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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Mon Aug 31, 2009 1:05 am



A stiff breeze rustled the vibrant leaves of the forest and cooled Grey's skin. A raven, perched high above in a dead oak tree, swayed slightly in the wind and curiously eyed the fallen man. It was in the nature to scavenge and though the injured creature was indeed a man, the intelligent bird had the presence of mind to await its chance to alleviate any trinkets and even snatch a morsel of flesh if it fancied a nosh. With it's bird's eye view it spied, Cassius, and studied him. Anyone who didn't know any better would never question the presence of an opportunistic raven in the forest and those meta's who might know better, no matter how paranoid, would just consider the bird to be another one of Morgan's minions keeping an eye on the situation.

None would suspect that the bird was a meta called Scavenger. When he and Grey had failed to hook up, Stefan had decided to keep an eye on his old friend and he was glad he did. 'Christ, Grey! You got the livin' shit kicked right outta ya!', thought Scavenger as he shuffled about on the branch, acting the part of a bird and cautiously keeping an eye on his surroundings. He didn't know who the guy was skulking in the bush, but he hoped he would either give Grey some medical attention or get the hell outta here so he could take care of him.

(Wednesday, May 20, 9:00 am. Hiking trail, North East of Troy, New York)


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Slate sat in his parked blue beater, a 1983 Chrysler Cordoba outside of an apartment block. It had been a couple of days since his last kill and Sigma was already itching to pursue another. The hunt itself was as stimulating as the inevitable end and he had already found his next victim, but he couldn't be sure if in fact the woman was a legitimate target. The Surfer had always hacked into the police database for him to ensure that any information he found by public media wasn't a setup, and so Mrs. Jenkins, who was evading murder charges for a second time because of post-partum depression would require some intense surveillance before he made his move.

Silicone Surfer had been a dependable colleague. He hadn't felt anything when she died, but now a week later he thought perhaps that he did miss her a little, he at least missed her computer talents and her late night raids of the pop machine in the kitchen at Green Street. She loved Mountain Dew and had told him she always imagined that anti-freeze would taste similar, to which Sigma had flatly assured her that it wouldn't and she just crinkled her nose and laughed. She didn't deserve to die like she did. The story was that she had fought back when the RAID agents busted into her home, but Sigma knew that she wasn't a fighter, she had a hard enough time prying open a can of pop let alone throwing her fist into the riot helmet of a RAID enforcer. She was definitely a victim, but who would have wanted to set her up? Silicone always stayed behind the scenes and people were hardly aware that she existed, and if they did none of them would have known her true identity. Joanne Keys. Sigma had always thought she looked like a 'Joe'. Guess he did miss her.

Slate started up his car, the big V8 rumbling loudly. He put the car in gear and made his way across town, to the scene of the crime. Something didn't add up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

(Friday, May 22, 11:00 am, Chicago)


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Mon Aug 31, 2009 2:24 pm



Yelena didn’t like how things were going. The group was crumbling once more. Why couldn’t Morgan realize safety was better in numbers? Especially if her psycho father was out there hunting her like she said he was. Frustrating didn’t even begin to explain how the Russian was feeling. As she packed the few meager things she had, thanks to Zoe, she would mumble something in her native language. While no one could understand what she was saying, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it wasn’t nice.

During her packing Yelena heard the answering machine pick the incoming call up and when she heard Toril’s voice, she actually smiled. So her gut feeling was right. It was him that made the flyers and left the business card at the printers. It would have been something she would have done, and based on that, she was able to put two and two together. She’d call him back when they were on the road so he would know what the plan was.

When Tim and Cassius came back Tim told her they had called for an ambulance for the injured man. When Tim asked where Morgan was, it was the shape shifters job to let him know she’d gone. Tim was fit to be tied and down right pissed, but Yelena told him if a head strong, young woman such as Morgan had her head set on something, there was nothing anyone, not even him, could do to stop her.

”Reminds me of other young, head strong woman you once knew.”

While Yelena had never met Tim’s wife, from what she heard of her and after spending a little time around Morgan, they appeared to be cut from the same cloth. When Tim calmed, they sat down with Zoe to get a game plan finalized.

As things were relayed, Yelena would type the info into Shawn’s interpreter machine so he would be kept informed of what they were doing. When he agreed to go to Chicago with them, Yelena was relieved. At least they would be able to keep an eye on him and help him how ever they could.

With a game plan finalized and a route picked out that Zoe found for them, it was estimated they would arrive in Chicago in a couple of days. In anticipation of the trek to the new location, Tim had the armored vehicle re-painted to resemble your run of the mill armored transport vehicle.

