Scratch that. Seven new eye models need replacing. Next time he's going to indulge and buy the waterproof kinds.

Tara backs up as the eye begins to glow then she dusts, appearing behind it and dusting her knife into it before dusting away. The eye explodes but not before two more come for back up. "Crap." She groans before half running, half dusting down the street, trying to loose them.

"God damn it..." Bone says as he unleashes his claws, he dodges a few of the of the lasers, some graze him. He then grabs one eye to shoot another and tosses it in to a wall, assuming self destruction.

Eight new eye bots. Dang.
Well it's time to initialize more protocols. These Meta-Humans. Oy. Long gone are the days when creatures like Clayface and Waylon "Killer Croc" Jones were rarities.
The girl who can become dust shouldn't be too difficult. O'Cule gad exo-models built that were made to counter anything lobbed by something large and Metamorpho-shaped- they're equipped to stop dust problems. The impish teen and the larger Meta might be more of a problem, though. The kid acts like a cartoon character and the larger one still is evading the eyebots enough to withstand analysis.
Oh well. Initialize Executioner Protocol. Round up these three supers and take them down.

...so the other Meta has strength and bone-based powers. Crap. That'll be another thing to take up with his weapons manufacturer. Alongside the... ten eye bots destroyed.

"Ok bone,Ready to fly outta this joint?"

He gains his wings,grabs bones from his shoulders ,and starts to fly

Tara cut down an alley and slowed her running speed just enough for them to get close before she dusted, grabbed a 2x4 off the ground and knocked one to the ground and disorienting the other. She jumped it and stabbed it with her knife before dusting again before anymore could arrive on the scene. Dusted until she was at least a mile away from the scene. "Well...that sucked."

"We have lift off." He gets lifted up, "Could you take me to Cape Carmine?" Bone says, not confident with a 13 year olds grip on a grown man.

Charlie said
"We have lift off." He gets lifted up, "Could you take me to Cape Carmine?" Bone says, not confident with a 13 year olds grip on a grown man.

"Keep your hand ad feet in the vee hhhicle at all times"

He says in a deep southern accent,and he heads to the cape

The Executioner eyes were the same fairly large orbs as the general model, but fitted with a metal exoskeleton. They were designed to hold their own against most elemental Meta-Humans. These particular ones being sent in the direction of the dust girl have very powerful pressurized vacuums and air cannons to counteract any dust and sand powers. Now they were ready to...

But the girl was gone. She had flitted elsewhere. O'Cule cursed inwardly. She escaped. But the other two will not-

But there they were, a mere shadow in the night sky.

"Dammit." Oh well. He was about to have a very long business conversation with the tech wizards that supplied him. Modifications would be made and their powers will be counteracted. Next time they won't be so lucky. But the First Divine Purging must still commence. Flipping through digital files on Gotham parolees, he found a list of ex-cons. The correctional facilities may say they're rehabilitated, but he knows better. He sends out an overriding command- all non-Executioner eye bots hunt down and destroy all parolees and kill any and all vagrants they come across. Executioner bots continue searching for the dust girl.

As for the other two, they can live for now. They know there's someone out there now. That would, for normal people, drive them into hiding. But who ever said supers were normal? They'll try to find him and put a stop to him, as surely as the sun rises.

Aurora grabbed the baseball bat in her hand, mid swing.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast." Taking the baseball bat in her hands, yanking it from the confused man. She ran to the car and started beating at the back bumper, hitting it over and over, until a ticking bomb fell. She started laughing. Fifteen seconds!
The people who had been chasing after her, were now running the opposite way.
"I warned you!"

"Alright, dude. Drop me off there." Bone says pointing to an old burned building.

Adrian was sitting at home on the couch with his wife, they were having a good time and talking about having a baby, and moving out of Gotham, the tv was walking about another gang being busted up and that Gotham was getting better, when he looked over at his wife her throat was slit and blood flowed from the slit "That's not right." He said disillusioned by the moment "Adrian, awaken." Was all she said and almost like it was a command he shot awake sweat covered him in head to toe it clung to his chest and froze him he looked around, this burnt out apartment used to be a gang hide out and he took it over, it was where he was staying for the moment "It was a dream." He muttered as he got out of the bed and put his t-shirt on over his head, next to be put on was his body armor, and then he loaded them with spare clips, walking over to the stash of guns he looked at them before picking up a Uzi, and a GOL sniper magnum.

All armed and ready for the day Adrian made his way to the roof of the burnt out building a cigarette clenched between his teeth, in the distance sirens howled he has been hunting gangsters and villains for a couple weeks now, and it felt great he loved to watch through his scope as he put a round right between the eyes the look of shock and fear and then their deaths, it amused him they were scum and trash and Adrian was the garbage man taking them out one at a time.

