Once We Were Villains IC (Closed-Signups in OOC)

[CoraSpia]

Karl wandered into the ships bridge, in his usual business attire; cigarette in one hand, a glass of something that smelled suspiciously like scotch in the other. If he let them get too close it'd be a lethal combination, but he considered that unlikely to happen; and you never did this sort of operations sober.
Smelling the stench of piss as soon as he entered, he looked disinterestedly at the dog before sighing deeply.
"You can't disobey a direct order can you?" he asked it, pleasantly. "Well then. No pissing or shitting apart from in areas that are set aside for that purpose. Unless it truly can't be helped, no throwing up apart from in those areas either." He caught a glance at the wires and let loose another sigh. "Oh, and no sabotaging of my possessions."
He pressed his hand on the intercom button and told the person on the other end "Can we have a cleaning crew up to the bridge please?" he then looked at where the cut wires pointed "Oh, and a new coffee machine as well if we have one."

Seeming not to be too repulsed by the smell he barked a "Move!" at the dog and positioned himself on the pilots chair, looking at a clock mounted on the wall. People would be readying themselves now, he knew, just a few moments longer...he extended his mind and the ship answered, the hidden weapons systems which were part of what made this ship more than the rich mans pleasure yacht it looked like showing themselves ready. He extended his thoughts again to an automated control he'd built in to one of the many computer banks that were strune rather haphazardly around his ship, and it responded in kind, sending a short message to a group of mobile phones and computers around.
'Come on in.'
"It's almost time," he remarked to Ibrahim, as he took another sip of scotch.

[Hothnia]

The Hound
Karl Liston's ship

I let out a growl and stalked around the ship in anger. There was hardly anything left I could do! I didn't like that he was much smarter than the boy. The boy gave me no orders except to go to his mother's house. Karl gave me too many orders, so many I couldn't do anything to retaliate! I growled again in frustration. A thought popped in my head. I couldn't sabotage his personal possessions but I could sabotage the plan. I just had to alert the league where Karl was and where and when the plane would take place. Therefore Karl and all of his "friends" would die and I would be free! I could go back to Europe... everyone was much nicer there. They didn't capture me every second of my life and there was plenty to eat. But now I needed to find a time to go tell the league. " Anything I need to do Karl?"

[Dyelli Beybi]

Nightjar made an appearance some time after the message went out, appearing on the docks as a figure in a black hoodie, with fairly baggy black trousers that were pulled tight under similarly coloured leg wraps from the knee down. Over her shoulder she carried a duffel bag which was almost certainly full of weapons. Today she had added explosives to the mix - they seemed like they might come in handy. As she approached the ship she looked up, she was already wearing the black half-face mask she always wore when adopting her super-persona. It looked a lot like a masquerade mask and covered the top part of her face and the bridge of her nose. The eye gaps were a little larger than necessary and filled with some kind of compound which appeared completely reflective to anyone looking at her. Nightjar was always very particular about making sure that nobody saw her face... while some of the Society probably knew who she was, keeping her identity secret was a top priority; she liked the fact that Hazel Lind could live, openly, in a nice Manhattan apartment without the police breathing down her neck.

Once she had cleared whatever security Liston had set up on the ship she entered the ship and took a few minutes to get changed. She pulled off the hoodie, underneath she wore a sleeveless black military style vest and belt with plenty of room for spare magazines, a couple of flash-bangs and a stick of semtex... just in case. She also pocketed her two cellphones - one for Nightjar and one for Hazel Lind. Having down that she holstered her pistol at her hip (a P226), checked the knife in her foot and fastened another to her belt, then slung her rifle over her back (a G36) before, finally, taking a moment to adjust her ponytail so that it hung neatly and comfortably down her back. She couldn't, realistically, carry more equipment, but with the plan being to break people out of the Rock she still felt under-armed.

Now properly dressed she made her way up to the bridge, making sure that she made enough noise that her approach would be noticed. Naturally Nightjar moved almost silently, but she made an effort not to. The last thing she wanted to do was surprise one of the other metas and end up in a premature meta showdown, "Crypto, Ibrahim, Hound." she greeted those already present in turn, making sure to include the big dog. Given the choice she would not have tried to control the man-eater. She would have destroyed him. He was, in her opinion, far too unpredictable to be trusted. Sooner or later he would get off his leash, probably devour Crypto, then head off on a merry murder spree around the city. It had probably figured out she healed pretty fast which had quite possibly put her on the creature's preferred menu which was not somewhere she wanted to be...

"You going to pour the lady a drink?" she suggested, nodding meaningfully toward's Crypto's scotch, "Also, I hope you have a plan for what we are about to do which is phenomenally good. I would rather my stay on that island is temporary. As much as I'm sure the cells are spacious and comfortable, the views really don't compare with my out-of-prison home."

[Bycrest]

Felix Mako/ G.R.I.M.
Chicago

Felix left the Syndicate's meeting room and headed back to his own tech lab, his EXE guard bot following close behind him. His task was possibly the most due to the fact that the prison break wouldn't be possible for the rest of the Syndicate if they couldn't get in. He had been tasked with creating a one way teleporter to get the Syndicate into the Rock and break out their allies. Naturally Felix wasn't going to risk his life by going in with them but he would send in some drones to act as backup, they wouldn't be strong enough to take on too many guard but they could serve as a good distraction.

Felix got back to his lab where an almost completed teleporter stood in the middle of the room. His drones had been working on it while he was away so all he had to do was complete the finishing touches and then add in some technomagic to power it. After finishing the construction and programming in the coordinates to the Rock, the teleporter was finish and Felix had yet another testament to his genius and a boost to his ego. He just created a machine that bends time and space in the time span of a couple months. Unfortunately there was no good way to test if the teleporter would work well with organic matter but Felix could at least test if it worked. He set a spy drone onto the teleport pad and activated the machine, in a manner of seconds the drone was relaying visual and audio data from the inside of the prison, Felix made a note that the drone spawned in courtyard of the courtyard of the prison as it moved to hide itself. Felix turned to another drone and told it to go inform the boss that the teleporter was ready and that they could begin the assault any time he liked.

