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                                              from the ONES that have burst round town
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                                                that your classless, clever and free


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                                                                            Bella's eyes wandered throughout the plane, watching as the various people boarded. Her eyes flicked towards Alex and Marcos once more. She focused on their handshake and, out of nowhere, Marcos landed a punch on Alex's face. Bella's eyes widened as she watched them. She noticed the subtle differences in their appearances: slight discomfort on Marcos' face and drowsiness on Alex's. It was interesting to watch the various powers present in the Mansion. Her favourite power of them all would have to be Adrienne's. Her ability to make illusions fascinated Bella and she loved watching her fool their opponents, confusing them with ease. Another power she liked was Nixie's. What with Bella's connection to the water, anything to do with it amazed her, and hydrokinesis was no exception.

                                                                            "Hello there, enjoy your morning swim?" The question came from Marcos, who was obviously done with his healing session. Bella nodded, a smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, it was great. How did you see me?" She hadn't seen anyone outside at that time and he must just have come out as soon as she ran to the lake. What was he doing out there at that time in the morning? She didn't pause long enough to question it. Whatever he did was his business, not hers, and she didn't meddle in things that didn't concern her. Much. Perhaps her curiosity did sometimes get the better of her, but she did attempt to reign it in. Curiosity killed the cat, after all, and Bella had learnt that the hard way once, on a previous mission. She had, in fact, almost got herself stabbed on that one. Scary stuff. Unlike everyone else's powers, Bella could only use it in the water. Yes, it had its perks, but most of the time she couldn't do anything. Luckily she could fight or she would be at a big loss.

                                                                            That was when she felt a jolt run through the structure of the plane, causing her to jump a little. Of course, Nick was flying the jet. Bella gave him a slight smile in response to his nod and watched him as he took his seat at the front of the plane. There was no doubt that he was good at controlling machinery. She wasn't bad at it, but nowhere near as good as Nick or Gwyd.

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Of alarm clock screaming m o n s t e r s calling my name
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Where the raindrops, as they're f a l l i n g down, tell me a story



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                                        Adrienne was always one for punctuality. You could time her right down to the seconds, and she would hardly ever be more than a minute late. It was almost inhuman, her abilities to prioritize and see to it that she was never late for anything. Her mother had made jokes about it, sure, every now and again. If you didn't know any better, you would probably assume that that was her ability. She honestly couldn't help it, though. She just got really aggravated when it came to being late -- or even if others were late. She simply did not like the idea of being held up, or having her whole schedule messed up all because she was late for one single thing. There might have even been a tie, with that, to her desire to never miss a second of anything -- to want to see everything life had to offer her. Needless to say, when it came to being just her and Nicholas in the room, something somewhere in the back of her head began to get just a little more anxious. This, of course, was not helped in the slightest with the knowledge of not only where they would be going, but also knowing what they would be retrieving once they got there.

                                        The doll's eyes flickered to Nick, beside her, in a manner that was almost a polite sort of impatience. It was only as she went to take another bite out of her apple that she came to realize that she only had a bite or two left -- evidently, she had eaten the rest of it in the midst of her planning ahead. Adrienne gave Nick a slight nod, as Nick claimed that everything was just peachy and he thanked her for asking. That was almost always the first question she asked anyone; how are you? It seemed to be such a vital thing to know, to her -- it could determine the entire route of their conversation, really. By this point in time, it was almost instinctive to ask it, to anyone and everyone. As the illusionist shifted a little, so as to take a swig of her orange juice, her electrokinetic teammate went about explaining how he had slept, along with his dreams. There was something of a perplexed expression on the doll's features as she set her glass back down on the counter. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said, in reference to his remark about the alarm clock. She had heard about his problems with alarm clocks once or twice before . . . at least. At least I know what I'll be getting him for his birthday . . . or, at the very least, Christmas. She mused inwardly. Adrienne was, or at least tried to be, nice to everyone. And, of course, it was customary to give people presents on their birthday -- at the very least. Even if they didn't want them, she would make the polite request that they throw it away when she had her back turned -- though, where it was possible, she always gave the receipt, as well. "Dreams about vicious elephants do sound . . . interesting, though." She replied with something of a fleeting, soft laugh.

                                        Adrienne let her gaze wander, briefly, from her teammate to the clock on the wall. Somewhere inside her head, a little voice whined and stomped their foot, anxiety obviously having had set in by this point. Nonetheless, she returned her attention to Nick with her politely quaint expression. "Oh, I don't quite know. I think I'm pretty good. Thus far, anyway." She replied with a brief shrug. It was customary, for her, to never be too specific when it came to her well-being -- after all, it was subject to change at any given second, wasn't it? "And for the bit of time that I was asleep, I believe I slept rather well. As for the dreams, I remember there being a rather large, brightly-colored bird wearing a monocle and talking to me about some sort of book." She added with a blank expression, and a slight nod. Adrienne almost always remembered her dreams. Perhaps, though, that was owed to the simple fact that, immediately after awaking from a dream, she wrote them down in a leather-bound book? Whatever the case, her dreams were almost always considered to be outlandish, by others. The dream she had had the previous evening, however, was probably one of the more laid-back of them. A dream she had had a few days ago, however, was anything but; in said dream, there had been an over-grown teddy bear with razor-like teeth and a gaping hole in its stomach, into which it shoved other people. Yes, that was rather . . . odd.

                                        With a small sigh, Adrienne gave a nod of agreement to Nick's statements regarding the mission. It was always nice when she didn't have to excuse herself, as she usually ended up sounding like the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland. "See you there." She said with a faint smile, nodding after Nick as he left the kitchen. Alone once again. There was something oddly comforting about that feeling, she had always thought. I wonder if that's normal? She wondered, looking over the apple core she held in her hand. With a shrug, she drank the remainder of her orange juice and placed the glass in the sink, and the apple core in the trash, only to head back upstairs so as to ready a bag for the trip to the Galapagos.

                                        There was something interesting in the sight of seeing Adrienne in a bit of a hurry. Perhaps it was the mere thought of a life-sized doll getting up and suddenly running around . . . ? As with the simply thought of one walking around, it could be unsettling, beautiful, or even both. "Now . . . where did you go . . . ?" She asked aloud, to a certain bag, once she had reached the comfort of her room. She stood in the doorway for a moment or so, tapping her chin lightly with the index finger of her right hand as she struggled to recall just where she had left it. Then, as though it had quite literally hit her, she moved to her closet. After a bit of moving things around, she produced a white leather tote. Wearing a victorious smile, she began to pack a few odds and ends -- those for entertainment, and those which were necessities. Once she was confident that she'd gotten what she needed, she slung her bag over her shoulder and navigated her way through the labyrinth that was the mansion until she reached the hall which housed the suits of the team. There was something of a scowl on the doll's features as she went about the standard security features to as to retrieve her suit . . . which was odd enough, in itself. What could she say? Adrienne just didn't much like the idea of being told what to wear, let alone what to do. It's for your safety, Adrienne. She scolded herself, inwardly, as she changed into her suit.

                                        A few moments later, Adrienne was boarding the jet in the hangar bay. A little embarrassed by the fact that everyone else seemed to already be there, she remained silent as she moved to take an empty seat near the window -- as had been the case in the kitchen, neither too near nor too far from the other members of the team. Setting her bag on the floor by her feet, the illusionist crossed her left leg over her right, casting her gaze down to her folded fingers in her lap. To others, it was anyone's guess as to what she was thinking -- it could have been anything from a tiny speck of dirt to how to destroy the world; the thoughts that went on in Adrienne's head were a mystery to most and, as usual, most people didn't much like mysteries. She was, however, carefully beginning to consider how to get to the precious medallion that continued to glimmer faintly behind her eyelids. Infiltration was not something she much cared for, but knew how to take care of nonetheless. Perhaps I should let them think that we're all cute little animals? Or, better yet, people they recognize? Yes, that's good. Or maybe it should be just me? . . . No, that's selfish. I suppose I could run it by them . . . ? The illusionist mused internally, looking up from the corner of her eye to her fellow teammates. Dropping her gaze once again, she let her mind roam. Once the infiltration part was out of the way, actually obtaining the shiny-shiny -- er, artifact! -- shouldn't be all that difficult.


