In a world where new alien species are being discovered almost weekly, where superhumans are becoming more and more of a thing, nothing could prepare the heroes of Millennium City for the radioactive mayhem of the villain called Tox once he exploded over the east end of the city. Hundreds of civilians were infected with a strange toxic mutagen born from the DNA of the villain and transformed into melted looking men and women with enhanced strength and speed however many of them are unable to see clearly. The authorities had no choice but to quarantine the area, but even with this five square block area off limits to the general public crime and injustice plagues the city. A new villain will even hold the entire city hostage! Can the rising number of heroes in Millennium City be enough to stop the murderous mind of Mister Madness? Are his multiple personalities and powers just too much for our heroes even without his henchmen goons? Will you join the fight for truth and justice, or play on the other side of the fence as an anti-hero or villain? Will you be a Marvel of Millennium City?

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[example of 'melted people']





This is an original universe RP using sci-fi/fantasy and comic book concepts to bring about a new world of superhumans, aliens, mystics, and intense conflicts between man and the authority in a city once honored for its heroes of old. Unlike a lot of my games this will not be team based. Rather we're all individual characters who have a knack for running into each other from time to time. Remember how 95% of Marvel Comics' heroes were based in NYC and they bumped into each other almost every other comic? Yeah it's sort of like that...

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Accepted players/characters/powers/age:

Yog Sothoth - Toon Master - cartoon constructs - 14
Siti - Quicksilver - liquid metal form - 25
Twistedgrin - Seraphim - knight armor/solar energy manipulation - 22
Miss24601 - Echo [pre-approved] - power absorption - 20
XxFellsingxX - Penumbra - shadow manipulation - Age Unknown
Metronome - Variant - animal shifting - 26
knighthawk - Jingleheimer - healing and regeneration over time - 855
rant - Bunny - luck powers - 16
Double - Ronin - samurai sword/armor - 27
Endrance - Darkstalker - demonic powers/life drain - 25

GM The Kid Lantern - Titan - construct sword - 29

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Rules:

1.) No back-to-back posting.

2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!

3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.

4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!

5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.

6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.

7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.

8.) There is no rule #8.

9.) My word is law.

10.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (still need one) will take control and HIS/HER word will then be law.

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Wednesday, December 31st.

11:59 pm...

"How can a city full of people celebrate New Years when a portion of the city is still under quarantine with mutated people running around in it?" Titan thought on a nearby rooftop as the ball was about to drop in Millennium City.

"5!" the crowd screamed into the crisp night air.

"Being back in the game now, after everything that's happened, seems almost surreal. Who would've thought life would actually be like a comic book or superhero movie..." he continued thinking.

"4!" the crowd screamed.

"It's a wonder none of the other heroes have shown up in downtown Millennium City. It's nice seeing Stardust again, even though she's just pushing the button to drop the New Years ball." Titan thought looking down at his former teammate.

"3!" the civilians continued to scream loudly and some drunkly into the sky...

"2!"

"1!"

...as the former teammate of Titan pressed the button to drop the ball the ball exploded and out popped a random supervillain.

"Happy New Years people of Millennium City! Who wants to be the first to DIE?!?" the villain screamed as Titan dropped from above energizing his construct sword and slashing at the villain.

"Never seen you before, another identity of Mister Madness?" Titan questioned as he cut through several thrown weapons by the boomerang themed villain.

"That's the thing about me, I always come BACK!" the villain screamed as two missed projectiles changed course mid air to come back at both Titan and Stardust.

Titan managed to narrowly escape the boomerang projectile, though his former teammate was not on her A game having been out of the field since the death of their teammate. Stardust was struck in the back shoulder and hit the ground hard with blood pouring out of her. Titan went in close to try and slash at the villain with his construct sword but the agility of the madman was incredible. Titan glanced over to see medical crews tending to Stardust but before he could go on the offensive the boomerang themed villain of the week was out of sight. Where could he have possibly gone?

Thursday, January 1st.

12:11 am...

"Could he have just vanished into the crowd?" Titan thought as field reporters from local news stations rushed him.

~KL~

Dark and dingy, light barely reached the little prison. Heavy metal bars, meant for a creature much larger than the man they held, crossed the front of the otherwise stone cell. The floor was slightly damp, never quite drying in the shade. The smell of mold lingered in the air. In the middle of it all, a man was curled up on his side in the center of the horrible little prison, his head sporting a strange piece of technology, and his eyes glowing a dull blue. The eyes that were barely just cracked open.

