17:46pm Walt Disney Concert Hall, Downtown, Los Angeles
Aster had arrived at the designated area early, he wanted to scout it out first. He'd always come to a job prepared and this time would be no different. He'd need to find a vantage point, somewhere where he could get a lay of the land, so to speak. The crossroads at 2nd Street was packed full of protesters, all of them shouting various chants and jibes against the existence of Meta's. If he was affected by it, Aster didn't show it. To him, this was just another payday. He had chosen to ride here on his Ducati, it was quicker when navigating the torn up streets. Downtown looked as if it had taken the brunt of the damaged caused by the riots, he guessed that was because this is where the most people were. Hence why The Voice wanted him to stage the attack here. "He obviously has more of a hand in this than just an instigator." Aster thought. He'd need to tread carefully when dealing with this man.
He started up his bike again, having stopped away from the main crowd half way down Grand Avenue. Opposite the Concert Hall was a car park, no doubt abandoned during the riots. It'd be the perfect place for him to teleport from to reach the roof of the Concert Hall that everyone had gathered in front of. After a little research online, Aster had found out that this is where the Mayor was holed up. He'd been watching a performance with his wife and kids when the rioting began. Now there was a considerable police presence surrounding the building. Given that the Government had yet to take charge of the situation in L.A. it was only natural that people would flock to the Mayor.
A dangerous idea played in his mind at that thought but he discarded it quickly. 'The Voice must know the Mayor would be here. And if he wanted him dead, the task would have said so. Stick to the plan, A.J.' With that, he began to ride up the road toward to crowd of protesters. Surprisingly enough, as he reached the main body, people began to move aside for him. Fortunately these people must have thought that riding a motorcycle was far too civilized for a Meta to do. Unfortunately, they would soon live to regret it. It took him longer to pass through the crowd than he'd expected but he made it through alive and unscathed, even despite a few people waving various signs in front of him and such. Nobody suspected him to be anything more than he was, just a guy on a motorcycle.
After pulling into the abandoned car park and riding up to the top level, he parked his bike closest to the edge towards the Concert Hall. Scouring across the crowd, he could easily see that the number of people was growing. He looked at his watch, 17:56, it was nearly time. Standing back from the edge, he focused on a large triangular balcony that jutted out from the main structure. The perfect place to address the crowd before he struck. He closed his eyes and, in an instant, he was teleported to the balcony. He began walking towards the edge, checking his watch all the while, 17:57.
He continued walking, a slow pace, fully savoring the coming moments. The raucous from the crowd below becoming silent as he focused. "HEY! You're not supposed to be up here!" The sudden voice, broke him from his concentration. Aster spun on the spot, an armed police guard raised his weapon, one of the Mayor's men. "Step away from the edge! Do it now!"
"Or what, Officer? You'll shoot me?" The policeman looked confused at Aster's reply. "And how exactly will you do that..." Aster teleported mid-sentence, appearing behind the man and wrapping an arm around his neck. "...When you're dead?" He whispered, finishing the question by grabbing the back of the man's head with his free hand and twisting it quickly until his neck gave way with an audible Snap! The guard's body went limp, followed by the clattering sound of his rifle dropping to the floor. Aster looked at his watch a final time, 17:59.
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"Good evening Ladies & Gentlemen, I'm Janet Wilson, reporting live for the six o'clock news on Channel 5. I'm currently standing in front of the Walt Disney Concert Hall where an Anti-Metahuman Protest Rally has gathered to make their point well and truly heard. Earlier reports have confirmed that Mayor Irving Johansson and his family have been held up inside the Hall since the riots and protests against Metahumans began just days ago. Although there have been no signs of any major violence or discord, there is a heavy police presence to prevent any of the protesters from entering the building. Many people believe that the Mayor is the only man to turn to in these trying times, since there has been no official comment made from the President regarding the crisis here in Los Angeles."
The crowd had grown bigger, it was more than he'd expected. Aster could see the mob beginning to stretch down Grand Avenue. He took a final look at his watch, 18:00. It was time.
"What's this? There seems to be a figure emerging up on the balcony above. Has Mayor Johansson finally come to address the disgruntled people of Los Angeles? The crowd of people have begun directing their shouts towards him now, growing louder with each verse. Just what will the man everyone is looking towards say to calm this out-of-control situation?"
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The intensity of the crowd below surged to new heights, Aster could almost feel their chants reach him as he stood just behind corpse of the officer he'd just killed. He was holding him towards the edge, ready to let go. But it wasn't until the first bloodcurdling scream of realization sounded that he allowed the lifeless body to slump over the edge and slam into the hard concrete below. It hit the floor with a dull Thud followed by a stunned silence and then dozens of more screams. Both members of the crowd and the police flocked toward the body and, as they did so, Aster stepped forward.
