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@Alternax@Indy Cooper

November tried to not get distracted by the flaming hero flying in, all boisterous and loud. He even succeeded for the most part, tearing his eyes away from the scene the man was causing, and going back to searching for the Hounds' commander. What he could not ignore, however, was the massive fucking dragon made of water that the meta woman was presumably building. How... How did that even stay together? He watched it ripple and take a more solid form for a few seconds. Shaking his head, he turned back to the search, only to get welcomed by a Hound force coming up the alley to his right.

Narrowly dodging a hail of suppressing fire, Nick leapt to the left, throwing himself against a brick wall. Drawing his first handgun, a Beretta M9, and dropping his spent MP5k, November quickly checked his gun over, and took a deep breath. As soon as the hail of fire paused, Nick stuck his head out and fired off two shots, dropping a Hound and then retreating.

November was ready to repeat that, but he was rudely interrupted by the Hound commander, a Lieutenant by the looks of him, slamming him against the wall, stabbing a knife at his throat. Quick to react, Nick pushed his forearms against the Hounds', driving the knife away from his throat. Dropping his gun, he grabbed the man's forearms and tried to leverage the knife away, but the man was almost as strong as Nick himself, so that wasn't an easy task.

The good Lieutenant apparently thought this a good time to speak up. "Those were my boys, you stooge, a lot of them were just kids! Why the fuck are you siding with the stooges and freaks?" November grunted, and kicking at the man's legs, knocked him over, ripping the knife from his hands, and reversing the situation.

"Sorry friend, I've got too much at stake to let your shortsighted hate anywhere near what I care about. I would say nothing personal, but that's not true." As Nicholas tried to drive the knife home in the man's clavicle, the Hound Lieutenant kicked him off, launching him backwards into the wall. As the first Hound rounded the corner, November leapt at the man, punching him first in the nose, then the throat, and afterwards, ripped the gun out of his hands, aiming the shotgun upwards, at the Hounds' chin. Pulling the trigger, Nick got some blood splattered on his face, and then backed away from the alleyway, opening up on the Hounds.

The shotgun couldn't possibly have missed, in such tight quarters. The slugs scythed through them, like wheat.

Turning the long gun on the Hound commander, Nick had to turn the gun sideways to block the next strike with the knife, driving the blade upwards, and luckily, knocking it from the man's hands. However, he didn't have the space to turn the gun on the man, so he received two painful strikes to the face before he dropped it. The fight quickly descended into a bare-knuckle brawl between the two men, each killer trying to strike in the most painful or advantageous place possible.

After they had traded a few blows, the Hound charged forward, picking Nick up, and threw him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him, which he never quite got a chance to get back, since the man was quite intent on choking him out. "This is for my boys, you traitor."

November, however, pulled his Glock 19 from its holster at his hip, and aimed it up at the man's head. November felt the heat of the gas burn him, but at that same moment, the Hound slumped against him, blood smearing onto his face. Finally able to breathe again, November sucked in air that tasted like iron, and just laid there for a moment. Finally recovering, November rolled the Hound to the left, and free to move, stood up.

There were more Hounds to kill.

@Indy Cooper

Nick was surprised by the flash of brilliant red light that cast a shadow over his newsstand, but he took the chance regardless. As the Hounds were blinded by the light, Nick leaped forward from his cover, running across the street, and firing at three Hounds, who, blinded by the light, accidentally stuck their heads out of cover. Three short bursts, three more splatters of blood on a building, three more bodies on the pavement.

Taking cover in an alley between two buildings, stepping over the bodies of a Hounds squad that he killed, Nick tried to catch another group from behind, but he hit the back of a helmet, and the Hound let out a shout, diving to the ground and rolling behind the van's engine. The rest of the insurgents followed suit, taking cover behind the van's engine block and driver side.

Nick was sure he had gotten everyone behind him, but he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A hound, covered in his friends' blood, pale face visible from when he had ripped off his mask. And he was mounted on the machine gun in one of the vans.

Shit.