Once they got everything packed up, Zoe took the equipment she needed for the trip and loaded it into the armored vehicle. With Cassius’ help, they had the thing looking like a mobile command unit in no time. By the time everyone was packed and all the vehicles ready to go, they decided to travel at night as much as they could to avoid traffic jams as well as help them make good time.

As the sun was setting on the remote safe house in Troy, a caravan of three vehicles took off from the remote location and headed North West. Yelena decided to take to her bike a side a short distance behind the others and be rear look out while Tim took point and led the way. It would have been better if Morgan could have been with them, but they knew they would catch up with her eventually. At least everyone hoped so.

The first night of traveling went with no trouble what so ever. To the groups pleasant surprise, they stopped at a Motel 6 just outside Mentor, Ohio. It was roughly half way between Troy and Chicago. Securing two rooms on the far end of the motel, Tim parked the hummer and armored vehicle out of sight and made sure there was security on both. Yelena actually pulled her bike into her room for safe keeping. Giving Zoe and Cassius their own room, Yelena, Tim and Shawn shared a room.

After a meal of store bought pizza, the travelers settled down for the day to get some rest. When the sun was setting once more, the group was making preparations for heading out again when Zoe heard some interesting chatter on the system from RAID. Apparently there’s been a prison break from one of their secure facilities and they’re trying like hell to keep it on the down low. From what they can tell the escapees seem to be headed for Chicago. Zoe flashed the pictures of the escapees on the screen. Tim and Yelena glanced at the pictures and realized this escape wasn’t from dumb luck. Someone orchestrated this break out and did it beautifully.

But to make matters even MORE complicated, it seemed as though a rogue, meta-human called Slither was on a killing spree. As Zoe relayed the story about that, the group realized they were right in the middle of the killers hunting grounds. Did they dare take a chance of getting involved to help the people of this community or did they continue to move along?

Yelena voted to move along stating they couldn’t take the chance of it being some sort of ploy from RAID to flush out the escapees or any other meta who wanted to be a good citizen and stop the killer. With her voice in the matter stated, she walked over to her bike that now sat between the hummer and armored vehicle to let the others decide what they wanted to do. She’d do what ever the group decided to do but she felt in her heart they needed to make it to Chicago and soon. Sitting and waiting for the others, she pulled out the secure cell phone Zoe had given her and a crumpled piece of paper with the phone number Toril left written on it. Dialing the number, she heard the phone ring and waited for the Norwegian to answer. As soon as she heard his voice, she felt her heart skip a beat and she couldn’t help but smile. It was really him on the other end of the phone and he was safe.

”Privet, Toril. Kak vashi dela?” (Hello, Toril. How are you?)

When the big man answered back he was fine, she chuckled softly.

”I was glad to get message from you. Very clever leaving it the way you did. I just wanted to let you know we are on way to you. I not want to just show up on door step unannounced. Is very rude. We can find you at place on business card, da?”

(Thursday, May 21, 8:30 PM Motel 6 outside Mentor, OH)

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Mon Aug 31, 2009 3:04 pm

Morgan had been going not stop for the second day now, only stopping long enough to eat what little she had, drink, and rest. She'd made it farther than she had expected having gotten lucky when she came across a couple, Sandy and Bill, early in the afternoon who were out hiking while traveling through the forests just on the eastern side of Ohio. Wearing her sunglasses and making up a story of having become seperated from her nature group, they agreed to take her as far as they could, which was just outside Cleveland, Ohio. Luckily, they were finishing up their camping/hiking trip and were getting ready to head home. They would reach Cleveland later that night.

Dropping her off outside of the city, she assured them that she would be okay when their cell phone rang and it was Sandy's sister. She needed her sister to keep an eye on her kids while she made a run to Chicago to pick up her truck-driving husband who'd been in an accident. Morgan couldn't believe her luck when the young woman, Sarah, agreed to let her ride along with her, saying that it would be good company and she could help keep her mind off of her husband's accident.

Once on the road again with Sarah, Morgan kept her sunglasses on so as not to startle the woman, chatting nicely to her as they drove on, stopping only for pitstops. Sarah, it had turned out, was married to a registered meta-human, which made Morgan feel more at ease, but she still kept the sunglasses on. Little did Morgan know, but she passed the motel where the others were staying as they were getting ready to leave.

Early the next morning, Sarah dropped Morgan off on the outskirts of Chicago, in the east central part of the city. Morgan looked around, hoping that her plan had worked and the others were safe.

It was now time to put her plan into action.