Across the dungeon, a door creaked open. The man in the cell sat up quickly, his eyes glowing brighter the more conscious he became. A man dressed in black military gear came waltzing in and opened the cell door, motioning for the man to leave.
"Boss wants to see you," He said dully as the prisoner got to his feet and trudged out of the cell. The goon led the way as the prisoner trailed behind him, up the stairs and into the main area of the base. It was like walking through time; the dungeon the man had come from could have easily been Medieval, but the base was sleek, chrome, and modern.

A man stood by a control bridge, watching several monitors at once. Each one depicted a different angle of the attack in Time Square. He turned as the two men approached.
"Ah, Variant. You are a sight for sore eyes."

The man, Variant as he was called, stood stiffly, his expression blank.

"There's been a rather large disturbance downtown, which is just what we needed to pull off our next goody run. I've gotten word that Sunbright Labs have been working on a new project, a project they took from me five years ago. I want my cut. Take the team over there and show our friends a good time, won't you?"

Variant's face turned into a snarl. His form began to shift until he had almost tripled his mass. He settled into the form of a very large canine, wolfish in appearance, with leathery armor plates running down its back. The wolf's muzzle was almost level with the man's face. His lips pulled back across his set of very sharp teeth, a growl rumbling from his throat. The villain looked unimpressed.
"Are you trying to fight the mind control? How quaint. Stupid, but quaint." He reached into his pocket to pull out a small remote control. He messed with the setting on it until the device, still present on the shapeshifter's head, began to whir. The large wolf let out a cry and huddled down on the floor in pain. The device glowed brighter, as well as his eyes, until he finally stopped fighting it.

The creature straightened back up, no more menace in its posture.
"That's better. Now go before the authorities get their wits about them. We don't have all night!"

The creature turned and trotted off, followed by the goon that had been standing off to the side the whole time. They would get their team and equipment together, and then the heist was on.

Penumbra.

It was strange name, but it suited her. Ever since she had taken residence in that Spanish family's home, ever since they had seen a strange shadow on the wall and shouted out "Penumbra!", that was the name she had taken. After all, Natalie Addison had supposedly died decades ago and even if she still walked the Earth as a spirit, she felt she could no longer call herself by that name. It felt too normal, too human.

And she wasn't human anymore.

She was in her current residence, the apartment of Mr and Mrs Webber, a kindly old couple who had yet to notice Penumbra's presence. There had been some close calls, of course, like when the Webber's cat had started hissing at her on the first couple of days, but the creature had gotten used to the moving shadows and smoky wisps in the air, and now normally ignored. There had also been that other time where the Webber's grandchildren had come round, and the youngest, a girl, had spent the whole night awake because she swore she saw a ghost watching her under her desk. Still, the Webbers didn't question it and Penumbra had now spent a good few months at their place with little incident, and she'd come to like them very much. They were nice, friendly, the kind of grandparents she wished she had growing up, and sometimes, she desperately wanted to show herself to them, to tell them who she was. Maybe they'd accept her.

Pfft, not likely, Penumbra scolded herself. She wasn't human anymore. She didn't even look human. Even at night when she was at her most solid, her whole body was black, featureless, like a three-dimensional shadow. They'd run at the sight of her. It was best just to keep hidden and watch.

Today was New Year's Eve, with only seconds until midnight came and and the New Year was upon them. The couple were sitting on the couch, watching the TV which was showing live footage straight from the centre of Millennium City, where they waiting to drop the Millennium City ball. The Webbers had invited their children and grandchildren around, and they were all sat in the living room, watching and waiting for the hour to strike. The children were fidgety and only half paying attention, the adults were drinking champagne, and Penumbra simply rested unseen in the shadows, watching the TV wistfully. Even after these past few months, the TV still amazed her. How did it work? How was it streaming events from so far away? It made no sense.

The people on the TV started counting down, and as they did so, so did the family.

"5.... 4.... 3... 2...."

Penumbra mouthed the numbers along with them, the tension and excitement somewhat contagious.

"1!"

The ball dropped, and suddenly there was screaming on the TV as a strange man dropped out. "Happy New Years people of Millennium City!" the villain shouted. "Who wants to be the first to DIE?!?"

What on Earth? Penumbra thought, as the celebrations were cut short and the unnamed villain started fighting with a costumed figure on the screen. The children had stopped playing and were now watching the TV with interest.