Nick flung himself backwards as the kid opened fire, his leg exploding in pain as a bullet caught him. Crashing against trash cans, and rolling under the hail of bullets, Nick hid there under the trash cans, until the kid stopped firing, to try and see if he had got Nick. Nick rewarded his hesitation with a bullet through the throat, making him cough up blood and slump over the LMG.

Crawling further back in the alleyway, Nick took cover behind a dumpster, and took a look at his left leg. He was missing a good chunk of flesh, but it shouldn't keep him from moving. It would just cause him excruciating pain every time he set weight on it or moved. He'd just have to tough it out, he had been hurt worse.

Reloading, swapping out the depleted mag for a full one, keeping the empty one in his pocket, Nick made sure that his holstered handguns weren't strapped, and stood up, sucking in air as he hissed in pain. Quickly moving to the corner, he peeked out, and saw the Hounds behind the van moving forward out of cover. They were about halfway to the alley, so Nick ran out, charging them while firing indiscriminately, hoping to get them to flinch and scatter. For the most part, it worked, except for one hard-bitten man, who kept firing at Nick, but he had already reached the first Hound, and punching his gun away, pressed his submachine gun to his chin, and fired upwards. Blood splattered over his face, and the Hound slumped, dropping like a puppet with cut strings. Holding his body up as a meatshield, Nick ran forward, bullets pounding into the corpse, and fired at the remaining Hounds that were out of cover. As they fell, November turned his gun on the stone-faced man, but his muzzle pointed at air.

Dropping the now-perforated corpse, Nick took cover around the back of the van, and looked around, to try and find him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nick frowned. That wouldn't do at all. That one looked like one of the more competent Hounds. Having him running around would be bad for his health. He needed to find him, and put him down.

@Indy Cooper

Nicholas Church was contemplating getting lunch with his daughter when he heard the gunshots, standing in the motel room, staring into the street below with a pair of binoculars.

He was not pleased with what he saw.

In a square about a block away and across the street, a caped hero (and her discreet escort; Nick had seen them arrive. They weren't military, but they were Federal forces, judging by their gear. Who knows. Either way, they were there to back up the Meta should this apparent sting op go wrong.) And while it seemed to be something Nick could just wait out, at first, he soon realized that he could not just stand by and watch. These were Hounds troops. Quite possibly an entire cell, deployed at once, judging by the amount of sheer firepower and bodies to use it that they had brought. And the Hounds had learned a disturbing number of Metas' personal information, leading to more direct attacks, in some areas.

That meant they could know about Abigails' secret. And if they sent a squad to secure the motel as a fallback point, like November would if he were in their shoes... Quickly checking his two handguns and putting them in his coat and hip holsters, November picked up his MP5K, hefted it, and jammed three extra magazines in his belt. He had a feeling he would need them.

Abigail came out of the motel bathroom, startled by the gunshots. "Dad? What's going on?" Lifting a pair of walkie-talkies, Nick handed his daughter one.

"If you hear anything, tell me. Tap the call button twice if you can't talk without someone hearing. Got it?" Dumbfounded, Abigail nodded, before quickly latching onto her father's arm.

"Wait! If there's something going on, I could help!" She gave her most winning smile, and then continued, "Please, dad! I'm literally freakin' invincible!"

Nick just shook his head, pressing the walkie-talkie into her hands more forcefully. "No, Abby. Stay here, and signal me if someone tries to get into the motel, okay?"

Abby started to complain, but then realized the futility of it. ".... Alright, dad." Nodding, Nick gave himself a once over, checking that everything was present, and then exited the motel room.

When he stepped onto the balcony, it was still in the early stages of chaos. People looking around wildly, conferring in each other, talking about where the gunshots came from. Pushing past an elderly couple who were bickering with each other while a wildly uncomfortable room service lady looked on, November quickly snuck down the stairs, keeping the submachine gun held to his side, and hoping that no one would notice. Walking with purpose to the square, (where the meta had begun to battle the Hounds of Humanity with SWAT support,) MP5k at the ready, November was hyperaware of his surroundings, checking every corner and making sure to pay attention to his peripherals. He was crouched behind a (now-vacant) newsstand, when even more black vans began to unload Hound troops and then drive forward, doors open. Machineguns in the doors, on both sides, manned.