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Gwydion left the kitchen and was half surprised that he had a follower. Nixie danced along side him, “You don’t always dance. What’s the occasion?” Although he knew that there wasn’t going to be an occasion and she was simply dancing because she wanted, he thought it necessary to ask the question. Over the past four years he had grown rather attached to the blue-haired butterfly that fluttered by his side. She was interesting to watch and there was hardly a dull moment when she was around. Sometimes, she could be rather indulgent but she seemed to find a balance that worked for her. The walk towards the hangar was filled with the sounds of the dance music blasting out of the ear buds around Nixie’s neck. “You’re going to blow out the speakers on those things.” He pointed out. Usually headphones were dynamic loudspeakers with a plastic diaphragm to magnify the sound, and while he could fix the copper wiring within the cord, he could not fix a busted diaphragm.

Once arriving to the hangar, he excused himself briefly to change into his uniform. It mostly made of black leather consisting of a snug fitting sleeveless shirt and black pants. Under the shirt, he wore a simple blank tank top; the vest was reinforced in the back, chest and sides with the pliable metal compound he had created. The metal flexed with movements but retained its protective qualities while doing so. Over the top of the armor he strapped two holsters across his chest to allow him to carry whatever metal weapon he decided to make of the two metal rods he was always equipped with; they formed an X across his back. And on his shoulders, metal pauldrons. The pants were also reinforced, around the thighs, shins and knees with the metal compound. And last but not least, boots. They rose to his mid shin and had an array of buckles down each side. The more metal he had on him, the better.

He returned the board the jet, standing outside it; he gave it a brief once over. The metallic surface instantly smoothed, any atmospheric pitting that had occurred was buffed out and he nodded. Boarding the plane, he slid into the co-pilot seat. The jet suddenly sprung to life and no doubt Nick was close behind it. He frowned. “One of these days, you’re going to short something out like your alarm clock.” He mused to the pilot as he settled into his chair. Gwyd didn’t exactly feel like climbing out to inspect the engine of the craft, or any of its systems. That would be time consuming and they were on a schedule.

Listening to the idle chatter behind him, Jon was filling Nicolette’s head with ideas of queens and pharaohs. The last thing she needed was to further believe she was queen of the world. Alex and Marcos had an exchange before he heard Marcos speaking with Bella. Her let his eyes focus on the holographic panels in front of him, monitoring some of the basic functions of the jet such as: engine output, temperature, and stress, artillery usage and levels, and radar systems. “Systems are green.” He told Nick who was preoccupied with entering coordinates for their destination. “She’s ready when you are.” He sat back in his chair, the metal rods bending to his will allowing him to relax. He welcomed the idea of warm sun and some tropical waters. Reminding himself it wasn’t a vacation and they had work to do his eyes scanned the panels in front of him again. Yes, things were good to go. Now they just had to leave.


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In the unusual shape of a sea horse, Isla Isabella was no doubt the largest island and perhaps the most beautiful in the Galápagos. Maybe even one of the most beautiful in the entire Pacific Ocean where it was located. It's landscape, lush and green with life; it's water; cool and still. One of the most noticeable features on the island were the six active volcanoes that boiled with temptation, the lava craving to be released from it's prison. Along the coast, if one peered close enough, they would find humpback whales rupturing the stillness of the pristine blanket of water. There were also signs of playful dolphins as well as stingrays, sharks, sea lions, and turtles found drifting listlessly in the oceanic paradise.

Tourist buzzed through the place like busy bees in a useless attempt to visit each prime location to fill their albums. The locals, as usual, felt the need to protect the natural habitat maintained obsessively. The cities were far and few between, consisting mostly of small port villages on the beach. The peaceful town was offset by something that didn't belong though. Barred off from the rest of the island, untouchable from the feeble hands of the common people and tourist, stood the expansive government complex that was soon to be the target of the team. Such a facility seemed almost out of place for such a beautiful island yet there it was…looming over hauntingly while it dared anyone to approach. One would think that the presence of the building would be questioned; alas, no one spoke of it.

Hidden from the eyes of most, lying just beneath the water, was an extension of the complex. The underwater dome was unreachable by any normal beings though which was why they placed another piece of the artifact there. Even if someone were brave enough to venture out towards the dome, there was still the guarded protection on the inside within the vast metallic hallways surrounded by the emptiness of the ocean.

As soon as the team landed their jet, accommodations had already been made for their stay at the island resort. They would be well taken care of, but this was by no means a vacation. Instead, time was to be spent scoping the area. By day; they simply posed as a tourist group from a school that happened to be on vacation. By night; they prepared to infiltrate the enigmatic facility in an attempt to collect three pieces of an archaic artifact. Only partially aware of the dangers awaiting inside. Maybe the armed military trained guards, the maze-like layout, laser grids, or endless hallways would not terrify them. The uncertainty as to where the artifacts were held and becoming a victim in the labyrinth, on the other hand, would.


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                          The nightfall brought an everlasting silence to the landscape. The only sounds that could be heard were the restless crash of the midnight surf against the rocks along with the eerie wind that rushed through the air. The weather, a much colder yet dry climate in during this time of the year, proved how much of a b***h mother nature was. The absence of the moon, appropriately labeled a new moon, meant that they could see nothing. With the exception, of course, of the lining of their suits which gleamed dully.

                          Nicolette's blonde tresses danced in the wind and her expression one of utter determination. Hundreds of meters below, she could hear the waves futilely crashing with anger. Her main concern wasn't the fall, but rather the time that danced so around merrily in her head. Oh how she despised time constraints. She recalled that it was already around one in the morning when they arrived at the complex so they had until the sun rose, or until they were captured, to complete their mission. The excessive amount of guards patrolling around meant there were much more on the interior. She would have summoned a thick misty fog to blanket the area, but that would have raised suspicion amongst the inhabitants of the complex. It was hopeful that efficiency was a common goal tonight. It was also suggested by the faculty that they split up into groups of two to ease their chances of getting caught. She was currently teamed with the toxic Dorian, a relatively interesting fellow with a dangerously enticing ability. While her main strength was a strategical mind, Dorian had a knack for technology; something in which she lacked severely.

                          Filled to the brim with curiosity for the wonders inside, she kneeled on a cliff top found directly near the western sector of the building clad in the body-skimming leather uniform provided by Devereux himself. While most of the girls decided upon the silly use of combat or flat boots for their respective uniforms, Nicolette opted for a high-heeled leather boot. Heaven's forbid that she looked horrible even in the heat of battle. She was not like other girls and that was evident from the story that Jon mentioned earlier. It lingered in her mind due to his mention of a few of her favorite words. After he had told her that on the jet, she had simply smirked and decided to address it after the mission. Always leave them wanting more.

                          Now, it was time to get this over with. As silent as an assassin, Nicolette slowly stood up only to close her eyes before releasing a quick sigh from her delicate lips. She ran on her high heeled boots for a bit before jumping off of the cliff. For the flimsiest of moments, as she gained the highest point in her leap, the blonde seemed to hover far above the swirling ocean as if gravity itself were pausing, considering whether to exert its weight on her or not. She thought of the coyote character in the old Road Runner cartoons - how many times he was left suspended and gasping in mid-air before plummeting to the bottom of a canyon. Still, as gravity decided not to make an exception for Nicolette. She started her plunging acceleration toward certain death, but she had one rather important advantage over the coyote - the weather was on her side. It was then that the wind intensified around her body suddenly to catch it's mistress. If only that coyote had trained at the academy, his whole career might have been very different.

                          The weather controller utilized the wind to fly down to the bottom of the cliff where Dorian, clearly being the first of the two people to go and who was also carried by her wind, currently stood. The landing strip was basically a platform that led to a walkway which opened up to a hidden entrance: a small hatch that provided entrance to the mail room of the facility. "I believe that is our way in, according to the instructions given to us by the faculty." she stated to the boy while motioning to the passage, her eyes squinting slightly to adjust to the darkness. Each team was given a set of instructions as to where the locations of the hidden entrances were, most of which were hatches. It was easily opened from the outside yet was spacious enough to fit large packages. Luckily it accommodated for their body size. She walked a little closer to open the hatch by a bit, but was then that she heard voices inside. She peered through it only to find two guards, uniformed and helmeted in black and, more worryingly, equipped with a large and probably well-serviced laser rifles. Both were discussing something while sitting on on a packing case. She hadn't planned for this, but it was the perfect time to strike. Letting the hatch handle fall back into place, she turned her head in the direction of the male. "By all means," she said calmly in a hushed voice, "I'm sure you'll dispatch of them quickly." she added while taking a few steps back from the hatch.


