Today had started out so well. He had chased things, eaten things, eaten some more things...And then it all went to hell. Dragons and monsters. Bullets and blood. Jake was surrounded by chaos. He had been caught up in the excitement of that chaos and torn into a few of the things attacking the cops. He wasn't all that fond of the police but he knew they at least tried to be the good guys. Whatever these things were, they definitely weren't good.

Jake was busy ripping someone a new hole when things somehow managed to get even crazier. A nearby building began exploding, sending fire and debris everywhere. He felt several small shards of glass tear into him and he whimpered in pain. Damn it that hurt. He knew he would heal but not if a damn building fell on him so he bolted, scurrying into a nearby alleyway. As he ran, he passed someone unconscious on the ground and stopped a few feet past him. He turned back to look at this man and realized he recognized him. It was that psychopath with the creepy laugh. For a moment he considered just leaving the psycho to his fate but after that moment, instinct kicked in.

Wrapping a jaw around the first part of the man he could find that wouldn't result in a lost limb, Jake began to drag the man from danger. He wondered where he could possibly take an unconscious psychopath capable of slaughtering the world. Only one place sprung to mind. The reformists would surely know how to help this lunatic...Right?



"Whoah! Woah! Woah!" proclaimed Nate as he rushed to Eli and Olivia's side. He patted at Olivia's burning hair in an attempt to douse the flames. "Are you insane? Here I was thinking you may not be as bad as I originally thought and then you go and set a bitch on fire!..That's cold dude." He paused for a moment as he thought about what he had just said then held a finger up at Eli and added "I heard it the minute I said it...Shut up. You know what I mean."

"Of course we're going to evacuate," said Isabella a little snippily. "And I just have a place in mind," she then smirked. "After we check in on Cindy, of course."

((Snip Isabella throwing a fit because Ruby made off with Cindy.))

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Once the group had arrived in the escape tunnel, along with the remnants of Isabella's army, the War-Queen herself spoke:

"A long, long time ago, there was a corporation called Aperture, who ran a Metahuman Prison called Avalon, a Metahuman Prison meant to be an impregnable fortress. It was supposed to figure into Aperture's plans for world domination, but its very impregnability made it undersirable, to the point of being forgettable, to both Aperture and the Reformists. The reasons why? For Aperture, it was too far from the centre of action, and for the Reformists, there were easier targets to crack open, like Aperture Tower itself. Not merely that, but once Aperture Fell, Avalon fell under Federal Control, at a time when the Government was running high military expenditures already."

"StuCorp, Aperture's rival and enemy, offered to build a new Metahuman Prison for the Government, a Metahuman Prison that would be less expensive than Avalon, because the prisoners would be shrunk, with, yes, the cliche shrink ray, meaning that the prison itself can be as small as a diorama. Blame Alto; he invented that sort of stuff," Isabella said.

"My point is," Isabella said, "we're going to Avalon; the Gov't had taken away most of the technology, but the fortifications themselves are intact; they were meant to last."

"Oh," she said as an afterthought, "can someone fetch Sebastian? We may need him."

((Reposting to avoid Bottom of the Page Syndrome))

Once the majority of the Underground agents were united with their boss, Isabella had finally hit the subject of retrieving Cindy. In response to that, Camille simply poked the mass of stone blocking the way, the little spot she had left a she pressed her finger on a random rock slowly widened into a larger, black hole. All of a sudden the huge mass got quickly annihilated to nothingness, having aged to a point of no return in these current conditions. Once the passage was opened, Camille was just as dumbfounded as the Underground leader hen realizing the place was empty.

"W-what the Hell?!"

One of the rare swears she would say in her usual dialogue was brought out, her eyes widened upon realizing Cindy was gone along with the the long awaited Eden Camille o' so wanted to meet. Clenching her fists, she fixate the empty room and tense her facial muscles in anger. Whether it was Ruby or the Reformists, she'd be pretty bloodlusted if any of them were to cross paths with her from now on. Despite the trauma, they headed to the escape tunnel, in which Camille followed obediently whilst receiving healing from Isabella. Her mother had managed to calm down, and Camille made it her duty to remain calm as well and putting aside the recent problem they lost their cool with.

Once at the escape route, Camille listened to her mother, only to fall painfully behind as she had a had time understanding all these different factors that came into play in Isabella's little explaining. She got most of it though, but she'd only react to the ending, where the leader had asked for a specific thing: Looking for Sebastian.