Well this was turning out to be a pleasant fucking afternoon.

Grimacing and taking aim, Nick fired at a nearby Hound, catching the entire squad by surprise. As soon as he saw the man begin to fall, a bullet through his eye, the former SEAL moved to another insurgent, continuing his grim work with a vicious efficacy. It took the Hounds two more soldiers to realize that they were the ones being fired upon, instead of the meta in the square. Falling back to points of cover, the Hounds desperately looked for their assailant, scanning the street. Those that poked their heads out of cover got a bullet in the brain, and the gunners in the vans were the first to die. Those guns would rip him apart.

However, it wasn't before long that the Hounds figured out his location, and started laying into his cover, the steel newsstand, with suppressing fire. As bits of shredded paper fell around and on him, Nick dropped low, looking under the small gap between newsstand and ground. Taking aim at their feet, he caused two to fall, bullets cutting into their feet painfully. As soon as their heads came out of cover, boom. Quickly reloading and taking a deep breath, November considered his options as bullets continued to fly all around him. None of them currently looked good, but the opportunity to make a move would come. He just needed to be patient.
(Since I have Hellis' permission, I'm just going to post this here, separating the two from their collab. Liked writing with ya, man.)

CABBIE

AND

NOVEMBER

IN

DOCKSIDE RAID, PART 2


“YOU BITCH I WILL FRY YOU A-” Ruji began but Kaya ran up on him fast, as he lashed out with a whip of fire, the ghostly blue fire of her power lit up her palms and feet and she kicked off with such force that she lept over the fire whip. It tried to curl up over it self to catch her. But she kicked of a container wall and used the momentum to kick the man at the side of his head. He flew right into the opposite metal wall and groaned. But even then, his fire powers lashed out Kaya only barely avoided the lance of white hot fire. She ducked and rolled, grabbing the pin of a smoke grenade and rolling it along the floor towards him. He smashed it with a burning foot, only for the smoke to choke his flames.

“What?!”

“Surpise!” Kayla met his face with another fist, sending him rocking. He stumbled backwards, shooting fireballs at random, trying to find her in the smoke. But she was like a shark, and she smelled blood.

Reacting quickly, November whipped around, swinging wildly, fist clenched, but he hit nothing but air, as the woman teleported behind him. Before he could react, she hit him twice in the kidneys, making him see stars. However, he didn’t get knocked out, instead, he turned around, dropping a flashbang on the ground in front of the woman, his eyes closed, startling her as the grenade exploded with light and sound.

Deafened, but not blinded or disoriented, November raised his gun, and fired into the woman’s center mass. However, she teleported away after catching a couple bullets, cursing. She must have a vest as well. Noting this, Nick moved swiftly towards Kaya’s location. There was no way he would be able to find the shadow-powered Meta, and she would most likely come to him after the flashbang wore off. He would deal with her then.

Kaya moved fast, but as Ruji got his footing, he appeared apt enough at hand to hand fighting to weather her blows with parries. And Kaya couldn’t stay in close for to long, or he would incinerate her. However, she did notice as November turned a corner and came into view. Ducking a blow she uppercutted Ruji and dropkicked the yakuza with all her remaining mystical might, sending the man rolling and stumbling and as he aimed all his firey attention at Kaya fearing she’d go in for the kill, he had no idea his back was free.

Coming around the corner, November saw the flaming Yakuza member bearing down on Kaya, and reacted smoothly, firing off a burst at him, and hitting him in the back, causing him to drop like a limp puppet.

His fault for not wearing a vest.

Nodding to Kaya, Nick turned around, vigilant for any sign of the shadow-powered Meta. ”The shadow Meta can teleport. Has a vest on, unlike this idiot. Are we still headed to the warehouse, or should one of us get a vantage point on the dockyard, to see if we can spot her? Your plan, your call.”