[House of Judah]

Ibrahim
Karl Linton’s Ship

“You can rest easy, Hazel. I have no intention of leaving anyone inside the Rock. By now, Lee should have the restricted portions mapped out sufficiently to guide us in. Karl, would you be so kind as to bring up the schematics we have for the upper portions of the Rock? Now then, the opening stage is going to be the breach. Karl has been kind enough to provide me with a pair of cables which will latch onto the fence surrounding the facility. Hound, you will bound up the cables and make the initial breach through the fence, between the cables. I will then take hold of the cables and begin passing a high electrical current through the fence, large enough to generate a massive electromagnetic field which will disable all electrical equipment in the upper portions, including the inhibitors on the Metas there. They aren’t as high profile or as powerful as some of our brethren in the lower portions of the facility, but that many Metas off their leashes all at once will certainly inhibit responses from the guards. On that signal, Lee will initiate a riot among the prisoners. That’s when the rest of us move in, including our Syndicate allies.

“With the guards occupied by the rioters, a portion of us will breach the lower area of the Rock. This is where the most important of the Metas are housed, including Unit 9D and Entropy. As important as it is to secure them, by far more important are Librarian and Samurai himself. I don’t need to remind you of Yoshihiro’s personal charisma. With him back, it will become far easier to rally more of our scattered brothers. As for Librarian, she has an encyclopedic knowledge of operating Metas. Her assistance is vital to the rebirth of the Society.

“Now then, Karl, we won’t need your tecnomancery during the initial assault, but your ability to bend the computers in control of the lower levels to your will is going to be necessary for freeing those captive down there. And since you are the only one Hound listens to right now, he’ll be providing you back up. As for myself, I’ll remain above. With the cooling water being supplied by the Bay, I’ll be able to do quite some damage to any response from the SID or the League, and rest assured there will be a response.”

[The Flutterlands]

Filia Umbrarum AKA Lady Tenebrous

Filia gave a rather cute squeal when Lee allowed her to sit down and eat with him. Upon sitting down, she immediately began to eat with great enjoyment. The pancakes tasted great, though propbably laced with some sort of drug to keep her inhibitor in check. She was a sexually appealing sight to behold indeed, but can be quite fierce with athletic combat and dominion over the darkness. If left to her powers, Filia would have simply excaped in unnumeral ways and beating all those who tried to stop her with her athletic gymnastic-like martial arts.

As Filia continued eating, she glanced at pile of plastic utensils and smirked. Any of The Rock's staff would know that she simply stole them for her own amusement, much like just about everything she steals when not going robin-hood. Not that would stop them from taking whatever she steals back anyway, which always got her upset. Nonetheless, it all became like a game to her. Filia steals something and the staff tries to find it and take it. She's been keeping score too, and she's close to besting them.

Filia looked up at Lee, her face a little caked with syrup, and grinned a little as she wiped her face. There many men and women in The Rock, prisoner, staff, and guard alike that she just liked so much. Lee, of course, was one of them. "So are you doing, Cutie?" she asked flirtatiously, like she does just about everyone she likes, but not yet ready to speak of the break out that's soon to occur, "Enjoying your breakfast? The food here isn't really that bad, you know."

[Bentus]

Tristan McKay
San Francisco, California

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“No, absolutely not. The tabloids would have a field day the moment they caught wind of it.”

Tristan raised an eyebrow towards the other man, a sly smile spreading across his features as he grabbed his suit jacket from the waiting hook.

“Oh come on, what’s the worst material that they could get out of it? ‘Tristan McKay has Lunch’.” He couldn’t help but smirk at the thought. “Would probably be the nicest thing half of them have printed about me all week.”

The other man, dressed in an unobtrusive grey suit and tie that seemed almost unnaturally immaculate, scowled at his colleague. Calvin Bradley had been on Tristan’s staff since the first day of his first campaign, and the pair had first met not long after they were both out of high school. A tight friendship had formed and Tristan didn’t think that he could have managed half of his achievements since entering politics without the savvy Los Angeles local.

“That’s not what it will look like, and you bloody well know it.” Calvin punctuated his words with an accusatory finger towards Tristan. “Tristan McKay has Lunch, with Hazel Lind.” The man swigged angrily form his coffee, a feat that Tristan hadn’t even known was possible. “They don’t even need to accuse you of sleeping with her, just her name is enough to bump your mug to the front page.”

Tristan laughed, shaking his head. “My skin’s too thick to let something like that bother me, and she’s a donor Calvin – a big one too.” The young politician spread his arms apologetically. “If I say no then what kind of impression does that give? It won’t just be her who would rethink their donations. Besides, she said that she’s interested in talking about the issues – it’s not some idle social call.”

Calvin scoffed. “I’ll believe it when I see it. But hey, it’s your career on the line – just try not to have too many drinks.”

“Got it, you think it’s a bad idea.” It was probably an understatement, and truthfully Tristan couldn’t fault his friend’s opinion. Hazel Lind’s reputation preceded her, and he knew that he was taking a larger-than-necessary political risk meeting with her. But he couldn’t help but feel a niggling sense of curiosity. She had seemed genuinely interested in the meta issue and Tristan wondered if there was more to her than the persona the tabloids loved to portray.

Pulling back his suit jacket, Calvin glanced down at his watch. “It’s about time we head off – getting through security is going to slow us down, and I’ll rather we have an extra hour to admire the entrance than arrive late.”

Tristan nodded in agreement, his mind refocusing on the present as he grabbed his car keys and wallet. It had taken him months and quite a few favours to organise a visit to the Rock, and it wasn’t an opportunity that he was likely to get soon again. The facility was a flashpoint of tensions between metas and humans, the concentration of villains held within its walls for better or worse turning it into a topic that dominated the public debate. Some accused the government of violating the rights of the prisoners, while others criticised them for doing too little to secure the worst offenders. Either way, Tristan had to see it for himself.

Calvin quickly downed what was left of his coffee, shaking his head as he made to follow the politician. With a sigh, he pushed all thoughts of Hazel Lind to the back of his mind. At the very least she was a problem that he could deal with later, New York was an entire country away after all.

[Shadowwell]

Shaman, Douglass Carver
Northern California

In the Redwood expanses of Northern California there was a singel massive tree, It dwarfed all the other Redwood giants around it. Within this tree, there lived a young man, He was Shaman. One side effect of his powers made it difficult for him to be where a single element prevailed, in the Cities of man, that element was metal, though electricity had a hold there as well. They called to him, like a sirens song, urging him to harness them, regardless of the consequences. That call was one others of his line had fallen to. One of his great grand-relatives, was a villain who tried to set off the circle of fire, to cleanse the earth of humanity. Luckily the Legion, was able to fight him off and the villain dissapeared, that was not the only of his line, many of those he shares blood with could not the call.