"Oh... OH! I want to! Isaac tell me where I can find him- No wait come with me!"

She'd nudge the emotionless scientist's arm in attempt to her his full cooperation. She wanted to go out, have a breath of fresh air and possibly release some frustration on the redhead psychopath. She attempted, most likely in vain, to soften Isaac by giving him the puppy eyes while pestering him to join her.

Jaden

As Owl-man approached from behind, more tendrils appeared from Jaden's back, these ones baring jagged clawed graspers and covered in movement sensitive hairs. Upon feeling Owl man approach, they lashed out with a frightening speed, like that of a snake, seeking to sing their claws into the Meta's body. If they succeedded, they would then begin to smash the bird-man repeatedly into the ground until he stopped moving, whether that meant he was dead or not was not important, in which case they'd then detach from Jaden and wrapp around the Owl tightly, almost bone-breakingly so.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Spiny tendrils exploded out of this persons back, and The Owlman felt them puncture into him. Into his chest, into his legs, into his wings. It was like being shot. Then they began to throw him around, smashing him into the ground over and over. He tried to protect his wings by pulling them back in, but that was a mistake. The tendrils got in the way, jamming them and leaving them out at odd angles. There was a sickening cracks as he felt one of them just snap from the force of the impact.

He tried to grip a few of them, snip them off of him with his grip, but then wold was a maelstrom of wild movement followed by intense pain. He could barely get a grip on the ones in his chest before he was being whipped to the other side of the room again. He saw the floor coming at him and turned his head so the impact at least wouldn't break anything important, and felt something oozing down the back of his neck. Feathers were everywhere. He found one, two tendrils and snipped them between during the lulls right after the pain, but the only thing it seemed to do was cause him to the flung even more wildly than before.

He was passing out. He was going to pass out. He was going to die. Images flashed in his vision for just a moment, just as blurs of motion. Was the Light? Was the Spectrum?

Then he heard a distant explosion, a rush of rubble, and everything went black.

At that moment, Alexander Matabaki, aka Blink, shot teleportaion beams into the building, teleporting out first Owlman, Spectrum, and sadly, Jaden, then every civilian in the building, transporting them all into the park. Hey, S-class Meta, remember? At the same time, Audrey Moore/Vapor began quenching the explosion as soon said explosion arrived, pulling out an entire cloud from the air and drenching the building with it.

Some seconds later, Philip Clark, aka cyber, the Meta with the power to transfer his conciousness throughout the Internet, and whose body is housed in a supercomputer under DC, sent a message to Constantine, giving him the details of Ruby's Internet-Related - and only the Internet-Related - activities. Constantine smirked, straigthening his glasses and his blond hair, and saying:

"Always knew she couldn't be trusted."

A Dacha outside of Moscow

The Presidential Dacha was alive with military activity as the Russian Rocket Forces intercepted a message to the American THOR system.
The Russian President looked at the radar feed from the command center that was secure.

"Sir?" asked the general at the Russian leader."
"Yes general?"The Russian President asked the Cammander of Russian Rocket Forces to Explain the sudden intrusion into his daily schedule.
It was a long briefing. The general told the President of Russia that his people in Kamchatka intercepted a code to the Hero THOR satellite.

He hated the THOR it was like Damocles over his head. The Russian President had not to worry like his American counterpart about re-elections, he won his in 2018. Now the US President will panic and rescind the government support of the group.

"Will the device be in range of our special weapon if the device threatens Russian territory?"
"Our massive Kamchatka Laser? Yes. The Satellite will be destroyed if one millimeter of Russian Territory is harmed sir. And if that device is destroyed secondary device at Kola will be activated."
"Good, because if the Americans and the heroes don't leak the fact a weapons satellite went rouge we will."

White House

"How in the hell did they loose control of that satellite!" Screamed the President. She was livid with her cabinet officers in Washington.
"You idiots must want a Reese administration! I am going against that Texan ass and he would love nothing more than shutting down all the Hero operations in this country." The PResident sat down hard in her chair.

"God you asses are like retarded monkeys! I should fire the lot of you!"

LA Area

The Hero Chiller was busy in Southwest LA. She was chilling a gang for their recent shooting of another member but more importantly a dead little girl. There was Gang Bangers frozen in various positions all over the house. One was frozen to the ceiling another was stuck to a wall upside down.