Kaya was about to respond, when she saw something. Standing on a container, behind November, was a Yakuza member holding a grenade. She barely had enough time to respond before the gang member threw it, although she did manage to shove November roughly out of the way, and shout, “GET DOWN-”

Then the world turned to fire.
@LordDeadpool Sure, I guess, if you want. PM me with the details.
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Deleted because I want to make space on my character list.
Huginn and Muninn

Speech Color: Huginn: Silver and Muninn:Gold
Character Alignment: Heroes.
Identity: Taylor and Jordan Stevenson
Character Personality:
Uniform/costume:

As vigilantes, the Stevenson twins need to protect their identity at all times, so they wear concealing bodysuits and balaclavas while in action. Their bodysuits are essentially the pic above, minus the yellow stripes, and patches.

Origin Info/Details:

The Stevenson Twins have always been oddly in sync, for their entire lives. One would think they knew what the other was thinking, just by looking at each other. Which is actually the case, the twins share a mental link that lets them communicate instantaneously, anywhere in the world, in addition to other psychic abilities. Born to relatively normal parents, they grew up normally, keeping their powers secret, which wasn't hard. They never could quite figure out how they got them, however. Gamma rays? A mutagen? They're actually descendants of aliens? It's actually one of Taylor's favorite pastimes to speculate on where they received their powers from, however, which annoys his sister, Jordan, to no end.

Hero Type:
Huginn(Psychic/Speedster), Muninn (Psychic/Acrobat)

Power Level:
Street/City Level (Separated), World Level (Together)

Powers:
Huginn- Huginn is able to communicate with his twin, Muninn at any time, anywhere, unless he is somehow incapacitated. He is also able to use telekinesis to push himself to speeds upwards of 100 MPH, fly, and carry his sister with him as he does so.

Muninn- She is able to communicate with her twin perfectly, unless incapacitated, as well as use telekinesis to enhance her physical agility. She is also capable of performing large-scale telekinesis with objects the size and weight of skyscrapers, (although it goes without saying that doing so is extremely exhausting for her,) but cannot lift her own body in true flight due to a mental block. Also, although it isn't a power, she is a contortionist, able to bend her body in weird ways.

(Both of these descriptions are when the twins are within a mile of each other, they get weaker the farther away from each other they are.)

Height:
Taylor- 6'5"
Jordan- 5'3"

Weight:
Taylor- 240 lb.
Jordan- 114 lb.

Strength Level:
Taylor- Trained Human, the level of a professional boxer.
Jordan- (Physical,) Average Human, (Mental,) 100+ Tons easily.

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Taylor- 100+ MPH
Jordan- Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Taylor- 3 Hours, (he had to get used to running at inhuman speeds for great lengths on end.)
Jordan- (Physical) Average Human, (Mental) 5 Hours.

Agility:
Taylor- 2X Normal Human, he's got to be capable of not smashing into obstacles as he moves at high speeds.
Jordan- 10X Normal Human

Intelligence:
Taylor- Average
Jordan- Above Average

Fighting Skill:
Taylor- Trained
Jordan- Trained

Resources:

Average

Weaknesses:
Both are perfectly vulnerable to mundane weaponry, if they get hit by it, and can be incapacitated by sufficiently powerful psychic scramblers, or just an overwhelming mind, even though they are more resilient to mind invasion than normal. Two heads are better than one, after all.

Also, if their psychic connection is ever severed, even temporarily, they'd be more vulnerable to psychic assault, emotional manipulation, and general suggestion, in their desperation to find the other.

Supporting Characters:

Albert Stevenson- Their father, a charming older man who is content to live off his pension checks and work in a woodshop for the rest of his days.
Joanna Stevenson- Their mother, a workaholic who can't stand sitting still for one second, and who works as a Board Member for Alternate Acquisitions, LLC.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: DA.
Sample Post:


AND




IN


MOLE MONEY, MOLE PROBLEMS
PART DEUX


The cavern began to rumble once again, but unlike the worms this series of shaking wasn’t as violent, or loud, and footsteps could be heard, much like a marching band.