"Mommy, mommy!" the youngest, Emma, shouted, pointing at the screen. "Look, it's Titan!"

Titan? Penumbra thought, carefully watching the hero on the screen. He must have been one of those Superhero-types she'd heard about, the ones who kept the City safe and had strange powers that allowed them to do so. However, he didn't seem to be doing so well as he villain shot someone else, wounding them, and disappeared. It was then that the mother quickly turned off the TV and said the children should go to bed. While they were taking, Penumbra phased through the wall out of the apartment and sneaked out into the night-shrouded, suddenly wanting to be alone.

Everyone was so happy, she thought as made her way down the darkened stream, travelling in the shadows were no one could see her. They were so happy, and then they were terrified because of what that man did. As she thought these things through, she felt a flare of anger in the pit of her stomach. So many bad things had been happening recently, she'd heard so in the news. Things weren't like this back in her time. Things had changed so much.

And now she wanted them to change back.

The patrons of this dimly lit bar/night club tonight were multitudinous and some more abrasive than others. It was fairly new to Justine after only starting here for a month. In a ripped tank, her cleavage on display with the name "Bar None" written across them and some tight skinny jeans, Justine always got tipped well. The only thing she disliked about the place was the smell of vomit mixed with liquor. As a white man with dark messy hair stumbled to the bar, he drunkenly smiled. "Lis'en...lemme buy YOU a drink...is that allowed?" He yelled into her ear. He reeked of beer but also another smell that Justine always craved. She slowly licked her top lip, and then eyed left and right. No sign of management, although it didn't matter much, just made things easier.

"Boy, I don't know about a drink but how about a kiss instead?" She grinned at her too willing victim, as she put her hand softly around his neck and leaned in to leave her mark. He went from barely being able to stand, to getting wobbly in the knees and reaching out to grab a stool -- yet he couldn't and more importantly, didnt want to stop kissing her. A feeling of a euphoria so sweet, nothing could compare came over him and a feeling of near satiation finally hit Justine. But she was never full enough and especially so since she hadn't fed in so long. She knew she was probably going to kill this poor guy but she couldn't stop. He missed the stool and fell, and it caused Justine to snap out of it.

As she wiped her mouth, and noticed the puzzled look of one of her coworkers who'd turned towards the noise. Justine smiled and said "I guess he had a little too much tonight huh?" She put her hands up and signaled for a smoke break.

Exiting as the clock turned 12 and everyone cheered, Justine sighed a bit and spread out her wings now that she had enough juice to do it. Flying was the only time she felt free; the wind never judges you especially for what curse fortune chooses to throw at you. Altitude just above house hight in the night sky, she could look down and catch glimpses of peoples lives. A kiss, a family carrying their tuckered child, press swarming... Well the last made her land, no need to risk being caught even with the night sky giving added coverage.

In a small alleyway she heard the ambulance sound, and the news stations asking all sorts of questions. Instead of heading back to work tonight, darkstalker decided to listen in from a distance...

The news was showing the end of the year nonsense, while not directly admitting to it holidays made even the most stern of solider feel a little merry. This being made obvious by Mike's chosen activity. Rapid reps till the new year, 380lbs on the bench press is impressive to the standard but this is more or less just to keep him in shape. He has to do these things at night so his abilities didn't augment him. He tried to do a rep every 10 seconds.

11:59

Mike couldn't help smirking as he pushes it higher almost in sync with the count down, 50 reps ending just in time for the new year! "HuraaH!" Right as he reached the top of his rep "Who's ready to die" Loosing focus for a moment mike ended up throwing the bar up having it miss the rack and end up lodged in the floor behind it....Shit, that's probably gunna be expensive. He turns to face the monitor that hangs mounted on the wall. Well it seems the reason that he had been stationed here wasn't just the mutations, its a city full of fun

Thanks to his recent actions he was given rather vague instructions....Stabilize the area Hardly one too fail but he couldn't help feel overwhelmed by the rather vagueness and scale of the task. Already he was missing the days where it was target A in zone c you have X amount of resources, instead its Zone A is hell get to cleansing crusader style...."They do know Seraphim is only a tag right, I am not actually a divine being....Because they sure seem to expect a miracle."

Mike stands from the bench, wiping some sweat from his brow and taking a swig of water from a nearby glass. "Well guess my resolution is too be more proactive." He walked over to his desk and began going through folders of known Supers both friend and foe in the city. He stopped on Titan, a rather showy veteran, who had a love of the blade as well. "Seems like a good starting point as any."