In places where the elements were strongest the spirits were stronger as well. Most of the time they were mere whispers easily ignored. In those places the Spirits were much stronger, some have sentience and can influence those with certain abilities, that are heavily attuned to the mystical side of the elements. That was his struggle, he had to fight agaisnt them every day, though being out here in the peaceful wilds helped. The youth twitched as his watch alarm went off, he rolled out of bed, and groaned in pain as he impacted against the hard floor. He lifted himself up slowly and groaned again as he glanced at his watch. It was time for him to depart for the meeting.

After a short time spent cleaning up, he left the tree, the bark and roots parting and resealing as he left. He walked to a clearing of sorts, the way he was going to the city tended to cause some damage. He stood still for a time, serene, but then he suddenly jumped up into the sky, his body and clothes faded, as he became on with the Wind. He travelled through the skies, unhindered by the natural and man-made constructs that stood, straining to reach the sky. Soon enough he reached San Francisco and the League HQ, that overlooked the Bay. He slipped into the building, through the gaps, each door he passed moved due to the difference in pressure.

As he reached the meeting room, he started to transform back into his normal form. He gave a short sigh as he felt some sadness at the loss of the exhilaration. He looked at the others who ahd arrived before him and nonchalantly spoke. "Hey guys, sorry it i am late." After speaking he moved to a less populated area of the room before taking a seat. He then spoke once more as he came to a realization. "Ah, my names Shaman, sorry for not introducing myself sooner."

[Dyelli Beybi]

Ibrahim
Karl Linton’s Ship

“You can rest easy, Hazel. I have no intention of leaving anyone inside the Rock. By now, Lee should have the restricted portions mapped out sufficiently to guide us in. Karl, would you be so kind as to bring up the schematics we have for the upper portions of the Rock? Now then, the opening stage is going to be the breach. Karl has been kind enough to provide me with a pair of cables which will latch onto the fence surrounding the facility. Hound, you will bound up the cables and make the initial breach through the fence, between the cables. I will then take hold of the cables and begin passing a high electrical current through the fence, large enough to generate a massive electromagnetic field which will disable all electrical equipment in the upper portions, including the inhibitors on the Metas there. They aren’t as high profile or as powerful as some of our brethren in the lower portions of the facility, but that many Metas off their leashes all at once will certainly inhibit responses from the guards. On that signal, Lee will initiate a riot among the prisoners. That’s when the rest of us move in, including our Syndicate allies.

“With the guards occupied by the rioters, a portion of us will breach the lower area of the Rock. This is where the most important of the Metas are housed, including Unit 9D and Entropy. As important as it is to secure them, by far more important are Librarian and Samurai himself. I don’t need to remind you of Yoshihiro’s personal charisma. With him back, it will become far easier to rally more of our scattered brothers. As for Librarian, she has an encyclopedic knowledge of operating Metas. Her assistance is vital to the rebirth of the Society.

“Now then, Karl, we won’t need your tecnomancery during the initial assault, but your ability to bend the computers in control of the lower levels to your will is going to be necessary for freeing those captive down there. And since you are the only one Hound listens to right now, he’ll be providing you back up. As for myself, I’ll remain above. With the cooling water being supplied by the Bay, I’ll be able to do quite some damage to any response from the SID or the League, and rest assured there will be a response.”

"It's Nightjar when the mask is on." Nightjar replied. Her tone was playful, although she did prefer people get used to using the code-name. One day someone would say 'Hazel' or 'Lind' in front of someone they shouldn't and that would be one step closer to her ending up in a cell with someone called 'Big Annie'.

"I'm glad you're not planning to leave anyone." she continued, "Though I was more concerned with the prospect of all of us getting trapped. I completely agree that we are likely to get the League, Coastguard and everything else descending on us once they've figured out whats going on. So I hope you have a way out which is either very discrete, like a submarine, or very fast... like a jet of some description."

She paused for a moment before adding a proposed role for herself in the operation, "If you lot are focused on getting the others out, I can try to temporarily take over the control room; I'm assuming a high tech place like the Rock will have one. Once there I will hopefully be able to do stuff like shut down suppression fields, open cells, lock guards in places where they can't get in the way and send an 'all is well' message to the mainland."

She paused again, for a little longer this time, then shrugged, "Though you have been planning this for longer than me so I'll follow your lead. I'm hard to kill, I've got guns and knives and know how to use them."

[Imperial--japan]

Sophia Agnarmac

"And your story was always one of the more interesting ones for me. Going over to the League from the Society - that must have taken some guts. Gravitas, by the way. I'm not all that famous - I'm only a part-timer." Sophia's train of thought grinded to a halt at the mention of her departure from the society and her entrance into the League of Hero's. She hadn't been actually part of the Society, as she was simply a prospect for admission from what she was told. Though perhaps there wasn't really much of a difference. She did their dirty work for almost a year, she might as well of been considered Society affiliated.

"Ah, well it's a pleasure Gravitas." She smiled as she broke eye contact momentarily to glance back up at the stage, disappointed in its continued vacancy.

"Though I was never really 'officially' with the Society. They just said I....had the potential to join is all. Luckily, the League convinced me that joining them wasn't in my best interests." Her eyes flickered to her coffee now as she continued to speak, secretly ashamed that even someone not fully indoctrinated into the League knew of her former affiliations. He claimed her choice had taken some guts, but in truth it hadn't been much of a choice in the first place. Sophia looked back at Gravitas, now dismissing her earlier contemplation in favor of her more socialite approach.

"I'm happy where I'm at now though." She added on, when suddenly someone announced themselves.

"Hey guys, sorry if I'm late." Sophia shrugged. The meeting hadn't started yet and she figured there were still a few more people who likely needed to show up. As soon as she thought that however, she noticed someone enter through the main doors and begin to walk towards the stage.

"Noah? The League liaison to the S.I.D? He's going to be speaking? Must be something interesting if S.I.D is conveying something at this meeting." Sophia thought, and then returned her attention to William as she waited for Noah to address the gathering of Hero's.

[Spindle]

William Docherty
Meeting Room
League HQ

As the Seer began to reply her eyes skitted away from his, flitting to the stage for a moment before going back to her coffee cup and staying there. For a moment William wondered if it had been something he'd done which had caused the reaction, before suppressing a wince as he realised the topic he'd just stomped over. He could imagine how someone casually bringing up her former life could cause a little bit of consternation or worry in someone - especially when said former life was something they were presumably trying to get past.

Smooth, Will. He sighed to himself, Real smooth.

"I'm glad you're happy here." He began, before his eyes caught movement in his peripherals and snapped to follow it, landing on the silver-haired form of Noah as he entered. It took his mind a moment to place the connections before his body stiffened and his tongue darted out to whet his suddenly all-too-dry lips. He'd only met Noah twice, once when he was getting his inhibitor after the ice-cream incident and once when he had accidentally sunk a tour boat: neither of those were experiences that he wanted to repeat. Bringing his eyes back to Seer, he frowned for a moment.

