The four armed man played his tune and the group closed in on the location. Red Ghost was a fan of CCR, so he didn't mind the music. The metahuman actually sounded like John Fogerty himself. Ghost could tell some of the others didn't pay much attention. This time the group looked dressed more in civilian clothes, since on the off chance somebody was to see something up top the identities of the inmates wouldn't be compromised. Jammers stopped most mobile phones, tv's, computers, etc from working within a two block radius. The ARGUS chopper landed on the roof of the 4 story club on the outskirts of St. Roch. Marcus was wearing a black Led Zeppelin shirt with the famous Icarus graphic, ripped jeans, and a red unzipped hoodie. He hadn't shaved in a few days and he looked a little more hardened without his mask. 

The team went in tactically with two more ARGUS agents, as well as another face in the Knight Cat. Marcus floated half intangible until they got to the security doors.

"Thank God these haven't been breached yet. That means these half bred monsters are as dumb as they are ugly..." said one of the guards cracking the lock and opening the first locked door of three.

Several minutes and flights of stairs later the group had made it to the final door roughly half a mile below the club's basement level. 

"We ever gonna see these ugly bastards or...?" Ghost started to ask.

The ARGUS agent opened the last entrance that looked like something out of Star Wars. In a large lobby like room of a lab with several smaller labs branching outward like a shopping mall four half cooked Bizarro like Superman clones were bumbling around in bright white solar suits with the pentagon shape of Superman thought not his S on their chests. One of them appeared to be female. 

"Glad to know these idiot scientist are politically correct..." said one of the agents before being fried by the female's heat vision.

~KL~