Walt was looking at the DVD store to try and see what he would spend with his christmas money that he had gotten from his grandparents as a gift. He was of course going to spend it on some sort of movie or season of a cartoon. The selection was huge at this store and he was having a hard time deciding on whether he would get a Disney classic or buy the complete first season the Galaxy Rangers, he had loved the episodes he had watched on the Internet and wanted the complete first season on DVD. He was having a hard time making his selection and he was worried that his constructs would appear at random as his mind was indecisive but he was focusing as much as he could to keep that from happening.

He needed to get back home before the ball dropped and he at least decided to get the first Season of the Galaxy Rangers. He quickly got back home and watched the the news coverage of the ball drop that would signal the new year with his parents. They drank sparkling apple cider and had a good dinner as they waited for midnight. Soon it was time for the countdown.

5

4

3

2

1

Walt saw the ball explode and a super villain came out and asked the crowd who wanted to die first and then he saw Titan come on the screen. Walt felt the drive to go and fight crime and he asked his parents to be excused and go to bed. He ran to his room when they weren't looking and he took out his costume and began to change into his superhero identity named Toon Master. As he did a cartoon construct of Elmer Fudd appeared beside him and did his iconic chuckle.

"So are we going to go out and hunt Wabbits?" he asked as he held his shotgun.

"Not today Fudd, but we can hunt some bad guys" Walt replied and made the construct disappear. After he was fully dressed in his costume, he opened his bedroom window and jumped out and began to fall towards the ground. He created a cartoon UFO and it pulled him out of his fall and he rode on the top of it as it sped towards the part of Millennial City where the ball drop was suppose to happen. Walt was ready to face a real villain and he was going to happy to be able to do some hero work with Titan who was a seasoned superhero and very popular.

"Time to kick some ass" Walt said to himself as he flew towards downtown.

"They couldn't have gotten someone else to work tonight?" Alex muttered half to himself, half to whoever may have been unlucky enough to be in the hallway with him as he let himself into his apartment. He had spent the last several hours working on some small, tedious part of some larger unknown project that they wouldn't even begin to talk to him about. He shut the door as he shrugged off his lab coat, his ID card for Sunbright Labs still pinned to the lapel. "Ah, oh well. Kinda odd that James and Don were the only guards on duty, but it is New Years Eve, so I suppose its only natural." He slipped his shoes off, placing them to the right of the door as he hung his coat on a hook above them. "The works done and Dr. Friedman is giving me the next three days off at least, so I'll have plenty of time to finish my little project here at home." He couldn't help but smile to himself as he turned and looked around his apartment, noticing the clock on the wall first. 11:15. Still time left before the new year.

The living room was mainly bare. Only a couch, chair, table, clock and television broke up the solid white walls and beige carpet that covered most of the apartment. Past what little of a living room he had was the dining room, only known as that because of the plain dining table and chairs that filled it. And beside the would be dining room was his kitchen with it's pre-installed appliances and tiled floor. To the right was his bedroom, and much like the rest of his apartment it was furnished only to the bare minimum, a bed, dresser and nightstand. To the left, his workshop. It was the only room in his apartment that had more than the bare minimum, it was essentially a small laboratory equipped with the latest equipment and tools. It was also the place he would finally finish his pet project.

He couldn't help but smile wider as he made his way towards the door on the left, his mind running over the days events that had eventually led him to where he was now. "It's gonna be one hell of a night tonight!" He could hear it in his own voice, he was giddy with excitement at the prospect of finishing his outfit for his superhero persona Hazard. He had spent the last several nights getting everything ready to complete his work, but he knew that tonight would be the night the he finally finishes it. He looked back at the clock, 11:17, only a few minutes had passed since he'd arrived at home and with the progress of his work already nearly complete he would be finished before the ball dropped tonight.

"Enough standing around!" He told himself as he pushed open the door to his workshop only to be greeted by what he thought was probably one of the most beautiful sites. The glassware of the test tubes and flasks and the chrome casings of each piece of equipment gleamed from the lights overhead. The black tabletops all of his equipment sat upon was a stark contrast to the pure white walls and the stain resistant tiling he had placed himself. A clear glass wall separated the room in half and inside the room his soon to be finished masterpiece.