"Err...sorry, what was I saying again?"

[Kuhlfros]

Lee Inaba AKA Ronin
The Rock, Cafeteria

Lee toyed with his scrambled eggs on his plate, only occasionally stabbing a chunk and popping it into his mouth. He glanced up towards Filia and delivered a half-smile and responded facetiously "I'm just watching my weight is all..."

He watched her inhale her pancakes and syrup passively, it was always interesting to him how after years traveling between Japan, Hong Kong, and the US how people ate differently, asides from what they ate. But this woman ate and behaved somewhat like an optimistic child, he knew Filia to be playful and apparently carefree but the heists she had pulled off say a different story.

The complex and daring heists she pulled with enough room for her games and acrobatics requires a serious time of planning to make them successful and headline news stories. But he still couldn't help but feel she did things on the fly and she had an extreme amount of sheer luck, she was a curious one to be sure, one he wouldn't mind knowing more about it and he said as much "You really are baffling." He said quietly while resting his chin in his palm.

But first he needed his vengeance, and to do that, he needs to break out...

[The Flutterlands]

Filia Umbrarum

Filia giggled at Lee's statement as she chewed on some sausage and swallowed them. That was perhaps the twentyth time he been called that throughout her criminal career and the fifth time the past six months here in The Rock. After all, she truly was a sight to behold and her power over darkness was legendary. "Oh really, Cutie?" giggled Filia as she flirtatiously brushed her long snow white hair and grinned at at the other, "And what's so baffling about me, Sweetie? My good looks? Or have you heard about the fun games I've been playing even after ending up in this rock? It's both an't it, cutie?"

[Mestovakia]

Filia Umbrarum

Filia giggled at Lee's statement as she chewed on some sausage and swallowed them. That was perhaps the twentyth time he been called that throughout her criminal career and the fifth time the past six months here in The Rock. After all, she truly was a sight to behold and her power over darkness was legendary. "Oh really, Cutie?" giggled Filia as she flirtatiously brushed her long snow white hair and grinned at at the other, "And what's so baffling about me, Sweetie? My good looks? Or have you heard about the fun games I've been playing even after ending up in this rock? It's both an't it, cutie?"

Having gotten hungry, Riko requested that she be let intot he Cafeteria, which the guards permitted. After getting her food, Riko noticed Lee and Filia talking to each other. Having nothing else to do, she decided to go over and sit next to them. "Konnichiwa, my fellow Prisoners. How are you all doing?" Riko said, the evidence of the Suit man kicking her around the room slightly evident on her face. "Ah, don't mind this. The Good guys are getting a bit frustrated with me."

[Kuhlfros]

Lee Inaba AKA Ronin
The Rock, Cafeteria

"I suppose so yes," Lee responded, physical appearance and her games aside, her whole persona between go-lucky kleptomaniac and master thief threw him off. "You tend to keep me on edge, I suppose, which I do not mind, I like to get caught off balance or unaware, keeps me sharp and aware of what is going on."

He knew for certain she had likely stolen something from his jail cell, he didn't know what exactly but if he could guess, it was likely underwear or a used bed sheet or something odd like that.

It was then Riko arrived, The Librarian was very important to the Society and back in the day when Lee was first in the Society, he appreciated the fellow villain upstart the same age as he was while surrounded by numerous older, veterans. He frowned at the sight of the bruising on her.
"You know, if we weren't all supervillains with powers and such, imprisoned for crimes great both in magnitude and attention, I'd report that as criminal behavior by the law enforcement on US citizens."

He shrugged and ushered Riko to sit down and responded to her first question, "I'm fine relative to the fact I am locked in a supervillain prison with a life sentence and chained to the floor..."

[Shadowwell]

The Rock
Bulk and Rush

Within one of the many cells littering the upper part of the Rock, a Massive figure sat. It reacted when footsteps could be heard approaching its cell. The cell was modified to fit its occupant particularly, his width at least, they did not adjust the cell door's height. As the Guards approached the cell the figure stood, to most he would be described as a Mountain of Blubber, though he weighed both more and less than he looked, due to his powers. When they first put him in here, they had to build the cell around him in part, but when he left the cell he ripped the metal bars straight out of the wall simply walking forward.

They changed it so taht he would have a special cell, it was somewhat resistant to his abilities, but not entirely immune. Bulk, as he was called was much like his grandfather, a Meta villain of Scottish decent whose moniker was Fomor. The name was taken from the name of a type of giant in Celtic mythology. He had similar abilities to Bulk, but he could grow in size and strength, dwarfing multilevel buildings easily at times. Besides their abilities, they have little true ambition, being content with smaller crimes and other things. If that was not the case, it was quite possible they could be a major force to be reckoned with in the Meta Community.

As the door to his cell was unlocked Bulk stood to his full height of around 7 feet, His bunk groaned in relief as he lifted his bulky frame from it. He walked, though it was more like lumbering, towards the cell door and waited for the Guards to clear the doorway. They were careful around him, even though he did have inhibitors on him, much like with his Grandfather they did not work that well on him. Even if they did, much like with larger Sumo Wrestlers, he still had a fair amount of natural muscle, it was needed to move his bulk around.

He ducked down, nearly a foot and a half to lower himself enough to fit through the cell doorway. They had walked a short distance when his escort stopped to bring out another Meta from his Cell to breakfast. Bulk snorted as the lazily dressed figure left his Cell. It was a relatively tall leanly built man, he had dark shaggy hair. He was also twitching occasionally, in a way that most people would associate with a junkie of sorts. It was true in a sense, he was somewhat addicted to Caffeine, but it was to be expected with how his powers centered around it.

His eyes light up upon seeing Bulk, he spoke saying “ Hey, how you been doing Fatass?” Bulk roared with laughter, his form shaking with it. He slapped the smaller man on the back before he responded. “Not bad Rush, not bad.” After that they remained in silence for a time until they reached the Cafeteria. Their escort broke off and took posts along the wall. They grabbed their food swiftly, funnily enough Bulk had the least amount of food between the two, not that the amount he had wasn’t impressive.

Bulk walked towards one of the more heavily populated tables. He recognized them, he had associated with most of them, loosely at least. He had worked with the Society on occasion, that was how he knew Rush, they once pulled a few jobs together. Bulk sat at the unoccupied end of the table, so as to not bend the table to his side, Rush sat across from him. “Hello fellow Criminals how’s it been?” as Bulk spoke Rush took a sip of his drink, he was putting it down when he paused. He gave a little smirk realizing his tremors had lessened a bit, though it wasn’t noticeable.