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When it's over, we can say, "Well done"☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢
But not yet, 'cause it's only begun☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢☢
So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones☢☢☢☢☢
To fight this thing, until we've won☢☢☢☢☢

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☢☢☢The night was curiously calm for the mission at hand, and Dorian, who was never comfortable handing his life over to another, found a moment of joy in the fall down to his current position. The wind was a wonderful cradle, and had it not been for the seriousness of the situation, he would have asked for another go. Instead, he trailed Nicolette to the mail room hatch with a child's excitement. After flying for so many hours, Dorian was grateful to be out of the jet, but he ultimately wished for some relaxation. That seemed hard to come by nowadays, and it didn't help things that Dorian was so rudely awakened to take part in the mission. So the mission was dire... if everyone got out safely with the goal met, he would take that jet back to the academy and take his day.

☢☢☢Informally addressed by the beautiful Tempest, Dorian raised his eyebrows and swiftly commented on the mail room hatch being one too large for a typical package. "This makes me glad I'm not claustrophobic, or we would undoubtedly have a problem getting me in there." Prior to approaching their tiny entrance to the facility, he had also noticed the number of walking patrol on the outside. It was no surprise to him that this room be guarded as well, but it was another roll of fortune that the amount of guards was so minimal. With a nod to Nicolette, he inhaled with quite a bit of strain as he pulled a rubber balloon from his jacket. He proceeded to inflate the balloon with his breath, trying to empty himself as much as possible so that any excess would not affect his partner. Holding the neck of the balloon closed, he opened the hatch and crawled in just far enough that he could release the balloon into the room. After doing so, he pulled out and closed the hatch gently. The sound of the balloon flying around the room was still audible, and it was accompanied by the footfalls of two very frazzled guards. All sounds ceased after it was clear that two bodies had made solid contact with the floor.

☢☢☢He gave the room a moment to clear up before inviting Nicolette through. He had gone through the hatch just as soon as he heard the men collapse, as he needed to disable them further before calling it safe. He was immune to all of his toxins, but he hadn't asked anyone else to risk themselves to do the same. "It looks like the schematics were accurate. This room was definitely full of men." Dorian removed his hand from the second guard's neck and stood up after he had made the remark, but his humor quickly dissipated to accommodate his concern to finish the mission - and they had only just begun. "What's next? It looks like they have a general communications center in here as well. That wasn't very bright," he had walked to the opposite side of the room to inspect the old-school-looking machine on the floor, and was greatly pleased to find that its programming was never truly updated. "Consider this hacked."
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Squealing, such an obnoxious noise to hear.. It was obvious that the hearing aides were still malfunctioning, and to this specific reason he chose to stay behind on the mission to get them fixed. Gloved fingertips lightly trailed along his aide less ears, dead silence was something he hated to experience and right now he was forced to sit and wait for the staff to figure out what was wrong with small items. Dark orbs stared at the gloved fingertips, as they placed themselves along audio speakers the beat cooling the growing anxiety resulting from the lack of noise. Wasn’t it understandable for him to be this concerned, or uneasy? Shizuki had grown so used to the noise he heard from being able to use the hearing aids, once that is taken away isn’t it justifiable that he is uncomfortable or afraid?

“…” The vibrations of the beats he felt from his fingertips seemed to run up the concealed arm, though a sudden handle along his shoulder caused the dark orbs to widen as he abruptly turned to see who had unknowingly snuck up on him. Oh, it had only been the person who was in charge of repairing his hearing aides, when he spoke Shizuki read his lips and what he had said didn’t relieve any of his anxiety. The Japanese Native had very profound hearing aides, the design was very complex and for now he was going to have to deal with complete silence for a while longer.

“…I understand, thank you.” The young man lowered his head in thanks before turning and placing the tips of his fingertips along the speakers once more. Releasing a slight sigh it was a moment before he decided to check up on the hearing aides but the whole process was so troublesome considering he couldn’t necessarily work well with the hand scans… The process was time consuming and would delay the actual repairing...Library--! Maybe a book or two would calm the growing anxiety within his very being.

He hadn’t realized how empty the place was while their were out on missions, pulling the dark glasses to his face he arched his back as he stretched. Lean fingertips casually traced along the frame of his ears, it was not often that he was able to allow his ears “to breath.” The electronic devices often hidden from sight in hopes of his team members not finding out there was something more different about him than just the power he possessed. Shizuki released a sigh as he allowed himself to sink into a chair, the dark eyes moving towards a bookshelf, considering to read a book but nothing really seemed interesting. Nope…All the young man wanted now was to hear the sounds around him, whether it was a bird chirping or an obnoxious belch… To Shizuki, all sounds were sacred.

Releasing a sigh the fingertips lightly pressed themselves against the ears, "I sure hope I get them back soon...” The dark orbs peering at the bookshelves behind the glasses lens, yep he had lost interest.. Maybe, maybe he'd just walk around then. Roughly ruffling his hair he found himself rising just mere minutes after he had sat down, “…How inconvenient.” The 'Peacemaker' gave a slight frown, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.



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The roar of the flaming waste disposal pits beckoned Juan's attention like the fires Olympus as he stared down into the inferno. Juan was now fully dressed in his uniform, the usual black leather but with a few variations. The leather of his entire uniform had been altered to increase it's dexterity for resistance against Jaun Man's inhuman strength, reduction of air friction to limit the build up of heat when moving at high speeds, yet remaining flexible for him to be as mobile as desired. Instead of a jacket he wore a sleeveless vest, with black gloves. As he eye'd the inferno he turned over his shoulder at Alex. "Just try to keep up, eh puto?" Juan teased with a smirk as he walked to the edge of the open hatch, being careful not to be swept out by the high winds. As they rounded over the side of one of the buildings. The south sector's wall was located directly facing the see with a steep drop of that would introduce anyone unfortunate enough to fall on the jacket rocks below. Facing toward Alex Juan gave a half salute as he leaned backwards dropping off of the jet.

"Don't fall behind maricon!"

The rushing winds caused the tails of Jon's braids to fly up past his face as he fell, the roar of the winds and fire mixed together sounded like their was an impending battle between two great beasts the size of mountains, preparing to set upon each other. Turning his body around so that he was facing the ocean Juan directed his himself towards the side of the wall. As he neared it he swung his body up in a crouched position preparing to touch his feet against the side of the wall. Suddenly the roar increased for a moment as the wind picked up around him, result of his energy's effect on the atmosphere around his body. An intense beige colored energy began to flow from his eye's like flames as trying to grab out at a moth and clip it's wings. Touching his foot against the side of the wall his fall suddenly stopped. Jon seemed to stop time completely for a brief juncture as his velocity completely reversed it's self. When his other foot came down the man speed up the side of the wall as if he had been shot out of a cannon, running back up towards the sky. As he ran up the side of the cliff the glow from his eye's from a distance made it appear as if their was a spirit quickly levitating it's self up the side of the concrete construct.

When he reached the top of the wall Juan switched his powers to affecting his mind. A quick scan over the area was all he needed in order to evaluate everything. There was a single door with two guard towers on each side, two snipers posted on each on lookout. On the ground there where two troops of a dozen guards casually walking around talking to each other in Spanish. The area wasn't too open due to a labyrinth of large generates lining the baseball diamond sized area leading to the entrance, so stealth was still possible with the absence of the over lookers. Their accent was different than his but Juan understood the discussion they where having to be about a girl showing her tits at a soccer game. Looking to both snipers on the tower he would play ball with the team for now and not cause a scene. Take out the snipers... First one, get behind him and smash the trachea...Second sniper will see it and attempt to raise alarm, get to him quickly and sever the spinal cord with confiscated machete... The thoughts stuck in his head as he switched his powers back to being physical, touching down on the ledge facing the cliff. Kicking off of it, Jon seemed to disappear as he bolted through the air landing inside the first tower behind the guard.


