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Somewhere, in a tiny office. a vey powerful man was smiling in remembrance. Applewite was casual, but decisive in his response. He donned his armor and set out with a group of gaurds, as well as a few of his more trusted officers. He did not truely expect combat, but he had to keep up apperances.

The desert horizon was suddenly disturbed by the appearance of tiny black dots. These dot grew as the distance waned. The flutter of heleicopter blades could be heard far off in the distance. Applewhite sat calmly inside one of these steel birds, waiting for landing. The copters where streamlined and curviture versons of the machines of the former era, each baring the insignia of a white apple on their sides. There where three in all as they made thier apporach on Raptor's location.

The white sun had eased into a redish gold as it continued to sink into the endless waste of the desert. Still, she saw no reason to remove her mirrored sunglasses, particularly in the presance of the enemy. Of course there was very little she could do to hide her identity, but the gesture of removing them wouldn't help her cause if it were to be taken as a sign of respect. After all, the man before her didn't seem inclined to reveal anything of himself aside from his influence.
She suspected he must have been at about that hero hunter's rank, but the entourage also suggested that he probably didn't have the same degree of physical power.
It was usually at this point in any given scenario that her former mentor would have inserted a cocky, fearless remark, just to let their opponent know that they were ready for a fight if need be. The days of bad puns and sympathetic bargaining were over, though.
She stood, feet apart and arms folded over her chest. Speaking now threatened to give away the anticipation that was building in her stomach, so she waited.

Well, this was certainly a surprise. There wasn't a working set of ears in the world that didn't recognize the voice of the esteemed Doctor, Raptor in particular. She supposed that the good doctor kept to his helmet for the same reason she hid behind the reflective glasses that hid her eyes completely. There was an anger that she couldn't hide without them; an anger that took a number of years to contain, much though it still bit at her heels.
Her response was flat and calm, "Its understandable. We do have something of a history."

She raised an eyebrow, "Outdated morals? Doctor, you don't really think you've managed to change the standard of human morals in only a few years-? A concience is as much instinctual as marking territory." She gestured with a slight nod towards the symbol of the white apple the good doctor had branded his helicopters with. It had become the universal symbol for authority. To anyone without the privelage of living within one of Applewhite's city walls, it had become something of the new swastica.

A single corner of her lips quirked into an amused smirk.
"Neccesity, huh?" she seemed amused. She wasn't certain if he saw it, but by the way he defended his actions he had made himself out to be the second comming of Christ. If anything, he definately thought of himself as a savior of the people and the world.
"I'm not so sure the world needed you to contribute to the war in the way you had, much less exclude over half of the population."

The smirk faded.
"I won't deny it, Gracen; we are obviously of a simaler mindset," despite her frustration, years of experiance had taught her to keep a cool head and an even tone when dealing with the opposition. The days of cheap one-liners and lingering deathtraps was long gone. Now that she looked back on it, the whole concept behind the hero/villain relationship was more of a sport than civil duty. No more gimics, themes or punns; the enemy would fight with the intent to kill, and they were certainly not hesitant to linger and make sure the job was done.
"I just wonder how a supposed genious can terminate nearly the entire Hero population for having too much control, then turn a cold shoulder to his ideology and take over himself... Lets be honest with ourselves, Doctor, back in the day 'world domination' was your ultimate goal. And now that you have it, now that us 'bothersome do-gooders' are out of your way....well, somethings not quite right, is it? You don't feel resolved in your efforts, do you?"
She relaxed her shoulders a little, feeling more confident with her decision to answer the call. It didn't matter what he said from that point onward, she was certain of what she thought of him, no matter the argument. She even reached into the side of her belt to pull out a pack of cigarettes and lighter.
"I don't want my the people who came to 'me' for protection to be lured in by your exclosive promises. IF anyone else had showed up, they would have tried to kill you...or, maybe they would have taken whatever offer you might have, but at the cost of blinding themselves to the cruelty you are currently denying." She placed what must have been a hand rolled cylander int he dorner of her lips, then replaced the rest back in their hiding spot.