”Or an army.” David had mumbled out as he was thinking, trying to narrow in on the sound.

From the far side of the room he could see several moloids in some kind of formation. Their armor was decorated in gems in certain places, like an honor guard of some kind. Several others accompanied this forward guard on the sides, hoisting several large gold statues on their backs. If one had to guess, they’d be around the ten foot range, the statues themselves depicted a moloid standing with one foot above a pile of skull and bones, and the other stepping over another far smaller moloid, it wasn’t as armored as the other soldier creatures. Because it didn’t need to be perhaps.

Shortly after the ‘honor guard’ appeared, another contingent of worker moloids appeared, hoisting some large monument of some kind, it was decorated in gems.

”A bit tacky, maybe?”David had again spoke his mind without meaning to.

Uskriss scratched his beard. ”I dunno, it has its’ appeal. Post...moledernism.”

A smaller group of moloids emerged from behind the honor guards, moving faster, a perk of being unarmored perhaps. The new moloids took a position near the statues and began playing their odd bone instruments, the instruments were all in sync, clearly practiced. As the song played on the moloids holding up the monument began to turn it sideways, it took almost a minute for them to completely turn it, revealing it to actually be a throne of some kind.

The figure seated looked like the one depicted on the statues, obviously supposed to be the same creature. Except it barely rose past the throne’s armrest, at a distance it seemed to be barely half a normal moloid’s height.

”He’s a….midget?”

Uskriss, managing to keep a straight face, slapped Terra Firma’s flaming arm gently. ”C’mon, man, they prefer to be called ‘height-challenged mole-freaks. Be more sensiti- pffffffffft. Yeah, looks like it. At least, a midget as much as these midgets can get.”

David had every intention of being serious, after all it’s his life on the line, but he couldn’t keep it in either. Uskriss was saying what he was thinking after all, so David allowed himself to laugh, and laugh he did. Their chuckling filled the chamber, it echoed back and forth between the walls, the figure on the throne seem to vibrate in anger as their laughing only increased.

The figure tried to get their attention, but it came out as a squeak and went unnoticed by the two heroes. It bounced into a standing position on it’s throne, it spoke again, but this time in english. Albeit, a squeaky, almost hard to hear, english.

“Behold, I am, Titanus Maximus the Giant. Cower in fear before me!”

”Fear you? When we can barely hear you? If your soldiers are anything to go by you’re chump change.” David said as he pointed at Titanus with his finger mockingly.

Uskriss had similar views on the “dread overlord” before them. ”I mean no offense, great lord,” he struggled to keep a straight face as he said this, ” but, well… your soldiers are pushovers, and you don’t seem to be a…. bigger threat than they were.”

David couldn’t help it as he snickered at Uskriss’s last comment. I can’t believe I took this guy seriously.

“Thou shalt pay for thine insults! Face ultimate retribution!” Titanus squeaked loudly at them, and in but a moment he closed the distance between him and the heroes. Titan then slammed both of his tiny hands down onto the ground, and a shockwave of sound began to ring out.

”What the h-”David was cut off as he was blown back several meters by the unexpected attack. Soundwaves, again? I barely got over that headache from that Berenice lady. Aaagghhh. David groaned to himself.

Uskriss, however, managed to hold his ground by sinking into the earth up to his knees, and bracing for the impact. It still almost bowled him over,though, causing him to lean back, as if he were doing the limbo.

After the shock wave passed, he climbed out of the holes, and, once he stood up, looked up at the midget king.

[color-Tan]”Neat trick, tiny-”[/color] But suddenly his face was full of midget moloid foot, and he was flying back to where Terra lay. Landing hard, he rubbed his neck, which was now sore.

”....Ow. Terra, my friend, I believe we may have underestimated our enemy here.”

”You’re tellin me.”David replied, his headache would be here to stay.
Titan was faster than he was, but he had some semblance of a plan. Much like earlier inside the worm, David drew upon his lightning powers, his body began to crackle with energy all over, like the beginnings of a storm cloud.

Come on, just try and touch me. Midget.David taunted, his arms played out, ready to catch him.