Grabbing the guard by his throat he grabbed him by the throat and quickly closed his hand causing the man's windpipe to explode. The man fell to the ground, his face scrunched in pain as he reached for his neck to quell his agony, gurgling up blood bubbles. Releasing him Juan grabbed the man's machete from his waist and turned his head towards the other sniper with a smile. The man's facial muscles began to contort very slowly from Jon's perspective as he prepared to raise alarm. Perching up on the side of the tower like a Hawk Jon kicked off over it, darting through the air, holding the machete with both hands behind him crouched like a charging samurai. When he reached the snipers stoop he stabbed the knife into the man's throat muffling the brief yelp that escaped his mouth. The machete went through the man's neck and pierced his spinal cord dead center killing him immediately. Crouching down low so that he wasn't seen he looked the machete over deciding that he liked it, grabbing this snipers machete in leaving the blood covered one, being sure to take it's holster. Staying poised he waited for Alex to get one of the keys so that they could get inside.

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                                    User ImagexxThe sounds of the island's wildlife added to the eerie, yet beautiful forest where the boys journeyed through. The trees of the forest were enormous and their branches were heavy with leaves that they provided little light from the moon for the boys. Just small cracks allowed a bit of light in to guide Jolt and Aurum to the eastern sector. A flashlight would ne the greatest help at this moment, but it was too risky. Jolt preferred to have the element of surprise. "Remind me to order some night vision goggles when we arrive back to the mansion." he said to Aurum, his partner for the mission. Jolt was content that Aurum had chose to team up with him. They already have worked together since Jolt was pilot and he was co-pilot of Warhawk(which the two had left under branches and leaves). Even with flying a jet, they made an incredible team.
                                    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bright beams and the order calls of guards meant that the two metahumans had finally reached the eastern sector. Jolt kneeled down behind a shrub as one of the beams scanned upon the forest and then moved to light up a different area. His electric blue eyes observed the outside conditions of his mission. He felt foolish for having some hope for an easy task. Five guards covered up the side of the sector the boys faced and Jolt guessed that there would be five more on every other side of the sector as well. "Heavily guarded. What facility is this again?" Jolt whispered to Aurum. All he could remember was that the facility was labeled as the 'eastern sector'. Usually, the facilities he was ordered to raid were research facilities, but this one looked a lot more like a prison. High stone walls decorated with barbed wires. Watch towers with search lights on each corner of the sector and certainly packed with more guards. "By the looks of it, ten bucks that our artifact is definitely in there." Jolt grinned. He already felt success at his fingertips. With such tight patrol, there was no way the guards were on duty just because. Either Jolt and Aurum's artifact was locked away somewhere in there or the other metahuman pairs were already captured and the other facilities had sent out an alert call. He hoped it was the first choice.
                                    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The five guards stood on the side that the boys faced rotated. One scanned the east, another scanned the west, then the group switched positions again. Jolt took a closer view at the guards' weapons. This was a facility for the government, therefore, the guards were obviously military trained with military guns. And his assumption was correct. "The bottom guards weild M26s mounted on M4 carbines." Jolt informed Aurum. Knowledge from the days his father bragged about his times in the army and guns he displayed as trophies in his tool shed. "The barrels, I assume, are filled with twelve guage shotshells. They're huge shells, so they pack one hell of a ultimate hurt." he warned his partner, but over thought his warning to him. "Then again, you wouldn't have a problem with that right, Tin Man?" he joked and grinned again before his electric blue eyes left Aurum to observe the guards on the watch towers. He didn't have a good view of them from where he was, but he knew that guards on a higher level were snipers. Piece of cake. Snipers could take out any intruder in a single, perfected head shot, but Jolt was not any intruder. With his electricity that charged from his fingertips, he could paralyze them in a single shock. Killing humans or any being in particular was against Jolt's moral code. He would not be any different from the nation that fought against metahumans if he did. "No doubt that the top ones are snipers." then a plan lit Jolt up. "There isn't any oher way in without being caught by the guards. I say you take on the bottom and I take the top? Unless you want to pull a Mission Impossible by dropping down into the sector with ropes tied onto us." Jolt hoped Aurum wouldn't go Tom Cruise on him and decide to give the government a good beating. He knew that the two, like the rest of the guys in his metahuman team, lived for fights even though they were out-matched. There was no way the two would leave the guards without a nasty purple bruise.
                                    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Jolt made his way over behind a tree. His eyes landed on the watch tower on the left corner. "If we just storm in on this side, we would only have to deal with a couple of guards." That was still a good plan. He didn't want to blow their cover up just yet. He figured when upon attacking the watch tower, he would have to be quick so the the watch tower on the other corners would not notice him. "How's your throwing arm?" Electric blue eyes shot back at Aurum with a smile. Jolt was quite the daredevil. With Aurum's ability to manipluate metal, he can transform his skin into an organic steel, granting great strength. Jolt had used Aurum's technique to throw him onto a higher level in the simulation room. It was a lot like baseball with Aurum being the pitcher and Jolt being the baseball. He's been wanting to use that team work outside of the simulation room. "Make it so I could be able to land on the roof of the watch tower, alright?"

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but give it freely to rescue those in peril.


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At Bella's question of how he saw her, Marcos gave a weak smile. Weak mainly because the meds hadn't kicked in yet. " I don't sleep much lately. I saw you walking towards the lake so I only assumed." It was then that the ship regained power and they were officially on their way.

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The days leading up to the mission were filled with tourism, scouting and fun in the sun. The nights, for Marcos at least, were spent with a lot of time on the computer researching and strategical planning. Some with Nicolette, some with his partner Adrienne, and some with just whoever happened to be awake. Never really needing to sleep more than a half hour he was a perfect companion for those who may have had trouble sleeping their normal routines. Those who had been spent time with him, however, noticed Marcos getting increasingly more nervous and on edge as the day to the mission drew closer.

Maybe it was the fact that the mission was so large in scale, maybe it was because they had so little information on why this mission was so important, or maybe it was that the constant lack of sleep was taking a psychological toll on him that no one had expected. If asked he wouldn't have been able to give an answer, but it became increasingly clear that his worry for his teammate's was a contributing factor. At the suggestion of first Alex and then the others he slept most of the day of the mission. Once he awoke he felt much calmer and in control. Privately he was happy with the realization that he felt safe enough with his team to know he could sleep and that they would protect him. Now, hopefully, all the planning he'd done over the past several nights would help to protect all of them.

Dressed all in the traditional black both he and Adrienne made their way through several acre's of trees to reach the mail hatch. The heavy forest was filled with trip wires and cameras to catch any intruder, but they were not a problem for the pair. The path had been tested several times by himself to find the most optimal route, but this was the farthest that he was able to plan. Once inside they would be flying blind until they could find a map of the interior, or at least find a computer. Carrying his metal briefcase he silently opened the hatch and peered inside. "Looks like no one's inside. I'll drop in first and make sure."

Passing off the edge of the hatch to his partner, Marcos grabbed both edges of the ladder and placed his feet on the outer edges so he could slide down. The first thing he noticed was how everything was so metallic, certainly one of his teammates would find this knowledge beneficial. After a quick look around he motioned for Adrienne to follow after him and he slowly made his way over to a door with no light seeming through the opening at the bottom. It was clearly not a room of major importance because the lock was the simple key kind and not more sophisticated. Smiling, he pulled out a lock-pick and began working on getting it open. He focused on being as quiet as possible and not worrying too much on the amount of time it would take. He trusted his partner enough to make them appear like mosquitoes or something if anyone approached. Technically it wouldn't have been impossible for him to just change in the hallway because of this, but he didn't want to force Adrienne to use her powers needlessly and he didn't want to risk a group entering the hallway leaving the pair with no room to maneuver.

In a minute the lock came loose and the door swung open for them both to enter. He flashed her a smile and walked in. Instead of a simple closet it appeared to be some sort of chemical storage room. There were larger plastic and metal containers meant to hold large quantities of the harmless base chemicals as well as what looked like refrigerators, which gave off a slight glow that was enough to see by, to do the same thing but at lower temperatures. There was more than enough room for the two of them walk around, but Marcos was already getting to work once Adrienne had closed the door.

User Image"Well step one was easy enough, although it only gets harder from here." He unclasped the locks on the briefcase and started to quickly pull out everything in a practiced motion. Once the clothes and boots were set he unzipped the side of his black leather uniform and slipped it off. He was unaware as to whether Adrienne was watching him, but unless she said something he would be going through the motions as if she wasn't even there. His first task was to strip down to his boxers. He had opted to forgo the specialized armor that the rest of his teammates were wearing because of the level of authority that he would be impersonating. It wasn't often that you saw a non-combat higher up wearing armor inside an already secure facility.