Chiller walked up to the gang's leader Pablo.
"Pablo, Pablo, Pablo. Why can't your people not just target the fuckers you want to kill and just kill them?" Her eye watered briefly. "But instead your people, your people killed Juanita Diaz, a three year old girl." Pablo begged in Spanish. "But I won't kill you." Chiller said as she froze Pablo in a massive block of ice.

As Chiller swaggered away she turned her comms back on after her little tiff.

Jaden

Jaden blinked as he found himself teleported to some sort of park, surrounded by the reformist forces. For a split second, he considered trying to fight his way through them or use Owlman as a hostage, but quickly shot the ideas down. He was vastly outnumbered, and they had already shown to have a powerful teleporter among their forces,so taking a hostage would be ineffective as they could take him away rather easily. So, with that in mind, he set Owlman down gently onto the grass a few feet in front of him, before retracting the tendrils and shifted into Jay. He then proceeded to sit down on the grass, putting up no resistance to whatever they did next, short of them trying to kill him of course.

Eli laughed as he sat Olivia back down her bed." I told you Shitdick, don't no one talk bad about my Momma. The only hell she ever raised was me... And when she beat my ass. My best friends Momma once got so pissed at me she took her shoe off and beat us both all about the head, neck and shoulders." Eli shuttered at the thought of that night.

As big and powerful as he was he. He never got over the fear of his own mother getting pissed. To him his Mother's wrath was worse than any situation he could face.

Eli looked at the girl for a moment before speaking and smiled. "She's gonna be so pisssd when she wakes up... Imma raid her fridge!" Eli turned to walk out but had to ask one more question. "Coming Shitdick?"

He didn't wait for answers. Just turned the corner and called out to Eva Adams. He went on to explain his intent. Never stopping to listen to her protests and or why it was wrong. Oiliva had crossed the line and payback was a bitch. He knew that there would be hell to pay, but that wouldn't cross his mind till it was too late.

"Hello?" Aya called when she stumbled through the door of the Reformist HQ. She was practically dead on her feet as she pulled her suitcase behind her. Placing one clumsy foot in front of the other, she continued forward and called again in her weak voice, "Please, I need to talk to someone – it's… about the Underground Movement, and I… I don't have anywhere else to go."

Adrenaline finally out of her system, all Aya knew was how tired she was and how much her body ached, all covered in bruises. Her sluggish mind tried to recall exactly what it was she needed to tell the Reformists, but she knew there had to be something. It'd seemed so important… then again, maybe it wasn't that important after all. Wasn't it something about that psycho coming after them? Would that really be news? They already had dangerous people coming after them. Sebastian was likely just another name to add to the list.

The weight of her suitcase dragging behind her reminded Aya of the last part of her sentence – she didn't have anywhere to go. She'd done plenty of stupid things today, but if she'd actually stayed in her apartment after that ordeal, that would've made it to the top of the stupid list. She didn't have any school friends… couldn't risk putting her coworkers in danger by staying with them… and thus, she was here.

She swayed precariously as she stopped in the middle of the room.

"Please?" she asked in a small voice.

"uhm... Ok..." Light said after appearing in the park from what was once a collapsing building, a bit of chaostic fighting, and a flash of light. She moved over to take a quick look at Owlman. She kept an eye on the person who had messed up Owlman while grabbing out another first aid kit from her dress and did whatever she could with cartoonish first aid equipment. When Light was satisfied at the haphazard job she could do, she called HQ to send an ambulance to the park to pick up Owlman while she stared down Jaden.

"So... while combat is combat, and I appreciate you not trying to attack me, I do think you owe the cops an explanation or something." Light said, waiting for someone or something to come and collect Jaden or Owlman.

Constantine had two apparent options: Either let Jaden go so that he can kill more people, innocent and not, or try and imprison or kill Jaden, meaning that he will murder more people during the arrest. He then chose a third option, which was to walk up to the man and talk to him, his blue eyes metaphorically shining with an intensity that belied a greater purpose than petty conflict.

"Jaden McFadden, I presume?" the blond-haired man said. "My name is Constantine Ramiel King, former leader of the International Heroes and leader of the Reformist Council back when it was a semi-covert movement. But we're not here to talk about ancient history. Rather, I'm here to tell you of a threat to Meta and Normal Human alike, but especially Metas. Same to you, Light and Spectrum."