“Fool Titanus has downed you once, Titanus shall and can, do it again!” The moloid ruler rushed David again, but this time he crashed against his body, and bounced back, leaving a trail of smoke to mark his fall.

“I-I was the fool, I did not yet recognize that sound, I shall not fall for such trickery again! Your friend can move the Earth, but can you!” Titanus taunted back to David, with a wave of his hand the ground suck beneath him, and collapsed around his neck.

Uskriss reached out to free Terra Firma, only to be interrupted by Titanus sending a shockwave at him, from behind a column of Moloid soldiers. Flying through the air, screaming wildly, the Moloids came upon him, like a cloud of death. Uskriss had barely enough time to curse before he was dogpiled by tiny mole people, each trying, (and failing,) to harm him with their tiny spears.

David grunted as the floor collapsed around him, and he had the sneaking suspicion it was continuing to swallow him. He tried to give it a budge with his strength, but he found that with the rocks choking his body so tightly, he couldn’t find any leverage, couldn’t break out, and by now he had sunk to his eyes. Even some of the weaker moloids had come over to rub it in, kicking dirt in his face.

This is so lame. Wait, my powers come from the Earth, this should be in my abilities, shouldn’t it? It has to.

David felt out, like trying to stretch another limb, no, rather it was another feeling. Something that had been repressed this whole time, the Earth. He could feel nearby movements in the ground, the moloid soldiers, Uskriss, and Titan.

”Yes, time to live up to my namesake!”David shouted as the Earth around him burst open, allowing him to jump up, and as he landed the ground reformed under him. The moloids that had surrounded him earlier were blown away, across in the room in various directions.

Uskriss, as quickly as he was trapped, he was freed. Standing up, and dusting his jacket off, he looked at Terra, and grinned, nodding his thanks.

”C’mon, let’s finish this!”

Pulling deeper on the earth than he had ever done before, Uskriss’ power grabbed onto a thread, and he tugged. Half of the room jerked violently in the air, tossing up the Moloid army, wrecking the statues, and hopefully unbalancing Titan.
”Hell yeah, let’s end this!”David shouted back, he was in it, the moment. When people talk about things they’d remember, when adrenaline enhances perception, this was it. He was feeling a type of synergy he’d never felt before, other feelings surfaced in this moment but he ignored them, he’d only need a few.

Drawing on the power of the Earth, in a very literal way now, David thrust at the room, and his half jumped as with an intensity one could only hope to see in an earthquake. Almost like shaking out a new rug, his half joined Uskriss’ and the Moloid army juggled upwards, it was almost comical to see them waving their limbs mid air.

”Teamwork!”

”Makes dreamwork!”


As if in sync both Terra Firma and Uskriss jutted their hands out, and slammed them into the ground. The air around every moloid, especially Titanus, ionized and electrified in an instant. Lightning cracked and shot out at each and everyone of the creatures, slamming them down into the ground with a fury they had never felt before. Each collision left a crater under their still smoking bodies, none of them were left standing. Both Uskriss and Terra Firma stood back up, side by side, and lightly tapped their fists against each other.

”I think I speak for the both of us when I say that was pretty damn awesome.”

”Oh hell yes.” David nodded approvingly.

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Dusting off his leather jacket, Uskriss cracked his back, as he flew up the tunnel, next to Terra Firma.

Making small talk, Uskriss asked, ”So, Terra, how’d you find yourself down here, my man? I felt something that tweaked my astral nose, so to speak. I’m a shaman, and all that jazz.”

”Heh,would you believe, I fell in?.....About earlier, when you asked if I was a fire spirit. I’m not going to lie and say I know what that is, but maybe it’s not so far from the truth. I’m the vessel for the Earth’s power, an avatar, no, Guardian of the Earth.”

Both Uskriss and Terra Firma gently landed back on the surface, the edge of one of the tunnels that the pet moloid worms had opened. Together they closed it off, hiding that it ever happened, and the street was mostly restored. The people would thank them for removing those potholes.
Seeing that nobody was around David took in a breath. ”You showed me your face, and you probably gave me your real name, I’ll do the same to you.” Light exploded softly off his body, and the surroundings grew dark again in a moment. David had shrunk from his seven foot form, back down to his six feet sized human body, and he held out his hand towards Uskriss.