"HUMANS!" He bellowed. The crowd went silent again, save for hushed whispers that spread amongst them quicker than wildfire. "Let this be the moment that you remember for all of time!" Aster raised his right arm above his head, his palm flat out towards the sky. He began to focus his energy, this one would be stronger than before. One of his super-charged lances, which he kept saved for special occasions. "Realize now that you Humans are an obsolete race! And that we, Metahumanity, are here to purge you from this world!" He spoke loud and clearly, pronouncing each word with full sincerity. The words and acts of a radicalist to spark all-out genocide. Maybe he should have charged The Voice more.
The light in his palm had grown so blinding that people below began airing their discomfort, more shouts, more jeers. The crowd grew more wild as they began to realize exactly who, and what, the man on the balcony was. Just a few more seconds and it would be ready. The police down below were mobilizing by now, radioing in to their colleagues inside the building about a rampant Meta standing on the balcony, addressing the crowd of protesters. Seconds passed until finally, the light faded and the lance hovered about an inch above his hand.
"It is with light that we must purge the darkness."
With a single movement, Aster launched the Hard-Light Spear into the masses below.
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Aster felt the explosion long before he could hear it. The sheer force of it threw him from the edge of the balcony and he fell to his back. Down below, he could only visualize the destruction. Hordes of people, dead. Hundreds of others scrambling for their lives, screaming and wailing. Blood, gore and viscera mixed amongst the shattered remains of the ground below, which was now a sizable crater. Humans were weak things, not like Metas. If there were any Metas in the crowd, it's likely they would have survived. Either through the use of their powers or just the enhanced durability merely from being Metahuman. No doubt, though, that they wouldn't look kindly towards his actions today. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't care about being a Meta, he probably would have felt the same way. But as it was, Aster cared only for himself.
Shouts from behind alerted him to the unit of policemen that had been sent to retrieve him before the explosion. Aster rose to his feet. The men stopped dead as they witnessed the chaos and destruction caused by the blast. They were covered in dust and cuts. The force of the explosion had caved in half of the Concert Hall's front entrance. Aster moved quickly, diving forward, before teleporting in front of the closest guard. The others were shooting by now, at the spot where he stood seconds before. Aster snapped a front kick straight into the policeman's chest, forcing his foot deep into the man's abdomen, barreling him to the floor. He spun to the left, swinging his right fist as he did so. Another flash and Aster had ported again. This time, as he emerged, he completed the swing of his fist, driving it into the neck of the next guard, who crumpled to the ground. The deafening bark of his gun suddenly falling silent.
Aster felt the presence of the third man behind him. The lack of gunfire meant that he was close, probably winding up for a strike with his rifle. He reacted instantly, whipping his leg out behind him to land on his assailant's knee-joint. The momentum of the guard multiplied by his own weight and the force of Aster's attack, caused the joint to fail completely. The man fell with a half-stifled yelp. Aster turned to address him. The guard still held on to his rifle and was now aiming it at him. Aster smiled. "You Humans and your guns." He held a hand out towards to barrel of the weapon, which then began to change from it's normally black, metallic state to a white, frosted one, made of Hard-Light. The guard attempted to pull the trigger but only succeeded in snapping it off. "You never did learn to evolve." He quickly grabbed the barrel, breaking it off, then plunged it deep into the guard's throat. Crimson liquid spewed from the wound as the dying man gurgled his last few breaths. He then fell silent.
Aster stood and reached into his pocket for the PDA left to him by The Voice. A few taps of the screen and his message of completion was sent. The device immediately vibrated. An incoming call from an unknown number. He answered it.
"Elegantly done, Mr. Javian." Came The Voice.
"I take it you were watching, then?" Aster asked.
"And miss your award-winning theatrics? Tell me, did you actually believe anything that you said back there?"
"The only thing I believe in is money. You paid me to do a job, I got it done. Now, is that all or do you further require my services?"
"Oh no, Mr. Javian, we're merely getting started. Your next task will be to go after the Mayor. He must not be harmed. Once you have him in your custody, bring him to 14410 Sylvan St. I expect you there by 21:00pm. You will be paid on arrival."
The call clicked off, The Voice was gone. Aster looked around, wails and cries could still be heard from the chaos below. Sirens could also be heard, it was time to move. As he was walking toward the doors that lead into the building, the first guard he'd knocked down let out a guttural cough, followed by a groan of pain. Blood trickled from his mouth. His kick had likely cracked the man's sternum, possibly punctured a lung. It would be a slow, painful death for him. The humane thing to do would be to put him out of his misery, or even call for aide. But Aster merely walked on, leaving the man to his creeping fate.