracked open. Pariah's former apprentice approached the doors silently, part of her whispering that this was all too easy. Fortune favours the bold she told herself.

But she'd also heard enough stories to know the bold die young.