His body may not have been overly muscular like some of the others on the team, but it was toned to perfection. It would seem, and it would be true, that there was barely any fat on his body beyond what was needed to make his face and other features seem normal. Beyond that, everything else was muscle, although if Adrienne was looking then he knew that would barely register as noticeable in comparison to the state of his back and the sides of his torso. During the time that the group spent on the beach, Marcos would have kept a shirt on at all times, but only now it would be clear why. All along his back would be literally thousands of scars protruding from what would normally appear to be perfectly smooth skin. The natural result of him taking the injuries of others, it was the type of thing that one might realize that it would make sense for him to have, but never really notice when dealing with him day to day. All of these scars would create an elaborately decorated cross with the only untouched spot down his spine. One would imagine that these scars would pull at his skin and inhibit his movement, but as his arms pulled and stretched the skin on his back, the scars rippled and flowed, like little boats on an ocean tide.

The only other major thing that would be noticed would be that there would be bandages wrapped along his forearm. Even with the light available it would be clear that they would be stained red and concealing several deep, fresh cuts in his skin. The bandages would be tight and it would be clear from how Marcos didn't even flinch as he moved that he had taken several painkillers before the mission began.

His transition into his military uniform would be rather rapid and only take him, at most, three minutes from the moment that he had stripped off the black leather one to the point where he finished tying the laces of his boots. He put the final touches to his attire by holstering the pistol and the ammo into the compartments on his belt and by attaching the military ID card, to the front pocket of the jacket. From this point he placed the old suit into the suitcase, made sure that all the items he needed were in the pockets of his current uniform and slid the case behind one of the refrigerators.

"You ready to get this over with?"


<<Edit to add the blood stained bandages on his arms and that the scars on his back and sides are somewhat fluid when he moves.>>

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                                        The Galapagos, Adrienne had come to realize, was a beautiful place. Sure, it looked just peachy in photographs and movies. But, honestly, how many places of that sort ever turned out to be as gorgeous as they were portrayed to be? Despite the lovely surroundings, Adrienne managed to keep the mission her main priority. Her days, leading up to the mission, had been filled with walking along the coastline and collecting seashells, talking to natives about all sorts of things, relaxing on the beach, and devoting her free thoughts to possible methods for the up-coming mission. Granted, there had been the occasional, inadvertent pick-pocketing . . . but it was quite limited. It was almost frightening, really, how blissfully unaware of such things people seemed to be. For instance, Adrienne had bumped into one tourist, one day -- in doing so, she had "accidentally" slid that beautiful gold watch right off of her wrist . . . and met no repercussions. These sorts of things were just what Adrienne kept from her teammates, and did her best to not think about. It was considerably difficult to not do so, however, when such shiny things all but whispered to you from the locked drawer in your hotel room.

                                        While the days had been luxurious and peaceful, the nights didn't seem to be all that different. Adrienne had spent a majority of her time slinking around in the darkness, traveling around the island and inspecting various pathways. She wanted to know the best access routes to anything and everything -- that "secret" facility for sure, at the very least. She would have been caught once or twice, thanks to her curiosity, had it not been for her ability to quickly disguise herself as someone or something else. Sleep, as obnoxious as it had seemed back at the mansion, it seemed to be even more bothersome at such a beautiful place . . . and with so much to do. Though she quite detested it, she knew better than to deprive herself of sleep, as that would likely do nothing for her health of safety; she had dedicated at least four hours every day for, at the bare minimum, a nap. But, of course, sleeping soundly was much easier said than done . . . especially with the mission lying ahead. There seemed to be so much at stake, and so few things known. One of the many things which Adrienne simply would not stand for was being kept a mushroom -- that is to say, kept in the dark of things and fed s**t. But, of course, she grinned and tolerated it. Made due with what she had and then managed to politely throw it in their faces just how much she had been able to accomplish with so little.

                                        Fortunately for her somewhat impatient state of mind, the night of the mission arrived at long last . . . neither a moment too soon nor late. Adrienne might have gotten an odd look or two, due to her attire, but she hadn't really noticed, with her thoughts focused solely on the mission. Whereas the others seemed to be dressed in bulky armor as though they would be taking rounds from bazookas, Adrienne wore considerably lightweight attire -- a pair of black slacks and heels matched with a black and white corset top. And it wasn't until she was walking around outside with her designated partner, Marcos, that she noticed he too was dressed much lighter than the others. The two were able to travel along one path in particular with considerable ease, as they had both been scouting out the area in the previous days. Sure, the trip wires and cameras seemed threatening, but both remained vigilant and slipped by like the air. And, in the situations where cameras were not avoidable, Adrienne had no trouble masking their appearances as nothing more than flies. She was quite pleased with her gift, as it seemed to be based solely on the creativity of her own mind. Not to mention that it proved to be considerably useful.

                                        Before too awfully long, Medic and Mirage reached the hatch which would be used to gain access to their designated sector; the northern sector. The doll-like woman was ready to just jump right on in, throwing caution to the wind, when Marcos suggested that he drop down first and make sure that there wasn't anyone there. With a small half-frown, she waited somewhat patiently until her partner popped up briefly and waved her down. Climbing down the ladder with ease, she pulled the hatch shut after her -- though, admittedly, it had been quite tempting to leave it open; after all, how amusing would it be to leave the hatch open and have someone stumble over it and fall inside? Perhaps it was just Adrienne's odd sense of humor, though. Following alongside Marcos as they traveled down the hall, the illusionist took careful note of her metallic surroundings. It just screamed, "Hit me!" Despite the temptation, Adrienne kept her hands folded in front of her as she walked along. While her actions were quite ordinary, they might have been considered bold considering the situation; what if someone saw them? Have no fear! The wonderful illusions of the marvelous Mirage had the situation all wrapped up! To anyone who wasn't Marcos or Adrienne, they would appear as nothing more than mere gnats loose in the high-security place. She had it set so that they could still look to one another and not see a gnat, but a guard or passing scientist wouldn't see two quite out of place individuals.

                                        They hadn't been walking along for all that long, it seemed, when they came to stop at a door. Keeping her hands folded before her, she watched curiously as Marcos fiddled with the lock and a lock-pick. While she had been quite tempted to challenge him, as to who could get the door open more quickly, she refrained from going so. Without the aid of the pick-pocket, Marcos had the door opened within due time and the two were shut inside. Adrienne had been in the midst of turning about, admiring the room, when she noticed, with brief panic, that her partner had begun to strip. I don't believe that that was the sort of mission we were sent on . . . She mused inwardly, somewhat alarmed. Nonetheless, she directed her attention away from Marcos and moved to admire a glowing flask of a purple substance. The doll tilted her head to a side, ever so slightly, and seemed to enter a sort of trance. "How awful of these people to leave such beautiful, yet potentially dangerous, substances lying out in the open." She remarked aloud, in a soft tone, in something of a whine. Really, didn't they realizing how tempting it was to toy around with such beautiful chemicals?

                                        With a slight shake of her head, she stole a glance over her shoulder, so as to check on whether or not Marcos had finished changing. Be it fortunate or not, he wasn't. From where she was, the illusionist could note a few interesting things about him. To begin with, there were the scars on his back. Adrienne, almost always one to worry about those around her, made something of a pained expression as she noticed them. This did not last all that long, however, as she began to notice how the scars moved with Marcos. Rather than stretching with him or something to that effect, they danced around like little puppets. Curioser and curioser. The next thing she noted were the muscles on her partner. To this, the doll became somewhat confused. In all of their time on the gorgeous island, she had not once seen him without a shirt to cover himself. He clearly wasn't all that shy, as he seemed to have no problem whatsoever stripping down in front of her to his boxers. But, it wasn't like he wasn't well-built, either. Deciding not to dwell on that for too long, her eyes moved to his arms, where they stopped to notice the bloodied bandages. Adrienne made a brief, horrified expression at this sight. She had even gotten so far as to opening her mouth, in order to question it, before she thought better of it. Hesitantly, she closed her mouth and averted her eyes, dropping them to the ground before it became much more evident that she had been, more or less, looking at him as he changed.