On a mannequin inside the glass room was the outfit he had been making. A black form fitting suit with three-quarter sleeves, a pair of armored boots that cover up to his knees, and a pair of armor plates that cover the outside of his thighs. Each of the armored pieces had been made from a material similar to Kevlar in body armor. It would stop most small caliber rounds, everything else he would just have to get out of the way of. The only piece that was missing was the chest piece he would be finishing tonight. "I can't wait to finish it!" He said to himself as he turned on a small tv in the room, background noise to break the silence of the room, to the channel that had been set to cover the dropping of the ball tonight. He had hoped to be there in person, but was called in to work at the last minute. He finally found the channel and put all his other thoughts behind him as he set to work on his armor.

11:59.

"It's finally finished." He looked over at the tv through the glass wall. A reporter was standing in front of a line up of superheroes there for the dropping of the ball. "And just in time." He continued to watch the tv as the crowd on screen began to countdown to the new year. ...5....4....3....2....1...

Instead of the fireworks and cheers he had been expecting, a new villain burst forth from the ball. "Happy New Years people of Millennium City! Who wants to be the first to DIE?!?" The villain screamed on the screen as he threw what looked like boomerangs into the dense crowd of people present. From what he could see from the panicked movements of the cameraman one of the heroes had been hit and Titan had energized his signature sword to confront the villain. A few moment later the screen went to the 'Please Stand By, We Are Experiencing Technical Difficulties' screen, as the camera crew and reporter on scene tried to get a safe distance away from the fighting. It didn't matter much to Alex, they had showed enough of the fight that he had already began putting on his outfit. "It's certainly turning into one hell of a night." He murmured, ready to eat his own words if it would've changed the outcome of what he had just seen.

Loaded into a convoy of vans, the henchmen sped towards the labs. The streets were surprisingly empty, and not an officer was to be found. The tires came to a screeching halt alongside the curb, allowing the men to unload and get to work. The glass front doors of the complex were not hard to get past; using a rocket launcher to shatter them may have been a bit of overkill. The men flooded in, greeting security with a bloody spray of bullets. Their secret weapon, Variant, however, did not partake. His mission was to find the Project while the guards were kept busy.

The man slunk away from the chaotic scene as alarms began to blare. He slithered down the halls, washed in red lights. About a week ago, his boss had stolen blueprints of the lab. All he needed to do was follow the map and he'd find his treasure.

The device on his head glowed a soft blue as he worked his way down into the underbelly of the lab. There, in the lower levels, he found it. Two metal pods, shiny and clean, stood erect in the middle of a darkened room. The words "Project: TANDEM" was spray painted on the outside of both. The man picked up his communicator, about to alert the other goons about his find.

Millennium City, right around midnight. While the rest of the city went about celebrating the new year, a certain Japanese-American spent the holiday sitting atop an old radio station tower that overlooked the East Side, or at least what was left of it. The tower was just outside of the quarantined zone and granted Chad a depressing view of it. Buildings had fallen into disrepair, the roads looked like they were starting to break apart, windows were smashed all over the place. And then there was the worst part of it all, the sounds of mutagen victims moaning and wailing in the distance, in pain and in sorrow. It was enough to make you want to weep for them. In fact, Chad's eyes even watered a bit at one point, but he wiped them and successfully prevented himself from crying. It was such a sad sight, even more so because Chad's childhood home had been in the East Side, and now there was a good chance he would never get to go see it again.

He watched in silent agony, feeling helpless. Despite the power his sword, the Ryuuken, gave him, there wasn't really a damn thing he could do to fix the problem in the Quarantine Zone, and inside that angered him. What was the point in having this power if he couldn't actually save those poor people with it? He shook his head, having now started to tune out out the sound of wailing victims when he heard a small, still voice in his mind and heart. It was Ryuunosuke, the spirit of his ancestor that haunted the blade he wielded.

"Why do you mourn for those in the infected area? You can put an end to their suffering."

"By murdering them? I think I'll pass." Chad said aloud. Thankfully no one else was around or he would probably look like a weirdo that was talking to himself, "Just because you have no qualms about killing people, doesn't mean I shouldn't have them." he continued, now staring at the sword in his hand as if it were the face of his ancestor, "Besides, what if they could still be cured? I'd be killing them for no reason." Chad had only been using his new-found powers for just over a month. In that time, he'd taken down some criminals, but had yet to kill anyone, nor did he have any plans to. This was the 21st Century, after all, not the 12th Century where fighting to kill was considered the norm. Ryuunosuke still seemed to have difficulty understanding that, as the spirit always seemed to offer killing as a first resort, rather than a last one.