[The Flutterlands]

Filia Umbrarum AKA Lady Tenebrous

Filia giggled hysterically at Lee as he spoke of her unpredictablity. She loved being unpredictable. Predictableness was boring to the half-demon and didn't suit well with her. Even her thievish adventures were anything but predictable as she would steal whatever comes to her head. "Thanks, I get that a lot, Cutie." Filia spoke with a smirk as she ate some egg, her mind getting pervy, "Maybe they'll let us share a cell and I'll show you how baffling I can be."

Filia giggled teasingly before looking up at Rikio, better known as 'The Librarian'. She smiled broadly, knowing Riko as a great friend and nice lady here at The Rock, even sharing a Cell with her for a time. However she frowned upon seeing the bruse on The Librarian's face and her fist clenched a little in anger. Filia hated people getting hurt and would only actively go into combat when necessary, even under her alais of Lady Tenebrous. She only fought the hero who captured her because she was unable to escape his powers and he was quite rough with her. That being said, all this doesn't mean that Filia doesn't find fighting to be fun as long as she's winning.

Filia smiled broadly. "Well, you still look beautiful to me, Cutie." she spoke sweetly as she ate more of her breakfast and drank her orange juice, "I'm doing fine myself. Finished the book I was reading earlier. Gonna go read a new one after breakfast."

[Skarten]

The Rock

Philip was in his cell. It was one of the most simple cells in The Rock. It was made of Reinforced Steel and just had a toilet and a bed.
Philip was laying down in his bed, when 3 Armed guards and a Prison staff came in with his breakfast. It was composed of 2 toasts, Some bacon,grape juice and a fruit salad. When Philip started his meal, one of the guards said "Enjoy It,Weirdo", as he walked out of the cell and locked it.

[Republic of the Cristo]

San Francisco, Xylon Pharmaceuticals regional HQ

He looked back over his shoulder at the hulking mass in the door, starring at him menacingly. " Do you mind? " the IT said. The security guard in the door way simply crossed his arms and continued to stare. " While running the debug in our network, I've gotta watch you. So no, don't mind me at all. " The IT grunted, which no doubt translated to, asshole. He turned his head back to the mainframe in front of him. The room was absolutely massive, containing hundreds of mainframes, all securely locked away in their separate cages. This was a data bank for local Xylon outlets - contracts, staff, on going projects, salaries, and even some R&D. With data like that, security was sure to be top notch; ergo, the guard now watching the IT debug the anomalies from this mainframe.

The IT was fairly new, taking on a contract at the regional HQ only a few weeks ago. He was a freelance contractor, and a very good one! He got signed on about four weeks ago - this was his first time working on the mainframes without assistance. He had already uploaded his program into the mainframe and was watching it's progress on an ipad. He kept his eyes down toward the pad, but was very aware of the guard watching his back. He would stand there for another ten minutes, occasionally tapping a button which popped up on his screen when needed. At one point he turned back to smile at the guard watching him, who almost to have dozed off because he quickly shot his head up from what looked like him nodding off. After ten minutes, the ipad read, debug complete. The IT turned round to face the guard, " All done. Need anything else from me Big Brother? " The guard simply opened up the cage door and motioned for the IT to leave. The IT grunted again and walked out of the cage. The guard escorted him out of the room.

Later that day...

The traffic in Tenderloin was never too bad at night time. Tenderloin, arguably the scariest and poorest part of San Francisco, was also the city's crime capital. The worst problem was gang violence and prostitution. On the note of prostitution, a number of young and over painted women standing along a street corner waved and blew kisses to the red van that drove by them. The drive in question paid them no attention, as he had one eye set on the road and another on the phone in his hands. Username: Dennis Chu, Password: R0sebud. A login to Xylon Pharmaceuticals corporate network was pulled up on the phone screen. The man driving the van was not Deputy Director Dennis Chu, he was Richard Norton - security guard. He did not login through his phone, out of fear that it would signal something to system security, he would have to wait.

The van made several winding turns through the streets of the neighborhood before pulling into the parking lot a four story apartment building. It was pretty in the romantic way that most buildings in San Francisco were, but looks were deceiving. Richard Norton got out of his car and walked into the lobby. A garbage can was overflowing and a baby could be heard crying in the floor above. An ancient looking Vietnamese women sat at the lobby's front desk and only looked up briefly from her copy of, Gone with the Wind, to register Richard's passing. She smiled and Richard nodded back. He walked up three flights of dirt caked stairs to his floor. The hallway lights were a sickly kind of bluish green, and the walls were a drab looking white. Every door looked the same, a light blue color with the number plated to it's front. 50, that was the room Richard entered into.

The apartment would more than enough space for one man, and yet Richard made sure to use up every single inch of it. The door opened up to a living room kept pristinely clean, with a brown couch, coffee table ( with beer nuts placed in a bowl residing on top ), and flat screen TV all lining up perfectly with each other. Richard took his black company coat off and hung it up by a hinge next to the door. His heart was beating out of his chest from the anxiety, he was so excited for this moment. Even in his excitement though, he made sure to look down to the left side of the doorframe. A single leather shoe had been placed in front of the door, and only recently just been moved - by Richard having opened the door. It was a precautionary measure. Anytime before leaving the apartment, Richard would always put that shoe in front of the door so that if anyone ever entered while he was gone, he would know. He closed the door and placed the shoe back in it's normal spot. He quickly ran down the hall passing the small ( and once again, spotless ) kitchen towards his room. His room was not at all big, so priorities had to be set - sleeping was not one of them. In one small corner of the room was shoved a prince size mattress; on the two walls opposite the mattress were computer monitors, towers, modems, and a single small mainframe.

Richard, upon entering into the room, instantly jumped into a chair and turned on the monitor facing him. His heart was beating out of his chest. The screen turned own. He immediately turned on the internet and forwarded a code which led him to the Xylon Pharmaceuticals Corporate Network. Most corporate networks were housed on closed systems, inaccessible from the internet - and Xylon was no acceptation. Several months ago, Richard had cracked the Xylon's trans HQ communications algorithms. He could tap in from his own computer if he just knew their wifi. Of course, with such a secure and monolithic corporation like Xylon, this incursion would be almost certainly detected - which it most certainly was. Problem was though, their wifi network was so physically big that it could not help but overlap some private or even public zones. These interferences were minor anomalies and were usually passed off as such. Recently, an this region's HQ had contracted a big time IT to try and debug it's systems of these - anomalies. This IT had been given special access codes to the whole system's algorithm. What that IT didn't know, was that he wasn't the only one with these codes. Earlier that day, while the IT was debugging the mainframe with his special codes, Richard had been secretly pirating information from the IT from his own personal phone, which he had concealed in his pocket as he watched. He was nearly caught checking it when the IT turned around unexpectedly.