And with that, he showed all three, and Owlman, a Fleet of Alien Warships, Alien Warships poised to attack Earth. He also showed them the woman who had killed Max Velocity, as well as the object that Ruby had shown Cedric in the recording she had given to gain his trust; these two things were actually foreshadowing of things to come. Once he was done, Constantine said:

"These Aliens have a bone to pick with Earth, and Metahumanity in particular. In fact, these Aliens might have seeded the virus that creates Metahumans into Earth, for unknown reasons, in the first place, with the intention of harvesting Metahumanity. So, I want you all to bring this message to Cedric and Isabella:"

"We may be officially part of the International Heroes, but I and my group are dedicated to defeating the Aliens through any means possible. Our only reason for helping you was to secure Eden who is one of two people, the other being Gia the Forgotten, who can give humanity an edge against SS-class killers. We failed in the latter. Tell Cedric and Isabella, and Ruby if she's listening in, that if they try to interfere with our attempt to awaken Gia, we will fight them without regard for their moral affilation. We will save the world, and all sapient beings on it, and woe to those who stand in our way." Constantine then vanished; he had actually been gone for some time.

After a while, Healing Spore came to regenerate Owlman's wounds...

"Hello?" Aya called when she stumbled through the door of the Reformist HQ. She was practically dead on her feet as she pulled her suitcase behind her. Placing one clumsy foot in front of the other, she continued forward and called again in her weak voice, "Please, I need to talk to someone – it's… about the Underground Movement, and I… I don't have anywhere else to go."

Adrenaline finally out of her system, all Aya knew was how tired she was and how much her body ached, all covered in bruises. Her sluggish mind tried to recall exactly what it was she needed to tell the Reformists, but she knew there had to be something. It'd seemed so important… then again, maybe it wasn't that important after all. Wasn't it something about that psycho coming after them? Would that really be news? They already had dangerous people coming after them. Sebastian was likely just another name to add to the list.

The weight of her suitcase dragging behind her reminded Aya of the last part of her sentence – she didn't have anywhere to go. She'd done plenty of stupid things today, but if she'd actually stayed in her apartment after that ordeal, that would've made it to the top of the stupid list. She didn't have any school friends… couldn't risk putting her coworkers in danger by staying with them… and thus, she was here.

She swayed precariously as she stopped in the middle of the room.

"Please?" she asked in a small voice.

"Whoa, hey there sister. Take it easy." The guy behind the desk said, concerned, as he stood up and ran over to her to lead her to one of the lobby chairs, carrying her suitcase for her as he sat her down. Max was actually a bit concerned at this point. Considering this suitcase she was looking for a place to stay, which would make her the third in two days.

Well, the third unrelated to Cedric and his open job offer to every elf and vampire in this town. That had been a shocker.

Three in as many days was unusual traffic into this place. Three in two? That was some weird voodoo shit. Not to mention the fact that this one looked like she'd seen hell.

He sat down beside her and looked into her eyes. "My name is Max. We're dealing with some stuff right now, so...hold on. Wait. Don't move. I'll be right back." He suddenly stands up and runs back to his desk, returning with a bottled water which he hands gingerly to her. "Here, you look like you need that. Drink, then just tell me everything. What's your name?"

Aya couldn't help flinching away when the man rushed to her side to lead her to a chair. He was tall, unnaturally handsome, practically dripping with concern… for a moment she saw Sebastian's face on this new stranger's body and she felt her heart jump into her throat, if only for a moment. He even looked to be about the same age. But… it was probably nothing, she told herself. Los Angeles was full of tall, handsome men, and so far she'd only met one homicidal maniac. It wouldn't do to let one bad apple taint the lot.

Good lord, she was tired.

Raising a hand to accept the offered water, she let out a soft thanks and drank until the bottle was empty.

"Aya," she finally said. "My name is Aya. I was coming home from work, when…" She trailed off and saw the day's events play out in her mind: watching Sebastian massacre a family, following him, the torture. Without realizing what she was doing, Aya shook her head against the memories, squeezing her eyes shut. She raised both of her hands and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes. "He… there's a man. His name is Sebastian Lyone. He was…" Aya lowered her hands and sighed as she tried to order her thoughts around and remember what she needed to through her haze. "I don't know, the Underground movement had him locked up or something, but now he's out and working for them. Today he made a deal with Isabella and that doctor with the dragons and that little French girl…" Had she ever gotten their names? Aya couldn't remember, but she hoped it all meant something to Max. "He's supposed to attack Reformists until after Eden's born.