O'Cule was having a telephone call.
"Yes, Bishop. Waterproof titanium shell this time. Do you have anything that could cut through bone? Acid? Hmm. How would it be contained inside the... all right. How much? ...that's fairly steep, are you sure you can... Okay. Okay. I understand. I'll have some of my Watchkeepers drop the money off."
Two images flickered in the conglomerate of video feeds that was his vision. One was a girl laughing holding a baseball bat with a bomb at her feet while thugs screamed and ran away from her. Another was a man nearing middle age packing and loading some high-power weaponry. They both caught his attention and he stumbled over the next part of his conversation.
"Actually... I'm going to have to call you back. Again the money will be dropped off, Bishop. Of course. Though... I might need to make yet another order very soon."
Call ended. Protocol initiated, orders sent to the eyes: watch and transmit, and flee at top speed if necessary. Both of them were interesting him immensely. Much more than those Metas- and still no sign of that dust girl- and the vigilante with the baseball bat, for some reason, seemed to be familiar. How could that be?
Oh well. He had other things on his mind. How this next order is going to suck him dry until he finds the time to stage a series of heists again. And while they weren't difficult whatsoever, in this time when his plans are to be executed and his new name- The Visionary- to become infamous throughout Gotham, he could not afford to do that.

Tara was walking, catching her breath when she saw three orbs round a corner. Too tired to dust, she took off running. Two of the eyes were like the ones from before but the middle one was bigger and she didn't want to know what it could do. Because she could not dust she was left with running but kept getting shot at. At this point the streets were all but deserted.

Shit....Shit....Shit....Shit....Shit....

She poured on the gas but the eyes never let up, constantly firing at her. "GAH!" One hit her arm, completely removing a chunk to show her muscle turning to black dust inside. Horrified she kept running desperately. She stumbled a bit but kept running.

No...I'm too tired....I'm not ready to die....

Three of the eyes found the dust girl. One of them the Executioner type. Fantastic, muses The Visionary. One of the Executioner lasers fired at her. Those lasers were meant to bore through a moving, killing chunk of titanium (a precaution- Metamorpho takes many forms and many, many lives, and nobody knows if he's inactive or not), and the fact that she's still running-even with a graze from that laser- astounds him. These Metas. But he sees that it's starting to make her fall apart into dust. Now the Executioner can use the vacuum and at least imprison this heroine. Why kill when you can be generous and let them stay on the mortal coil a while longer? Besides, he had a monologue prepped and he has nobody to listen to it.

All said and done, this first night of purging is going quite well, thinks The Visionary. A bit expensive, but doing quite well.

Charlie said
"Alright, dude. Drop me off there." Bone says pointing to an old burned building.

"Thank you for flying with air-Teo ,we hope you enjoy your stay"

He said after decended and dropped ontge roof of the building

"So what are ya gonna do?

"You can join me if you want, although I think you would do better fighting those eye things" Bone suggest to Teo, before entering the building.

"Alright Alli, on my order..." Vincent muttered as he crouched outside of the entrance. The duo had been sitting outside of the tower waiting for the front desk guard's shift to end. Vincent's muscles tensed as he watched another man in a similar uniform approach the desk and begin to talk to him, though he only sprang into action once he witnessed the guard hand his comrade a set of keys, "NOW!". The reaction was near instantaneous: Vincent and Alli bursted through the door and lunged at the pair of men, their moves in near perfect synch as they pinned their quarries to the ground and knocked them unconscious with a combination of punches from Vincent and a series of head battering from Alli's heavy paws. Vincent rose and dusted himself off,"Alright bud, that should give me time to set up these EMP generators. Do me a favor and keep a look out. If you can't nonlethally take out whatever comes our way, give me a warning. I don't want any casualties on my watch." he said as he pulled the three devices from his belt and twisted them open. As Alli padded away, Vincent crouched and pressed a series of glowing nodes that lined the interiors of the devices, setting them on their highest setting to -in his mind- guarantee that whatever room supplied the building with power and send the place into darkness long enough for him to find Zsasz. With another set of twists, the EMPs were armed and attached the the underside of the desk that the guard had been sitting behind. "Four...three...two...one-", 'BWOOM', "Yup, got the power room!" Vincent muttered triumphantly as the building was plunged into darkness. Vincent made a soft cuffing noise to recall Alli, then made his way further into the building, his demeanor sinking back into the one fitting of his Hunter persona.

Louis calmly walking over the bomb that was right beside him quickly grabbing the bomb and hurling it into the ocean with only 5 seconds left on the clock.This means Black Mask knew about his money laundering and was wanting to kill him."You were saying?" He said turning to face her his arms to his sides as his men drew closer.

"I was saying.." She reached into the car and pulled out a small black bag. "Catch ya later, gang freaks!" Throwing the bag over her shoulder, Aurora took a full out sprint around the clump. She heard the water burst, knowing the bomb had gone off. People began to shoot at her, and she tried her best to dodge them as she made an escape.
Rounding a corner, a few had set themselves as a trap to corner her down. She had to stop running, only to kick them around and crush a few into the wall. By then her time was set back and everyone was on her back. She clutched to the black bag, continuing down a side entrance.