Now Richard wasn't a hacker, he was just really good with computer science - especially for someone who was only two years old. Richard Norton was born in the exchanging of money and fake id's between a corrupt government clerk - and one Marcus Sweets. Marcus had been posing as Richard Norton for two years, working his way up in Xylon Regional security. In that time, he worked with a singular goal in mind - gain access to Xylon's secrets - and now he had them. He knew where Xylon's network was, how to get on, and how to make everything look legit. Among the things that the IT debugged today was active user accounts - including administrators and executives - like Dennis Chu. The IT hooked Dennis's account, and Marcus hooked the IT's program. Marcus stared at the login screen.

Username:
Password:

He had waited years in preparation of this moment - he would learn everything he needed to seek the vengeance he deserved! He logged on. The amount of data in the network was MASSIVE! Zetabytes and zetabytes and zetabytes of information of a company that has some incredibly deep ties. He could not hope to explore it all, and quite frankly he did not have that kind of time. Dennis was rather active on his account, and if he were to try and login as Marcus was logged on, the security system would be instantly triggered and Marcus would be found out. He quickly clicked the search bar and typed in what he was looking for: Inhibitors. Instantly, a page was brought up of all the active inhibitors produced and used by Xylon. There were hundreds of options, he clicked on the first one he thought was promising - L58 - liquid inhibitor. He read through the preface at a startling pace, he needed to be fast! He quickly clicked a link which led him to the page detailing... production, there it was!

The page was almost completely unreadable to Marcus. Now, Marcus was fairly good at chemistry; in the Green Berets he had learned how to make a great many explosives - but this was next level chemistry. He took out his phone and began snapping pictures of his monitor - snapping about 18 pages in total. After reaching the end of the production page, he clicked back to the list of inhibitors. He clicked the next most promising thing, Go7 - gaseous inhibitor. Go7 was the same story - next level chemistry he could hardly understand. He snapped 20 pictures before returning to the list. He check the clock at the bottom right of his computer screen - he had spent 15 minutes on Dennis's account, times up. He quickly deleted his search history and logged out. Once his monitor had switched back to it's normal screen, Marcus sat back in his seat and looked down at his phone. He swiped through the pictures he had taken one by one. Here in his iPhone, he held the keys to his vengeance - to bring justice to the souls of the brothers in arms he lost in New York, and to free human beings from ever being at the mercy of a Meta again! Marcus Sweets, Richard Norton, was declaring his secret war against the gods.

[Mestovakia]

Riko heard Filia's comment and blushed a bit in reply, happy to be complimented. "Filia, don't say things like that in public, it's embarrassing~!" Riko said as she ate her food with the manners of an Aristocrat. She made a bit of a face as she tasted how disgusting the food was, but she limited her disgust. "Ugh, this food. I wonder if they're ever going to give us actual food, as villains of our kind deserve. So, what kind of book are you going for? I know this book about the Air War in WW2 that I found pretty interesting."

[Shadowwell]

The Rock

As the conversations among the villains at their table continued Rush discretely glanced at Bulk and nodded before standing from the table. Rush stretched for a bit before he walked towards a guard who had started approaching him as he stood. Bulk looked at the assembled villains before he swallowed his current mouthful of food and spoke to the others. “You guys might want to get ready.” At that instant Rush reached the guard. He paused before he hauled back and punched the unfortunate man. The guard was sent flying into the wall some 25 feet behind him. A trail of blood and broken teeth littered the ground along his flight path.

The other guards stationed in the Cafeteria moved toward Rush. They drew out stun batons and other similar weapons. He made use of his newly returned empowerment to dispatch them swiftly. Alarms and lights started flashing and blaring as more guards started to swarm the Cafeteria. They were armed with assorted weapons, some had variants of shock batons, while others had guns made of plastics and ceramics, with inhibitor tranquilizer ammo. They took up positions near the entranceways, while others moved in to ensure the other Villains in the Cafeteria wouldn’t cause issues. It was at this time that Bulk finished the veritable mountain of food that had been on his tray and stood up.

He turned towards one of the less occupied tables and told the occupants. “Scram.” They fled and he grabbed the edges of the metal table. His body tensed as the metal seat started to crumple like aluminum foil. After he exerted more force, the table started to groan as it was ripped from the attachments holding it to the ground. The cement and metal holding it in place went flying as the table came loose. He hefted the table up before throwing it at one of the masses of Guards. It impacted against a group who was preparing to fire at Rush.

While the fight in the Cafeteria was starting underway, a figure was approaching the one of the many control centers littered around the Rock. This one was unique as it had the controls to the Inhibitor collars and accessories of nearly every Meta locked in the place. The door had been secured, but the commotion in the cafeteria had caused Guards to be reassigned. That, however did not mean that the door was defenseless. There were numerous technological and physical safeguards in place to protect the door. While they would test even the most skilled techno-path or tech manipulator, all of them were for naught before the figure accessing the door now.

The figure swiftly entered the room. They strode towards the control board opposite the door. The figure chuckled when they saw that the switches and buttons were all properly labeled. They sat down in the chair and went to work. When they were down, the inhibitors for the Society and Syndicate members were all in the process of shutting down. There were others whose inhibitors were going offline, but that was only to add to the distraction. They chuckled as they left the room and said. “Let the Chaos Commence.”

As the figure left the room a message was sent to every Society and Syndicate member participating in the Breakout. The message was simple, all it said was “It has begun.” In the Nicoletti mansion all the Syndicate members were heading to the room where G.R.I.M. was in the process of getting the Portal set up. The Society members were on Karl’s ship, as well as approaching the Rock from the Harbor. Meanwhile the agents of the S.I.D went on with their days and the League carried on with their meeting, not aware of the great incident happening, that poses a threat to not just them, but many others standing in the way of the two Organizations.

[Dyelli Beybi]

The Nightjar had been playing with her cellphone, the one she kept for use with the Society, when the message that 'it has begun' came through. It did not fill her with confidence. As far as she could tell nobody had a proper extraction plan - she had asked and nobody had given her an answer. They were about to show up at the world's most heavily fortified prison, drawing the ire of every League member for miles around. There was, in her opinion, a very strong chance they would end up dead or in prison. Not how she had wanted to spend her afternoon, "So... do you have a plan to get us out of the Rock or are we just hoping for the best?" she asked, phrasing her question from earlier a little more bluntly, "Because going to prison does not work with my schedule for today."

