Marijuana smoke wafts through the air,  the large highly decorated room coverd with all sorts of flora and fauna is the main place the boys relax. Stampede sits in his personal couch special built to hold his massive weight, FlameStrike sitting on the long red couch uses his mutant power over fire to light the substance. SandStorm sits next to his older brother antsy for there leader to return with the others and report. The earthquake had destroyed much of the front yard while most of the Mansion was intact. The estate was enormous and one of the biggest personal properties in Omega city. While it is the home of the great Botanist Mortician it also serves as the head quarters of the Faction of Brothers. 
 A long 'beep' signals as a red light flickers on a chrome panel on the wall. Stampede exhales a thick cloud of smoke and says 

[i]"the shipment is here"[/i]
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Mantis boy  buzzed around pulling people from the building and out from rubble. He enters the burning building and zooms wall to wall trying to find people to save. 
  The robot had asked him about the Omega league earlier before flying off.  Mantis boy didn't really know what to say.  He just shrugged and nodded, he had always been a bit socially awkward and needed to get to the fire. 

[i]"HELP"[/i]

A female voice screams, Mantis leaps over a blaze of flames and rushes towards the voice. The structural integrity of the building starts to fail as a large load bearing beam crashes down through the roof and falls on Tyler. Before the beam can crush him he detracts  his blades and slices the beam in half. The two pieces landing on either side of him. He continues towards the voice. 
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The Light backs up slowly as the mechanical monstrosity tells him of the danger to come. Williams is about to speak when Sebastian Yorvic  bulldozed down the path surfing on the earth itself. As the Mortician approaches he simply waves his hand out at the mechanical robot. Vines start to grow out of every opening and crack, engulfing the robot so tightly in plant life that it looks like a spiders victim spun up. Suddenly the ground Williams stands on lifts like a piller into the air. The old man struggles to keep his balance. The piller of earth dumps the Light right next to The Mortician and they all 'surf' away. 

[i]"Hello again Will, need a ride?"[/i]
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Cyclone put on the old spandex outfit and mask. He looked at himself in the mirror and fliped his hair to the side. "Dam he is fine" He thinks to himself with a smirk on his face as he heads out towards the teleportation room. He was the test subject of the teleporter and wasn't looking forward to walking through another portal but was excited to be on another job. His work was so much fun. 
He salutes the teleport machine operators although they are obviously lower ranked then him and steps through. He instantly appears in the front room of the mutant registration building,   he looks for any resistance but sees none. His troops had done a good job it seems. Cyclone leisurely strolls down the long hallway leading to the data base where he will obtain the superhuman files. A file containing info on all registered superhumans.
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The museum was going to be easy with all the emergency forces concentrating on the earthquake. As Ark finishes his duty he notices a figure standing in the shadows in the corner. It startles Ark and he slightly jumps he useally would notice somthing like that, and the fact that the foot soldiers didn't notice either bothered him. The figure takes one step forward and speaks,

[i]"Why have you come here? I don't smell evil on you. Though you run with the Zetas."[/i]

The man steps closer to Ark, his black tight outfit showing his physical condition and his clawed hands looking as if they could rip flesh with ease.

[i]"I am called NightClaw, I protect the city from the scum that tries to thrive here. This museum is under my protection."[/i]