"He's dangerous… murderous." She looked down at her right hand and looked at the marks he had left – the scabbed-over wound in her palm where he'd poisoned her and the angry purple bruise fully formed on her wrist where he'd used blood to hold her up. "He can control blood and make it do anything he wants – even turn it to acid and burn you away from the inside out." She looked back up at Max. "I'm sorry, this probably isn't much. I just… thought I should warn you."

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Aya couldn't help flinching away when the man rushed to her side to lead her to a chair. He was tall, unnaturally handsome, practically dripping with concern… for a moment she saw Sebastian's face on this new stranger's body and she felt her heart jump into her throat, if only for a moment. He even looked to be about the same age. But… it was probably nothing, she told herself. Los Angeles was full of tall, handsome men, and so far she'd only met one homicidal maniac. It wouldn't do to let one bad apple taint the lot.

Good lord, she was tired.

Raising a hand to accept the offered water, she let out a soft thanks and drank until the bottle was empty.

"Aya," she finally said. "My name is Aya. I was coming home from work, when…" She trailed off and saw the day's events play out in her mind: watching Sebastian massacre a family, following him, the torture. Without realizing what she was doing, Aya shook her head against the memories, squeezing her eyes shut. She raised both of her hands and pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes. "He… there's a man. His name is Sebastian Lyone. He was…" Aya lowered her hands and sighed as she tried to order her thoughts around and remember what she needed to through her haze. "I don't know, the Underground movement had him locked up or something, but now he's out and working for them. Today he made a deal with Isabella and that doctor with the dragons and that little French girl…" Had she ever gotten their names? Aya couldn't remember, but she hoped it all meant something to Max. "He's supposed to attack Reformists until after Eden's born.

"He's dangerous… murderous." She looked down at her right hand and looked at the marks he had left – the scabbed-over wound in her palm where he'd poisoned her and the angry purple bruise fully formed on her wrist where he'd used blood to hold her up. "He can control blood and make it do anything he wants – even turn it to acid and burn you away from the inside out." She looked back up at Max. "I'm sorry, this probably isn't much. I just… thought I should warn you."

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Wait, this girl had watched this mystery man make a deal with Lancaster? Where exactly had she seen that fro-

Holy Christ her hand! What the hell, how the hell couldn't he have seen that before? This whole war deal had him completely out of whack. He knew that part of their procedure was hunting down criminals, but fighting a meta war wasn't what he'd singed on for. He kept that concern out of his voice, though. No need to burden her with it.

"Trust me Aya, it's actually a lot. Our boss had to send in a team without any information today and, well, you can see the result of that on the news. Just knowing that this guy's out there helps us. But that isn't important right now, do you think you can walk? I want to take you to medical before they start carting everybody back here, have them take a look at your injuries. Can you come with me?"

Provided she accented, Max lead her to the medical facilities.

Aya didn't even bother trying to wave away Max when he asked her to go to the infirmary. She simply lacked the energy to care if she was a burden. Besides, even though she could only see the bruises, she couldn't be sure her blood was actually clean. Who knew what sort of toxin Sebastian had left swimming around her veins.

Thus, suitcase dragging behind her, Aya allowed herself to be lead to the medical facilities. It was a slow process, and she swayed more than normal, but eventually they reached their destination. She made a bee-line for the first empty bed she saw and fell into it, giving a soft groan as her sore body reacted to the new position. Forgetting Max, Sebastian, and the day's events, Aya finally sank into a deep, much-needed sleep. She'd done what she needed to. Her job was over.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

It seemed tough old Eli's thick skin didn't extend to his momma. For a moment Nate thought about calling him on the hypocrisy of his earlier statement about Nate's sister but it probably wouldn't get him anywhere. Eli was clearly living in his own little world of perceived right and wrong and apparently in that world it was ok to set a drug addled girl on fire just because she said something about your mother.

Eli's next plan was one Nate was much more comfortable getting on board with. Their earlier plans for fried chicken had been derailed and Nate could feel his stomach rumbling. He looked to the unconscious Olivia on the bed and thought about whether or not he should go check in with the boss. Cedric had run out of the pretty quickly when he had gotten an alert. Nate was sure one of his 'brothers' would be sure to check in though so he shifted his attention back to Eli. Someone had to keep an eye on the douchetard anyway. With a shrug of his shoulders and resigning himself to babysitting duty, he informed Eli "Sure, why not"

@AcerRo

Constantine had two apparent options: Either let Jaden go so that he can kill more people, innocent and not, or try and imprison or kill Jaden, meaning that he will murder more people during the arrest. He then chose a third option, which was to walk up to the man and talk to him, his blue eyes metaphorically shining with an intensity that belied a greater purpose than petty conflict.