There was a slight pause before she tried her other question again, "Also, what do you want me to do when we get there. Do you want me to try to find my way to a control room, or not? Go in, try to locate.... someone? Stay with the boat?"

The Nightjar was, by nature, a meticulous planner. She spent weeks planning how to break into a place and how to get out again. There were backup plans if things went wrong. The state of the plan for the Rock worried her (which wasn't to say she wouldn't go ahead with it - she was a member of the Society after all)... especially the getting out bit.

[Xah]

Not being one of those fortunate residents allowed into such august places as the cafeteria, Wane was in his cell when the alarms began to sound. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, the plastic chair that he was given as furniture had finally sucumbed to his intrinsic entropic decay and collapsed just a few hours ago and he wasn't due a replacement until the next feeding time. Of the contents of his previous 'meal'; a styrofoam cup containing water, a thick slice of wood and the aluminum tray they were brought in on had become a small pile of particulates with which Wane was entertaining himself by making patterns across the reflective metal flooring. The chair, or the yellowing, brittle pile of pieces as it had become, was increasingly getting more attractive as something else to do, but Wane knew the guards got picky when he deliberately 'consumed' the furniture, even after it had worn out.

When the alarms began to sound, Wane initially ignored them. This was a prison after all, despite the more pleasant euphamisms the politicians might like to label it. Alarms in a normal prison were reasonably common, coup up enough testosterone fuelled savages and you will get fights and non-cooperation that required extra attention. However, as the commotion continued without any signs of abatement, Wane stood up and walked over to the door, peering through the small, three inch-thick glass window and into the corridor outside. He could see, as usual, the other 'special' confinement cells of this wing, but little else. The guards were canny enough not to spend too much time down here. He let out a breath and considered his options; do nothing and assume it was just another riot that would be supressed via the typical responses, or take advantage of the distraction. The door was given a consideration; it was made of the same inert material as the rest of the cell that would take Wane several days to burn through and there were no locks, handles or hinges on this side. The window was a possibily; glass was a challenge - several hours of work at least, but if this was a serious distruption, he might have that long. Smiling, Wane pressed his hand against the glass and pushed his power outwards. Almost instantly a handprint of fogged glass appeared, but Wane knew it would be some time yet before anything more would come of it, and who knows what might happen before then.

[Republic of the Cristo]

Random bar, San Francisco

Marcus sat in the booth at the back of the bar. It was pretty early in the day, but his target didn't exactly believe the 5 o'clock rule. Marcus wore a brown and black bomber jacket and blue jeans. He made a point to try and not attract attention. His target was sitting at the counter. A Hispanic man, aged 36, height 5 "8", George Nieto. Graduated from Berkley with a degree in chemistry and physics, went to maximum security prison for five years for the production of LSD. Nieto was a chemical genius, and horribly depressed. His wife had left him seven years ago, prison was hell for him, and now he couldn't get a job. This was all that Marcus could get from his police profile that was. He had just gotten out of prison six months ago and was now serving parole. What better way to stay on top of that than by trying to drink yourself to death, Marcus thought.

One last thing, the guy who busted him was a league member. He had a reason to hate the metas, which is why Marcus tracked him down. He had spent a week scoping out Nieto and where he went ( he ended up here practically every night ). Nieto was the only one who could make the inhibitors for Marcus, so he had to lend that hand. Besides, he is desperate for work. Marcus got up out of the booth and walked over to the counter, were sat down next to Nieto. He seemed to be hugging a glass of straight tequila. Marcus looked up at the bar tender. " Evan Williams on the rocks please. " The bar tender nodded and turned towards the rack of drinks behind him.

Marcus looked over at Nieto, who was still hugging his drink. " Hey buddy, I don't know for sure but, didn't you go to Berkley? " Nieto kept hugging his drink, and Marcus thought he hadn't heard him for a moment, until he turned his head over slightly and looked at Marcus. He squinted his eyes at him, suspicion quite evident. " Yeah, what's it to you? "

" I was class of 2011, I studied in Professor. Hammer's engineering class. I remembered you is all. You were in Physics right? " Nieto looked Marcus up and down. He wasn't drunk, not yet anyway, but he tried looking like it. Marcus noted this. While in the Green Berets he had been trained in intensive interrogation tactics, and so he was pretty good at reading people; for example, he could tell just by Mr. Nieto's tone of voice and the speed at which he said it that he was starting to warm up to him - believe him. " Yeah, I was... in physics... Who'd you say you were again? " By this time the bartender had put down Marcus's drink. " I didn't, Richard Norton. And you are... John Nieto right? " Marcus took a sip of his whisky. Nieto waved a hand dismissively, " It's George, but what ever. " He pulled his glass up to his lips and took a liberal drink. He put the glass down and grunted out his next words, " Sorry I can't remember ya - just gotta lot on my mind is all. Berkley was a while ago. "

" That's fine man. I've been pretty busy after since after Berkley too. I got hired on to the NSA few years back, maintaining surveillance equipment. " Nieto hugged his drink again but he shot a surprised sideways stare at Marcus. " No shit? you're spying on people for Uncle Sam? " Marcus chuckled. This was a good sign, Nieto was starting to lighten up and be more talkative. " Yep. I've been repairing stuff for them for years... almost got killed doing it a few years back. " Marcus took a swig from his glass of Evan Williams and faced forward, but out of his peripheral vision he could see that Nieto was still looking at him. " I was at the NYPD station in New York few years back, back when the shit hit the fan. Member that? Some meta through gas truck through the ceiling of the building - whole place blew up in flames. I got 3rd degree burns just trying to get out of there. " Marcus pushed back his jacket and lifted up his shirt to reveal a side which had long running burns. Nieto's widened when he saw them. They were indeed third degree burns, but he had gotten them from being electrocuted while under going torture resistance training in the Berets.

" It was pretty messed up, I didn't think I was gonna make it... " Marcus took a sip from his whisky and starred forward again. He hadn't been in a police station that day - he had been out on the streets; M4 in his hands and duty in his heart. He and seventy nine other brave men stormed Manhattan - they were massacred. Every alley you turned down was a death trap, with a meta waiting to kill the first thing that walked past. Cars exploding, glass falling to the ground, cutting men in half, the damage was caused by the Society and the League - their destruction killed indiscriminately. Bullets and bombs were useless. The only thing they could do to survive was retreat... and leaving at least a dozen wounded behind to fend for themselves. Marcus pursed his lips together and felt a burning sensation in his chest that wasn't from the whisky. He snapped back to reality and looked over at Nieto who was now looking into his tequila.

