[center][h2]The Walk of God - Part 1[/h2][/center]

Just twenty minutes before Cedric Wessex had given the alert to evacuate the Reformist HQ, a black van, ever so typical of movies where someone would be kidnapped or a gang of thieves would storm out of to raid a bank had, had stopped a couple of blocks away from the base. The driver didn't step out and their face wouldn't be recognizable due to the tinted windows. As the back doors opened, a short silhouette hopped out of the vehicle and stepped into the sidewalk, none of the pedestrians taking note of this fact. The individual who came out was none other than Solf Patel, the Underground Movement's current Trump Card and renown as the most dangerous Metahuman on Earth. It wore its usual white cloak that covered the integrity of its body and kept its face hidden in the shadows. Three golden buttons kept the robe together at the level of Patel's throat. The only form of distinctive feature on it would the Underground's emblem drawn on the cloak's right side, covering almost 2/3's of the creature's side. 

It leisurely strolled through the streets of LA, continuously marching a slow but regular gait, never once changing its coarse. People would either dodge Patel by anticipation or would feel a wave of uneasiness if they were to get too close, prompting them to get out of the way anyway. Nearing the HQ, it stopped at a red light and waited like everyone else. Those in the opposite lane quickly took notice of the creature as they evidently had nothing better to do and couldn't help but stare for an extended period of time, many of which ignored the fact that the light indicated that they could cross the road and only reacted a few seconds after. 

By that time, Patel's weakest forms of "arms" had already infested the HQ and noted all the architectural data it needed to make its little trip much easier. After all, the orders from Isabella were very clear: Keep moving forward once it would be in the building and destroy anything in the way. It would blindly follow those orders without a single thought put into them. Once it reached the front gate of the base, the alarm was already set off. Patel called back its weak tendrils and stood quietly before the opened gate, leaving the two armed security guards a bit puzzled. 

"[b]Erm, excuse me. We're running an evacuation drill, I'm going to have to ask you to come back later.[/b]" 

Said one of the guards as he approached the antagonizing creature, but it didn't reply nor did it actually pay them any attention. Red, glowing eyes had become more visible behind the gaping abyss its cloak revealed, and they were staring directly up at the roof of the building. As its intel indicated, powerful metas were going to assemble there, including Cedric Wessex. It was patient enough to wait for their grand revealing, after all many of the evacuees would be exposed to Patel's rampage whether they would make it out or not.