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It was just after midnight, the new year had begun, but the people in YoshidaCorp were not celebrating. Instead, they were at work in the main building located in the western half of downtown. Within the research lab, Dr. Katsuo Yoshida and a team of lab techs were studying a dead specimen on a table. The specimen in question was the remains of a mutagen victim, and the researchers were hoping that by performing an autopsy they could discern a better understanding of the mutations and perhaps even develop a cure. A slow process, to be sure, but they had to start somewhere. The lab team went about the procedures, with Yoshida supervising from a distance. The man was involved in many projects, this being only one of them, so unfortunately he didn't have the time to be completely hands on here.

As he was marking things down on a clipboard of some kind, he finally decided that he had spent enough time in this lab and was likely needed elsewhere, so he handed the notes to an assistant and left to check on other projects. Many of the projects involved medicine, since YoshidaCorp was a pharmaceutical company first and foremost. They did, however, dabble in other areas. Specifically, they had a Weapons R&D Department from which a good portion of the company's government funding came. That was where Yoshida was headed, as he had a rather special project in the works there and wanted to check on its progress.

When he arrived in Weapons R&D, he was greeted by the lead tech in charge of the research, "Ah, Mr. Yoshida, perfect timing sir. I have a progress report for you on Project Guardian."

Yoshida nodded, "And that would be...?" he asked, slight impatience slipping into his tone.

The tech became a bit nervous but continued, "We've managed to reach the beta stage of testing, right on schedule. We should have a prototype ready for field testing in two weeks, three at most." he said, trying to sound proud of work. Yoshida only nodded.

"Good. Keep up the good work, and keep me updated. I want to know as soon as a prototype is ready." Yoshida instructed to the tech, who nodded and then went back to work. As for Yoshida, he left the department and returned to his office, where he would try to get some more progress done on various paperwork assignments before calling it a night. As glad as he was about Project Guardian's progress, there was still an inherent frustration with it. When his parents left their mystical sword to his son, Katsuo tried to persuade Chad to let the sword be studied, so that it's powers could potentially mimicked through technology. Unfortunately, Chad wanted no part in such an undertaking, and so Katsuo was forced to go through with the project without having the Ryuuken as a basis for the concepts. It obviously didn't stop Project Guardian, but it was slowed considerably. If Chad had agreed to the proposal, Katsuo had no doubt that they would already be in the field testing stages and perhaps on the verge of mass production. Oh well, with or without Chad he would engineer the ultimate defensive force for the city. It was only a matter of time, and fortunately Katsuo knew all too well the virtue of patience.

Indigo stood in the center of a street, staring into a complex. The glass doors were completely shattered, and there were clear burn marks around it- indicating an explosive device used to 'open' the glass doors. Unnecessarily sloppy, in Indigo's opinion. Whoever these people were they wanted in and out very quickly.
He was mildly surprised he had been sent here, instead of the developing situation at the ball drop. But he had no doubt several other heroes would be on the scene, and he'd grown used to working alone. Something about going it alone had an allure to him. Easier stealth, the joy of victory... No more fear of loss...
He shook his thoughts away. He surveyed the opening further, focusing on the vans. Probably used to reach here, the question was, would they be used to get away? Hopefully. He only had enough shaped charges for one enemy-killing explosion. If they didn't take the vans he'd have to improvise a bit more. Assuming they took the vans? Well, his job got a whole lot easier.
He approached the vans quickly, his boots making not a sound on the concrete. He approached the gas tank of the center van and pulled a small item from his belt. He shaped it quickly, placing it on the underside of the vehicle. He set it to receiver channel one- and his detonator the same. He went around to the other vans, placing explosives on their gas tanks- All receiver channel one.
"Shaped charges, a man's best friends." He thought to himself, moving past the vans and approaching the complex. He crouched, outside of the doors, hiding in a bush rather unceremoniously. He pulled out his assault rifle screwing a silencer on. It would turn the weapons barking fire into a barely audible cough. He thought for a moment before inserting an cartridge of shredder rounds, designed for tearing through flesh and light armor. Unless these guys were kitted out with anything better than low grade kevlar they'd be destroyed by a burst of them, internal organs torn apart.
He stayed in the bush, waiting for his prey to come out.