" So yeah, that's what I have been up to. What about you? " This was the perhaps the most delicate part about the whole plan - easing into recruiting Nieto's expertise. Nieto continue to look down into his glass. " I ah... I got a job as a chemist, working over at Enth chemicals. " Marcus nodded his head, " Really? How has that been? " Nieto took a deep breath in. " Um... not all that great actually. I was given some... expired ingredients and accidentally flooded a room full of Dihydrogen Monoxide. It was the guy who gave me the chemical's fault, but I am the one who got the blame. I got sent to prison for mal practice for five years. I just got out, it's been rough. " This time, in a single gulp, Nieto downed his entire glass of tequila. While he did, Marcus put his left hand in his pocket and started poking around on his phone. " Mal practice huh? So you out of work then? " Nieto smiled and then laughed out loud. " Haha, no one wants to hire the guy who accidentally poison gases a room. No matter how good I was. " Without having to say anything the bartender came over and filled up Nieto's glass. Marcus marveled.

" Ain't that a bitch? Just try'na make a living and they put you in a hole and throw away the key. Well, here's to you getting a job, and to hell with the damn meta who put you away. " Marcus raised up his glass and so did Nieto, they clinked and drank. Marcus put down his empty glass and looked over at Nieto, who was just now noticing his stare. " What? "

" You didn't say anything about a meta putting you away. But you didn't correct me. " Nieto looked surprised at first, how could he have let his secret be exposed so easily? Then the light clicked on. " Who the hell are you? " He said in a low voice. Marcus folded his hands and stared off in front of Nieto. " Someone who tracked you down, knows your history, and knows that for most of your life you have gotten the shit kicked out of you by the system. " Marcus now looked at Nieto, who looked back with a guarded and hostile look. " You got put away because a meta busted. Because of that, your wife left you, and now you are an untouchable for any employer - any except me. You wanna do something with your life other than fuck up? " Marcus stood up and looked down at Nieto, who was now starring at him with his mouth slightly open. " Check your phone. If you're interested, call me. If not, delete what I sent you and we will never meet each other again. It's your call. " With that Marcus turned away from the bewildered Nieto and walked right out of the bar.

7 hours later...

Golds Gym, San Francisco

16,17,18,19,20! He set the bar up on the rack. Marcus sat up and saw that a few people were starring at him accomplish twenty reps of five hundred twenty five pounds. He stood up, his legs a little shaky. He wiped down the bench he had been sitting at ( he had sweat quite a bit ). It was close to night now, and there were not too many people at the gym. Marcus kept his eyes on the TV, which was showing that a riot at the Rock was underway. There wouldn't be a riot if you just killed them all freaks to begin with, Marcus thought to himself. He was also listening to the news on his earphones about the riot. He began walking over to the track when suddenly he heard a call going off in his head phones.

He pulled out his phone and looked down at the contact - it was Nieto's number. He smiled as he brought the phone up to his ear. " What do say? " He heard someone on the other line. " ... Who the fuck are you? " Marcus looked around to make sure that there was no one within earshot. " George, once upon a time I was in the same boat you were in. I was doing job when out of nowhere a meta decided that my life - the lives of my friends meant nothing to them. And then they wasted me - just like they wasted you. Unlike you though, I didn't look to the bottom of bottle for purpose - I looked at revenge. George, i'm giving you that chance now. " There was another pause behind the line, then he spoke. " This is - you're crazy! I mean, where they hell did you even get this stuff? Production formulas for inhibitors? That stuff is top secret! "

" So you can read it? George, I have been working tirelessly for years now, working towards this moment. The images I sent you, they aren't top secret documents - they are the keys to changing things... to getting rid of the metas. The guys who put you away, ruined your life, mine, New York city's, and who knows how many millions more. You wanna do something other than drink yourself to death, here is your chance. " Moment of truth " Can you recreate the inhibitors? "

" I-I-I can't. I just, I can't. " Marcus was getting frustrated now. " You turned on the news yet? " A moment of silence. " What? "

" You near a TV? Turn it onto FOX right now. " At least a minute paused over the phone of just complete silence, then in the background Marcus could hear a TV playing. A few moments later and George was back on the line, " I-I can't. This materials and equipment you would need to make this stuff is beyond expensive - and I don't have that kind of cash. " Got'em, Marcus was now supremely pleased with himself. " I found top secret documents and tracked down the one black market chemist who could recreate them. I can get you all the funding for production you will need - I just need to know, will you it? " Silence followed, but Marcus could picture Nieto's worried face in his mind. " If I do... you'll pay me? "

" Indeed. "

"... I can do it... Just, we gotta set some things up first. I've done this sorta thing before and talking over the phone ain't exactly safe. "

" That won't be a problem. Meet me back at the bar in five days and we will talk things out there. Any other questions George? "

A moments pause, and then a breath, " Yeah, I like to know who i'm working for. "

Marcus had just been preparing to run, when all of a sudden he was stopped dead. What to say? What would he tell him? " Call me Adam. "

[House of Judah]

Ibrahim
Karl Linton’s Ship

“Some will be escaping by submersible. Others will be making their own exits. I’ve secured your exit with our Syndicate allies. When the time comes, link up with them and they will get you out.”

---

Ibrahim slid into the water. He could feel it sucking the heat from him. He generated a small amount of voltage just to produce extra heat in his limbs as he swam to the final distance to where he would begin his portion of the assault.

He rotated his body and floated in the water, the cable guns at his sides. He regulated his breathing and closed his eyes. A few more moments before it began.

Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto the land that I will show thee.

And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and be thou a blessing.

And I will bless them that bless thee, and him that curseth thee will I curse; and in thee shall all the families of the earth be blessed.

He snapped his eyes open at the sound of alarms. Time.

He grabbed the cable guns and fired them, latching onto the fence. The cold of the water slipped away as he built the massive voltage. Simple physics would do the rest once he completed the circuit. Massive voltage meant massive current. Massive current meant a massive magnetic field. A massive magnetic field meant a massive voltage induced in all conductors in the field. Massive voltage in those conductors meant massive current in those conductors. Current in excess of what the circuits could handle. Some would have safety features to trip them off. Others would have no ability to protect themselves and would suffer irreparable damage. The very systems that helped these non-metas keep his people under control would be wiped out. They would be defenseless.

This is the beginning of our exodus.