“My name is David Jones, call on me, if you ever need my help.”

Taking David’s hand, Uskri let out a loud, booming laugh. ”Alright! I suppose I’ll see you around, then! It’s a small city for people such as us, after all!” Giving it a firm shake, Uskriss began walking down the city streets, back to where Day was waiting in Little Chinatown.

He saved part of the city from a major threat, and made a new friend as well. Uskriss would count this as a good day.

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David smiled back as they shook hands, and parted a moment after that. His second hero, not counting the harpy lady, he was still confused on that, had gone very well. A friend made, and a new power unlocked, today was a good time. But now it was time to check local hospitals.

in

DOGS OF WAR, PART 1


Working the wrench with two hands, Angel twisted the last bolt into place, and wiped the sweat off his brow. The garage still got hot in the heat of the day, even after Angel had repaired the broken air conditioner. Standing up, and wiping the grease and oil coating his hands on his 'work shorts', he gave the car a once over with his powers, and nodded, satisfied.

Rolling out from under the sports car, Angel let the lift down as he stood up, stretching, and cracking his knuckles. This sports car had been an easy fix (at least for someone like Angel,) only needing some transmission repair. Walking over to his phone, which was playing music, he paused the song, and turned on speakerphone, calling the owner of the car.

"Yeah, your car is ready. You can pick it up anytime you're ready." The reply came back, effusive and warm. "Thanks! I was really worried about it! What was wrong with it?" Shifting in place, Angel grimaced at the attempt at conversation. It wasn't really his forte, but he would try and be polite.

"It was just a transmission issue. Shouldn't cost too much, as it didn't take me long to repair it." The woman on the other end thanked him again, to which Angel shrugged, even though the action couldn't be conveyed over the phone. "Seriously, don't worry about it, we can discuss the cost when you next come in." Thanking him one last time, the woman hung up, after promising to be there soon.

Sighing, Angel looked at the car, and rubbed the back of his neck. He still wasn't used to all the human interaction necessary for this cover job. Laying low is tough work. Luckily for Angel, the garage was out of the way, so he didn't get many customers. However, this one woman, her car, a higher-end sports car, kept having issues. Luckily for her, Angel didn't really need the money, so the repairs were cheap. Unfortunately, this meant he had a repeat customer, which meant it was a constant struggle to maintain his cover. Angel didn't know if she were just a bad driver, or if her car was just shitty for its model. Either way, he had become quite intimate with the inner workings of the vehicle over the last few weeks.

Putting his tools away, and lowering the vehicle lift, Angel walked into the front, and sat in his office chair, behind his desk. Reclining in the pleather seat, leaning back, Angel was about to put his feet up on the desk, when the door opened, ringing the bell. Sighing, he looked up at the customer, and asked, "Can I help you?"

Unfortunately, Angel got his answer in the form of a gun pointed at his face. The man holding the gun in question was dressed in body armor, like that of a SWAT team, but with a unique patch on the arm, instead of the expected LHPD SWAT one. Covering his face was a gas mask, obscuring his facial features.

Reacting quickly, Angel kicked backwards, forcing himself to fall over in the chair, as a shot rang out over his head. Reaching out with his power, he made the gun jam, and the magazine unload itself from the pistol. Scrambling to his feet, Angel fumbled for the machine pistol in his desk drawer, and pulling it out, and aiming it at the intruder before he could figure out what was going on with his gun.

A nervous thrill running through him, Angel spoke, motioning to the handgun with his own pistol. "Who are you? Why did you roll up into my place like a gangbuster?"

The figure, however, stayed silent, and Angel, frustrated, repeats the question. "I said, who. Are. You?"

The man, with audible amusement in his voice, even through the filter of a gas mask, chuckled.

"A distraction."

And that's when Angel noticed the RPG flying into his front office.

To be continued....
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