                                        Thankfully, there was not much time between then and when Marcos spoke up. Assuming he had become decent at this point, Adrienne spun around lightly on her heel to face her partner. Noting the militaristic uniform with a slight smile, she gave a nod of both approval and assurance, in response to his attire and his question. "If you are, of course." She said with a faint grin. It was as she noted his attire that she caught sight of the ID badge. As though she had been struck by something, the illusionist patted the pockets on her pants with mild worry. Within a moment or so, relief set in as she came to note a rectangular object attached to a sort of clip. Pulling out the clip and the rectangle, she attached it to her pants pocket with a mischievous smile. For the time being, it appeared as nothing more than a mere ace of spades from an average deck of playing cards. Nothing all that remarkable about it to anyone, really. At least, not yet. As soon as she set foot in front of someone else or a camera, however, it would magically "transform" into an ID card with her picture on it, claiming that she was a sort of chemist for the military -- and she would have no problem whatsoever with lying through her teeth, claiming to have been transferred to the facility only recently. Of course, that was only if need be. Hopefully the two wouldn't encounter all that much trouble along the line, though. Adrienne didn't much enjoy having to lie. "I don't believe we ever came up with a team-name." The illusionist noted, suddenly, as she redirected her attention to Marcos. Despite the comment, which seemed to be a joke, the doll was quite serious about this topic. Or, at least, she seemed to be. Hey, how were they supposed to accomplish anything if they couldn't take care of something as simple as a team-name?


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The jet ride had gone smoothly as always and Alex slept like a baby throughout all of it. A better rest than he had gotten in a long time, actually. His awakening took place only twenty minutes prior to the drop to the island. Going over his mission quickly, he tried to think of easier ways to accomplish objectives and how his powers could compliment Jon's. Alex was once titled the "greatest weapon delivery system" in terms of placing the right tool, weapon or object in the right place at the right time. Looking at the schematics of the facilities Alex thought about how he could do just that. Of course one drawback to his power was that it only moved him. It did not change his motion or direction. The last time he entered a free fall without a parachute was a dangerous and painful experience that he did not ever want to repeat.

Unlike his invincible rival, Alex could not take a landing like that, so different tactics would have to be used. Looking out the back of the plane where Jon had just jumped, Alex spotted his LZ. Jon was to remove the snipers for both tactical reasons and so that Alex's landing would not be seen. Equipped with a parachute, the mutant fell backwards out of the jet, hand on the chute release pin. Though the jet was moving as slow as it could, he had speed to compensate for. Disappearing into the rushing air, the jumped appeared a mere forty feet above his LZ, traveling at such speeds one might even think he was a large bomb. A parachute quickly deployed and pulled on him. The speed of his horizontal approach was enough to keep him up in the air for a bit and by the time he actually hit the ground he was at running speed. Catching the ground he ran while stripping himself of the parachute. Looking up at the towers to see if he had been spotted, he saw that Jon was well in control of the problem.

Looking around, Alex soon spotted his own personal objective: a small building which overlooked the more open area of the complex, sitting mainly as a watch post for the guards to report to. The keys to the inner most facilities resided there with the watch chief. Jon could bust through just about anything, or Gwydion could separate metal locks, but these keys were a bit more complex and useful-- They were clearance cards and didn't set off an alarm as the heavier, bolted doors they unlocked opened. With a smirk, Alex was gone and on the roof of the objective building. Looking around, he saw a small fan covered with a grating covering both sides, allowing a shallow view to the inside. With another jump Alex was inside the building in a room full of six guards. Alex was crouched as he got a quick look around the room, like he was trained to do when jumping into unkown territory. The room was surrounded with various surveillance equipment like TV screens, radios and six open-mouthed guards. All at once, it seemed the guards quickly realized what was going on and reached to draw their weapons. Two were armed with rifle and the rest were armed with pistols. Most, however, had been relaxing and sitting down so it gave Alex a slight advantage in that situation.

Alex's fighting style relied heavily on his power, quickly jumping and putting a finger on the guard's rifle, jumping away with it. Landing on the roof he jumped back down into the room and removed the other guard's rifle, jumping to place it on the roof. For the guards with pistols he repeated the process and did his best to appear behind them so they wouldn't fire their weapons in hopes of hitting Alex. The process repeated until Alex had thoroughly disarmed the guards of their loud pistols and rifles and proceeded to jump around the room, placing hard kicks, punches, elbow and knee strikes to seemingly defenseless foes. Some guards even struck each other trying to hit the mutant who could seemingly vanish into thin air. Holding the last guard in a chokehold, he jumped with the man to place him on the floor so he couldn't struggle any more. The man desperately reached for anything that could save him while trying to pull Alex off. "Shh. It's okay. I'm not going to kill you, you're just going to sleep. You'll be fine. Shhh-h-h-h." Alex told the man calmly. It was strange how saying that always seemed to make the guards give in a bit as the man loosened his grip and Alex could get a tighter grip around his neck. The man soon went limp and Alex let off the pressure.

After using the guard's cuffs to handcuff each person, Alex searched each one and soon found a strange wallet that had a whole assortment of clearance cards. Finding the one that his brief had stated to bring, he stuffed the wallet of cards into his pocket. Removing any cuff keys from the guards he placed into into a locker and made sure to lock each one. Unlike some of his team-members, Alex had moral obligations not to kill his enemies unless they left him no other choice. To him, they were unarmed in the sense of even being able to fight back and hence he couldn't kill them and live with himself. Of course, restraining them in a wall locker might be leaving them for dead, but he wasn't about to have one of them wake up while the mission was still going. His objective in hand, Alex looked out of the building's main window and saw the two sniper towers, Jon's objective. Eventually spotting his team-mate, Alex jumped away to be next to Jon on the tower. "I've got the cards, let's find out whats inside." Alex stated, before poking Jon.

While an odd gesture, it allowed Alex to associate with his mass easier and mentally select it to come with him in his jump. The other method would mean bringing the ground they stood on with them and selecting him that way, but that would mean even more mass to bring with them and heavy metal wasn't Alex's favorite thing to bring with him. Thus Alex held a silent criticism about why Jon brought frivolous things like his DEagle and the machete. In an instant the two were gone in nothing more than a gust of wind. Their new surroundings were that of the large security door that led to the more guarded sections of the complex and, if their intel was correct, the artifact or even a clue as to where it was. Pulling out the card-wallet, Alex flipped through to find the red card with a simple 7 on the face of it. Swiping the card though the reader next to the door, the device gave a friendly chirp. The sound of bolts moving occurred as the door unlocked itself and slowly opened to reveal the passageway behind it. "After you." Alex stated with a smirk.


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The turn of events rapidly stunned the Japan native. Being handed a working set of hearing aides, placing them in his ears he heard the news he‘d be quickly joining the others. With that he only had moments to prepare himself, grabbing a dark beanie and placing it over the hearing aides before giving a hesitant nod and loading himself in a smaller jet and take and taking off. His job was to sneak into the facility, and set off a huge distraction and then try to meet up with to the others. The bleach blonde gave an uneasy sigh, how would he infiltrate the facility? “I’ll do my best.” Shizuki was used to making distractions, and he was excellent at avoiding and eluding others. After all, he had to evade others in able to use his attacks, he was trained to infiltrate unnoticed.

He was quick to come up with several scenarios, he would go inside the upper level walls and place ‘marks’ along the outer walls of the facility. Shizuki unfortunately had no physical strength, all he could do was explode now the question he had to ask him was how to get around all the guards solo. He could either be a distraction himself, causing them to chase after his elusive self while others have time to get each artifact, but the whole situation was incredibly risky for not only him but for the outcome of the mission…If Shizuki was caught then it would make things incredibly inconvenient for his team, and that just wasn’t acceptable.

The solution: he wouldn’t be caught. It was as simple as that. He would need to infiltrate silently, and then let all hell break loose.

They would lower him in a batch of trees off to the side, and there he would jump out and make his way towards the closest building. Avoiding lights, guards, and any source of detection. Wearing all black he would stick to the shadows, and do what he was meant to do. Cause Chaos and Confusion.

With that his face was painted black, everything about him was dark and elusive as he silently stepped out of the lowered jet. Dark eyes went upwards as he watched his only source of stability leave him to do his thing. Alright. It was the deaf man’s turn to blow up as much as possible. Piece of cake. Covered fingertips gripped wooden branches as he lowered himself to the ground, he was almost like an animal the legs bent and the fingertips spread evenly apart as he balanced himself. The dark orbs looked around the area, watching the pattern of the lights he would have to avoid. Alright. Who knew that the security on the outside seems so….Poor. Dark eyes squinted as he quickly ran towards the building, maneuvering around light sources in a ‘low to the ground’ manner. With his back against the wall he paused, listening for any signs of movement heading in his direction. Excellent, he hadn’t been noticed.