"Jaden McFadden, I presume?" the blond-haired man said. "My name is Constantine Ramiel King, former leader of the International Heroes and leader of the Reformist Council back when it was a semi-covert movement. But we're not here to talk about ancient history. Rather, I'm here to tell you of a threat to Meta and Normal Human alike, but especially Metas. Same to you, Light and Spectrum."

And with that, he showed all three, and Owlman, a Fleet of Alien Warships, Alien Warships poised to attack Earth. He also showed them the woman who had killed Max Velocity, as well as the object that Ruby had shown Cedric in the recording she had given to gain his trust; these two things were actually foreshadowing of things to come. Once he was done, Constantine said:

"These Aliens have a bone to pick with Earth, and Metahumanity in particular. In fact, these Aliens might have seeded the virus that creates Metahumans into Earth, for unknown reasons, in the first place, with the intention of harvesting Metahumanity. So, I want you all to bring this message to Cedric and Isabella:"

"We may be officially part of the International Heroes, but I and my group are dedicated to defeating the Aliens through any means possible. Our only reason for helping you was to secure Eden who is one of two people, the other being Gia the Forgotten, who can give humanity an edge against SS-class killers. We failed in the latter. Tell Cedric and Isabella, and Ruby if she's listening in, that if they try to interfere with our attempt to awaken Gia, we will fight them without regard for their moral affilation. We will save the world, and all sapient beings on it, and woe to those who stand in our way." Constantine then vanished; he had actually been gone for some time.

After a while, Healing Spore came to regenerate Owlman's wounds...

Jaden

As Constantine spoke, Jaden's face slowly loses it's calm composure, as he hears this man tell him that all of his beliefs, which had been what's keeping his deceptively fragile mind together, was a lie. These powers were not given by God, but by a race of aliens that were coming to destroy the Earth. His mind went back to the early years of dealing with his ability after that first kill. His philosophy had kept him alive, cause deep inside of him, he'd hated every second of what he did. But he could stop the urges, couldn't resist them forever. He had convinced himself that this was just the will of the divine. But as his sanity began to fall apart, a rage, burning with malicious intent formed inside of him.

These had turned him into a monster, they had planted these urges inside of him, and he would get his revenge. He would find therm, he would devour them, he would show them the monster they made, end them all, and do what ever he could to make them burn.

"I'll tell Isabella about this threat, and even if she doesn't agree to help, you can expect me to assist you in anyway possible." Jaden stood up, turning to walk away from the group assembled. "I have a score to settle with these Aliens."

With that, he shifted into a winged monster and launched himself off the ground,, flying high into the sky and into the clouds. He knew already where Isabella was likely to be, Avalon was the fall-back base in case they ever lost New Sun Tower. He already knew the way and began to head there, his mind a festering pit of rage, despair, and slowly fading sanity.

Sebastian

Sebastian chuckled slightly at the weird feeling that came with him snapping back to his body, finding himself on the ground where Lynn had pushed him. Having followed her around when she began moving their bodies, he knew exactly where to find Cassandra. Walking over to the closet, he found it shuddering as the girl tried to bust t down. Sebastian stepped right next to the door, and waited for the right moment in between her attempts before he opened it, causing her to faceplant right into the ground.

"OWWWW!"

Sebastian broke out into a hearty laugh, which was quickly cut short as Cassandra began to shoot little bolts of lightning at him. They were weak and wouldn't do any real damage, but they still hurt like hell. For about twenty minutes, he had to flee from her as she shot at him, crawling after him surprisingly faster in a caterpillar-like motion. But she soon got tired, and that's when Sebastian cut her out of her restraints, still chuckling a little as he did so. He didn't punish the girl or anything, he had deserved it, and besides, it had been pretty fun.

"Well then, come on Cassie." He said as he walked out of the building to wander the city streets, not particularly caring whether or not the movement came to find him. Cassandra followed quickly behind, carrying her backpack and luggage. "We got to explore the city, see if we can find a hotel or something of that nature. I originally planned to go to the Reformists, as they have no idea who I am, but since Lynn has gone and escaped, I'm almost positive that's where she went. So we have to move quick, now that the distraction that is the New Sun Tower is done, authorities maybe coming soon."

And with that, the Psychopath and his new little protege went off down an alley, all smiles and grins as they planned to open a new base of operations.

Adam watched as they were stopped by a road block with a bunch of guards and saw that they had heavy weapons aimed at their vehicle. It would be unwise to to go out guns blazing and possibly get them killed.

"What do we do now?" Mountain Lion asked him as he cracked his knuckles.

"We try the diplomatic approach, I'll talk to them and see if I can them believe that we are metahumans working for the Islamic State. if things go sour then I want you to attack them as quick as possible" Adam instructed and John nodded. Adam stepped out of the vehicle and spoke them in Syrian. Mountain Lion followed not too far behind. He heard some of the men give whisper of nervousness.

"We are new recruits for the Islamic State's metahuman soldiers, we were hoping to find a place of recruitment. As you can see we are very skilled in the arts of combat and killing, we will gladly take the chance to take up arms against the west" he said to them, hoping that it was convincing enough to get them past the roadblock.

Adam watched as they were stopped by a road block with a bunch of guards and saw that they had heavy weapons aimed at their vehicle. It would be unwise to to go out guns blazing and possibly get them killed.

"What do we do now?" Mountain Lion asked him as he cracked his knuckles.

"We try the diplomatic approach, I'll talk to them and see if I can them believe that we are metahumans working for the Islamic State. if things go sour then I want you to attack them as quick as possible" Adam instructed and John nodded. Adam stepped out of the vehicle and spoke them in Syrian. Mountain Lion followed not too far behind. He heard some of the men give whisper of nervousness.

"We are new recruits for the Islamic State's metahuman soldiers, we were hoping to find a place of recruitment. As you can see we are very skilled in the arts of combat and killing, we will gladly take the chance to take up arms against the west" he said to them, hoping that it was convincing enough to get them past the roadblock.

The commander looked at them.
"Good we need some metas for a job in the nearby village." After a brief discussion the commander seemed to have no issue with them.

The commander takes them to the nearby village. In the nearby village there was something odd. There were foreign soldiers, they were wearing green shaded camouflage. But noticeably they had current weapons of the Russian Federation. As they drove deeper into this village they saw more and more Russians. These men were carrying themselves like they were Spestnaz.

There seemed to be an operation of sorts in the ruins at the edge of town. There were light towers, tractors, and digging equipment. IT was odd ISIS was taking care of this site as they had ruined ancient monuments before then why was this location spared and why were the Russians so invested in it.Something was up but Adam and Mountain Lion were not let closer to that site.

The command pointed at the site. "Do not go there unless you have permission. The Russians will shoot you dead."

Why had he decided to play hero? This was such a hassle. Jake continued to drag the psycho through the streets, despite bleeding from several open wounds. He sure hoped he could get that glass out. A difficult task when you don't have hands. Maybe he could get the reformists to get it out for him. By that point the thought of getting help with his own wounds was the only thing that prevented Jake from just leaving Damien's carcass in the middle of the street. He wasn't sure if anyone at his destination would help just any old injured dog that showed up but surely they would have to help the hero dog who dragged an injured meta to their doorstep...He sure hoped so. His wounds would never heal properly if that glass wasn't removed.

Despite the odd nature of a dog dragging an unconscious man through the streets, no one seemed to stop him. He had a feeling most people were preoccupied with the New Sun building collapsing nearby. Although a few people did stop at least briefly to take a photo of the strange scene. Jake only grumbled to himself and continued on his way. Finally he caught sight of his destination. The Reformist Council building. It stood like some kind of massive monument on the land, all shiny and pretty. Jake only rolled his eyes at the thought of the reformists' pomposity, his head going slightly with the movement as he did. Was this building supposed to represent something? The importance of metahumanity? Jake had little time for people who had to use massive symbols like this to display their own importance...But then Jake didn't have much time for people in general.

The final stretch. Jake pushed on towards the main doors, Damien still in his chops. The dog began to feel a twitch in one of his forelegs as he got closer to the doors. Damn it. One of the glass shards had worked it's way into his muscles. Progressively starting to limp, the dog persevered until he reached the doors and realised he could walk no further. He dropped the humans limb from his mouth and slumped forward into a heap. His face was pressed pathetically against one of the glass doors looking into the main lobby and he could see people moving about inside. He had lost so much blood from his wounds and was so weak that he could only muster a small whimper.

So close.

@Raijinslayer