Immediately he pulled the glove from his right hand, silently he firmly placed the palm and fingertips along the wall in several separate areas as he ran along the wall. The placements would leave numerous holes in the wall, with that he had set up the first explosion but he was not ready to set it ablaze. Pulling the glove over the fingertips he quickly made his way to another sector, pausing and waiting for the correct time to run. Overly cautious, and not quick to rush into things he was the last person who would purposely give away his position.

One sector down, he would “mark” another sector before considering setting them ablaze. Why? Because if two or three buildings were to suddenly get attacked rather than one it would increase the chaos and surprise factor. He abruptly halted, barely stepping into a sudden path of light, holding his breath he stood firmly still until he could move once more. Abruptly he pulled the glove from his hands and rapidly touched the walls as he silently ran along the building. Gloving the hand he speedily went into the brush, he had been given a communication source but wasn’t truly aware if other members of their team had gotten any way to receive whatever he would say into the device. Either way, he had to let them know which sector walls was going to explode.

“Eastern and Northern Sector’s outer walls has been marked for explosion. They will be blown in three, two…one.” Code name: Peacemaker spoke quietly into the small device and immediately after saying ‘one’ he snapped his fingers. The grass beneath him shook as the outer walls exploded open, he had chosen these specific sectors for a reason, they appeared to be the most valuable at least that is why he had chosen the specific buildings. “Western and Southern sector are next on my list…goodluck” With that he adjusted the receiving device along the hearing aids and turned the volume incredibly low. He couldn’t allow his position to be given away, lowering himself he quickly left the area that would be boosting with activity. If he were to remain there for too long, he might be found.



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Aurum had hardly been out of the country before he journeyed to the Academy. True being a Detroit native, Canada was right around the corner, but living in Michigan, Windsor hardly counted as another country. So the awe of his natural surroundings was rather well hidden, but ever present. A tropical environment was new and interesting to him, and given the chance to explore was equally exciting. But, as night fell the stress of the mission was starting to creep up on him. The idea of the missions was nothing new, but going into it without additional briefing about what they were up against was. It was rare that they didn’t have schematics and detailed breakdowns of every step of the way. It was nice to have the chance to really shine, but the chance of utter and complete failure was gut-wrenching. Death was the least of their worries, capture and experimentation was more concerning.

Trying his best to keep heavy boots silent as he walked was made easier by the fact that the ground was so naturally moist. His hulking mass wasn’t exactly utilized well for stealth and covert operations; however, running in with guns blazing wasn’t going to be the best strategy either. He ducked around some hanging braches making an effort not to let one hit him in the face in the dull light. Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy but it was far from enough to properly see. “We might have been better equipped if they had briefed us further.” He replied to Jolt’s comment about night vision goggles. It wasn’t that they were ill prepared, but having some extra gadgets would have been welcomed. They could probably make some sort of light if they wanted to; charge a piece of metal to make something like a battery. Light would draw the attention of on lookers though, so trudging in the dark had to do.

At the edge of the forests, lights sprang up in the distance. The sprawling facility lay before them, apparently slumbering but alive just the same. Stepping behind a sizeable tree as search lights dusted over the edge of the vegetation he peered towards the facility. Armored guards were perched upon stations of the upper and lower decks of the shell of the facility. “It’s an American military complex. From what I understand its home to an array of different facilities. I’m guessing each sector has its own specialization.” He whispered back to his partner. Noting the loops of barbed wire at the top of concrete walls he frowned. “Look out towers and barbed wire. Seems like they don’t want something getting out rather than getting in.” He remarked.

Listening as Jolt described the weapons each one held tightly in their hands he nodded. “Don’t worry. They won’t fire.” Already, he was working towards making their time within the facility easier as he silently manipulated the barrels of the weapons from a distance. No weight or size adjustments, simply sealing over the barrel. The adjustment would cause a cataclysmic backfire if anyone tried to fire the weapon. Even if they did manage to fire, if they were regular rounds he wouldn’t have an issue stopping or deflecting them. “Tin man?” He repeated. “I like to think I’m stronger than tin.” He countered lightly with a smirk.

He listened to Jolt’s suggestion about how to enter carefully. “Well, we don’t have any rope and I’ve never been a real fan of Tom Cruise.” He nodded. “That works for getting in, but once we’re there, we’ll have to meet up. Once you’re inside, I think if you short out their power circuits we’d have an edge. Destroy the reserve power units too. I can still open the doors no problem without power. The only thing we’ll really have to worry about is the battery powered emergency lights, they usually aren’t hard wired into the system.” He flexed his arms preparing for the execution of their entry. “I’m guessing the artifact is going to be in the heart of the facility. So, once we silence these guards, we’ll meet up to head there.” He nodded.

“Ready to fly without the jet?” He crouched down and interlaced his fingers together to make a step for Jolt. His team mate rushed forward and using the momentum, he quite literally flung Jolt upward, controlling his muscles to allow for the most thrusting force behind the movement. The watch tower was rather tall, and he only hoped that Jolt had enough momentum to easily reach the tower, also balancing the fact that if he threw Jolt too hard, he would completely miss. Physics at its finest. After making sure Jolt didn’t come crashing back down Aurum turned his attention on the lower platform of the tower. The guns were already disabled, but the guards weren’t.

Dealing with the barbed wire was easy, it smoothed overly nicely as he quickly scaled the wall. Dropping down in front of surprised guards, their guns were immediately crunched without as much as lifting a finger. As he slid the metal staffs out from their holsters on his back they fluidly turned into chains. Flinging them outwards, they wrapped around the neck of two guards respectively. With a quick squeeze the guards were unconscious, but not dead. He dispatched of the third in a similar fashion and quickly pat down their bodies for entry key cards. He let himself into the tower and hoped that Jolt would be on his way down.


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                          She stared blankly as soon as she witnessed Tox pull out a balloon. She thought that he might have been joking to have an item of such ridiculousness on him at such a time. When she told him to take care of the guards, she hadn't meant to entertain them with balloon animals. Once she saw him blow into the balloon, she caught on to what was going on. A smirk appeared on her face; an expression that usually signaled her satisfaction. The man quickly released it into the hatch then made his way into the room. A heeled boot tapped the ground incessantly while the woman who it belonged to glanced upwards toward the sky; her bedazzling steel blue eyes inspecting each cloud that she came across. Although Nicolette wasn't an anxious person, she often found that the foot-tapping was an effectual method of passing time during bouts of boredom; however, to others it probably signaled some form of a nervous habit. The fools were clearly too quick to judge since anyone could see that nervousness was not apart of her nature. Enigmatic as always, she never cared to enlighten them deciding that it was never wise to indulge too much about oneself.

                          Luckily she didn't have to wait too long since her teammate fulfilled his duty successfully. As soon as she received the signal that the room was clear of both guards and the man's deadly toxins, the blonde wasted no time in maneuvering her way through the hatch. Her movements were similar to that of a cat, agilely slinking it's way through obstacles with a hint of sultry flair. Soon she nimbly landed on the ground with both feet before taking a moment to fix her hair. While doing so, Nicolette peered around the room to take in any details that could be of use to her. "Excellent job." she stated promptly stepping over one of the limp bodies as though it was a disgusting piece of contagious filth. She wasn't sure if they were asleep or dead…neither did she care to be truthful.

                          Ignoring his attempt at humor, she took note that Tox wasted no time in making his way to the machine while intensely typing. He was certainly putting his skills to use on this mission. "Hacked? To what extent?" she asked curiously, strutting over toward the communications machine he was toying with. Sure this was no time for questions, but if hacking this counsel was to assist them then she would need to know how it would. During the pause that ensued when she waited for a response, it was in that moment that an explosion could be heard in the distance. The source was unknown to Nicolette though. It hadn't affected the sector she was currently in, but there was no doubt that it was close.

                          "Idiots." she muttered. She closed her eyes only to rub her temples, slowly shaking her head in annoyance. It was inevitable that someone would screw it up, but she hadn't thought that it would have been so soon. The blonde regained her composure quickly to address Tox. "I'm sure it's a fun little toy to play with, but shall we continue?" she asked rhetorically, proceeding towards the door in an efficient fashion.

                          In the silent room they were currently situated in, the woman heard a radio-like static noise coming from one of the bodies on the ground; her body froze momentarily as though time itself had stopped. It didn't take her long to realize that the noise was coming from handheld transceiver strapped to the unconscious man's belt similar in appearance to a walkie-talkie. The sound stopped before returning, this time accompanied by a grainy voice. "Alert: Guard 0073. Head toward sectors 4 and 13" she overheard the man over the device mention in a grunt causing the girl to lean closer, "There's been reports of a disturbance of some kind." he added briefly as the broadcast ended. Nicolette kneeled near the bodies with look of disgust as she attempted to search the man for something she could use. "As soon as they discover whatever that noise was, it won't be long before they sound the alarm." she informed Dorian, maneuvering her hands in the unconscious body only to pull out a card and snatch it off, "And when that happens, these guards are going to be swarming the place on high alert. The faculty mentioned the threat of their black-masked elite guards. I wouldn't put it beneath them to kill on sight." she added hesitantly as she placed it around her neck.

                          "0073, come in, 0073. We'll need a status report on your area." she heard before leaving the room. The lack of a response from certain guards as well as the explosion was enough to cause the worst to happen: a siren blared loudly and red lights began to flash. The alarm was set off.

                          "We have to get to that artifact." she stated to Tox. She was welcomed by the sounds of machinery when she left the room. This was clearly the shipping facility sector since it resembled a large warehouse. There had been large containers lining in aisles, machines moving through the area, and cranes lifting the crates to put on a series of fast moving conveyor belts that overlapped. It reeked of rust, but the most intimidating feature was not even of the heavy metal compactor that pounded the defected materials into nothing, but rather the guards that strolled the place. Now that the alarm was blaring, it had been more hectic than usual. Sneaking around a corner, her gaze had been met with an armed guard whose face was masked by a black fabric. The upper level guards were now on the prowl due to the high alert. Not having much time to register a proper strategy, she quickly outstretched her arm toward the man who aimed his gun at her. While an incandescent glow suddenly appeared around her hand, she channeled the ambient electromagnetism in the atmosphere through her body to generate a blast of sheet lightning. She then discharged the concentrated surge in the man's direction. His body was severely burned and it was likely that he was already bleeding to death internally. It was never wise to underestimate the power of a high voltage charge.

                          Lightning wasn't the most silent attack so she wasn't sure what the repercussions would be. Then again, it wouldn't make too much of a difference since red sirens illuminated probably every room; casting a scarlet shade throughout the entire complex. Nicolette heaved a few times before turning on her heels. Channeling and creating weather effects inside was always a taxing feat. Thinking back to the floor plan, she addressed Tox again. "We'll have to make it out of this warehouse on the other side of the room to enter the corridor which is likely to be filled. From there, it's about three floors before we get to the vault. I'm not sure what's waiting for us there..." she said in a hushed tone. Not everything was planned out so they'd have to rely on their wits. Hopefully, he was still on board.


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He pulled his glove from his hand once more, touching random trees and objects, he would have the majority of them follow the explosions and then he would abruptly stop his actions. Turning off his hearing aide he stood up to his full height and ran along trees, and fences as he ran he would continually set things off. The dark orbs looked up at the sky mentally apologizing to the world for destroying it’s bushes and trees. Dark orbs widened drastically as he felt something skim along his arm, his gloved hand clamping to an unexpected wound. Tch… Dark eyebrows furrowed as the orbs glanced back at the destruction, naturally he began to think if his actions had done something to ruin the others plans. He would wait to hear criticism later, right now however he needed to continue causing as much chaos on his end as he could.

Should he pull the guards further out in search of him, or send them off in all separate directions? Either way, he had given his subtle act up, he wanted to draw as much attention to himself as he could and then practically vanish. Running at full speed was now an option he could use, with flames just a mere several yards behind him he needed to make distance and quick.

Pulling the last glove from his hands he tapped each and every solid object he maneuvered around with one hand before abruptly swapping the hands he used. Considering each explosion was brought on by a finger snap, he would set one off, and then the other. Bringing his fingertips to his ears he snapped before swapping on the volume, …first distraction complete…Second one, underway. The eyebrows narrowed as he pulled goggles over his eyes, he was already hearing impaired…he’d rather not get visibly impaired along with it! Forcing the gloves up the long sleeves as he quickly distanced himself from the crackling wood. Shizuki hadn’t had time to see how bad the wound was, but he couldn’t leave any blood trails behind him for the enemy to find and analyze.

Grunting he quickly began to run at top speed once more, the opposing hand tapping everything he came across. Perfect, now once they get close enough, he’ll set this set of marks ablaze as well. Distancing himself he crouched, bending his knuckles along the grass as he crouched and waited for the perfect timing to blow the World’s creations to smithereens. Then it hit him, he couldn’t openly just bomb everything… They were on a mountainside for heaven’s sake! Shizuki would have to be more careful…Hey..! Hey you! Oh goodness, he was too caught up in his thoughts to run? No way…How ridiculous..

Hesitantly he rose from the bushes, holding his uninjured hands in the air. Luckily, he already had a plan to get him out of the mess he managed to get himself into! “…heh…hello--” It was then he saw them point the weapons directly at him, causing his voice to rise and forcing his injured arm to stretch. “HEY! HEY! Chill out! I‘m not here to hurt you, so you shouldn‘t hurt me right?!” He rarely rose his voice, the very event already straining his usually quiet and reserved voice. With his face painted black, along with a scarf covering half his face it was unlikely that they’d ever be able to id him. Ha, who knew his fashion sense could be effective in more ways than one..

If he stuck around long enough to be cuffed, he could pick the lock, explode the lock along with the stuff he had recently “marked.” But that would damage himself along with the normal humans and what if they’ve managed to make handcuffs that were unaffected by his explosions? Either way, he had become their main focus considering they weren’t’ aware there were others inside their buildings were they? “Ouch..! Come on now, you‘ve already shot me along the arm the least you can do is be gentle when restraining me. I don‘t enjoy hurting others, so why do you--?” The dark painted face turned and looked at him with a dorky smirk as he spoke, he didn’t have to be his timid reserved self to these punks.

Young male responsible for the continuing explosives in custody, transporting him to a holding cell---ARGGH Son of a--! Boom, it was obvious Shizuki had triggered an explosion along his previously marked areas. In the process the usually quiet individual had attempted to explode the handcuffs, unfortunately he only managed to burn his hands. It was this move that made them clamp the hands along his back together, they had no idea how he was doing it exactly but after hearing his reaction it was obvious it had something to do with his hands.

“Tch…Smart bastards.” So, he could either run and hope they miss all their shots, or succumb to the restraining and let his teammates decide if they wanted to save him or not. He wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t, he wasn’t exactly everyone’s friend. The thought caused him to slowly start to chuckle, the grip along his wrist tightening as the guard figured he was thinking up a plan. “Hey man.. Can you scratch my nose? It‘s itchy.” Shizuki looked up at him, sticking a pink tongue out of the painted black lips at the man, with that it was apparently that the individual was fed up with his behavior. Abruptly letting him go before putting him into a tight sleeper hold, even with the scarf’s cloth he found himself fighting for consciousness and ultimately failing. Young male contained… Was the last thing Shizuki heard for himself. Shiiiit..
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Waking up to a smell of a familiar odor he tried to get to his feet, whoa…Through goggles he could make it that he was in a cell, dizzy… Trying to see why he had a burning sensation along his wrists he realized, they hadn’t had uncuffed him and oddly he found the burned fingertips wrapped in some kind of cloth.. He could feel each palm of his hands against the others, so they were trying to keep him in good shape eh? Probably for some stupid testing, how unfortunate. With the acknowledgement of that he let himself sit down and get comfy, closing his eyes he would rather not make himself dizzy by forcing to take a step around. “Heh… How humorous.."

Noticing a guard walking along his cell door he beckoned him over to the door. “Hey man.. If I ever managed to break out of this cage, do you think your guys will school you for giving me the chance?” He questioned, though naturally his question was the opposite way around. The truth behind his question? Shizuki was trying to prepare himself for a speech for getting caught, questioning if the guard thought he’d get talked to about this mishap. “Hey, also.. Do you think you could take these off? They‘re straining my arms..” Shizuki gestured the handcuffed wrists towards the guard, wondering if he was stupid enough to actually accept his request but after hearing the mans laughs it was obvious he wouldn’t do what he needed. “Props to you..” There was obvious disappointment in his voice, oh well…best of luck to him then.



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