Friday, May 22, 2010 4:00 a.m.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Mon Aug 31, 2009 3:22 pm

As disgusting as it was, Frank drank down the small vial of blood and chased it down with a pepsi before heading on to Chicago to track this Slither as quickly as possible so that he could get back to tracking his demon slut of a daughter.

Reaching Chicago late on the 21st, he found himself a nice Holiday Inn and relaxed before his hunt would begin the next morning.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Mon Aug 31, 2009 10:15 pm


When Grey's mind finally pushed through the fog, all he sensed at first was a dull but strong pain coursing through his entire body. For a split second, he wondered if he would survive, figuring he had surely been run over a few times with a very heavy truck. When he managed to move a few muscles and a violent tic shook his body painfully, he knew was indeed alive. A sharp stab rushed out from his cracked ribs and he grimaced, curling slightly inward as he laid a hand over his tender side. He had something for this. . . and now he had every excuse in the world.

Not noticing the bird in the tree above him, Grey reached gingerly into his battered and now bloodied pocket and pulled out the small, orange bottle that rattled with a few remaining prized blue pills. It was too painful to sit up, but he managed to drop one into his hand and toss it back before laying back down against the soft earth and waiting for the pain and the worry to disappear.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Mon Aug 31, 2009 11:33 pm

Frank rose early, his 'angels' humming to him, letting him know that Slither was close by. He made quick work of his shower, shaving, and dressing, leaving his hotel room and heading for the lake area. Grabbing a quick breakfast along the way, he smiled. The humming was getting stronger and that made him happy. Hopefully, he'd find Slither, contact Birkshire and get back to looking for Morgan before the day was over.

Once he reached the lakefront area, he followed the 'angels' voices to an abandoned house along the lakefront. It had taken him most of the morning to locate her, but he knew she was in there.

Looking around, he silently made his way up to a window, peering in through the dirty glass, just barely able to see inside. She was asleep on an old worn out couch and it was definately Slither. He quietly stepped away from the house, going back to his SUV a block away and called Birkshire. He told him exactly where she was and that she was asleep, from what he could tell, on a couch in the living room. "When you go in the front door, the couch is to your left, about 10 feet from the door.........yea, okay, you're welcome.....I'm finding Morgan, but I can still help you find the others if you have some of their blood."

Hanging up with Birkshire, Frank became alert, looking around. Morgan...she was here. His smile could have frightened Lucifer himself if he'd seen it.

~Finally, I have her.~

And, he knew exactly where to take her. He'd seen an old, abandoned small brick building, looked like it may have been an old factory of some sort, and it was perfect. It was on south Green St. a pretty seedy area where noone would care if they heard her scream.

He climbed into the SUV and headed for a hardware store up in the warehouse district near Green Street. Walking into the store, he quickly found what he was looking for. Duct tape, 5 feet of medium dog chain, 30 feet of 3/4 inch rope, a box of roofing nails, and had a board cut into a 3 inch wide, 1 inch thick, 4 foot long board. He also purchased a 6x6 foot dog cage, a tool box, hammer, screwdrivers, wrench and ratchet set, and different sizes of master locks with keys.

Heading back to the old brick 2-story building, he broke inside, looking around finding the best place to set up at. He could see the back of the building as the ground floor was just one big room. He headed back to the rear of the building, glad that it was pretty bare except for a few tables and chairs, a few printing machines, and a bathroom, setting up the cage in a corner. Next, he pulled over a table and laid out the things he'd bought at the hardware store, pounding 6 nails into one end of the board so that they went clear through. Smiling at his paddle, he set it down, put one of the locks on the back door, locking it from the inside, then went out the front door, puttiing a lock on it as well using the dog chain to help secure it.

Climbing into the SUV, he left to go collect his demonic daughter.

Friday May 22, 2010 3:30 in the afternoon.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:42 am



A bay door slid open and the Bronze Devil's 1942 Dodge Carry-all, pulled out of the abandoned warehouse on Randolph street, the location where the Meta-Resistance of Green Street Base parked their vehicles. The old Dodge which was usually grey and white, now had a custom red and orange paint job with a sign on the side of the doors that read, 'The Devil Made Me Do It Taxi Service'. It was just one of the many disguises that the Bronze Devil could make with the push of a button, although the shape and make of the vehicle was pretty distinct. He had stolen the technology from an advertising company who were planning to revolutionize the market by introducing a silicone paint that could carry a video signal and play media or transfix a specific image within it.

Gabriel had just dropped off Russel who believed that he would have a better chance of finding Morgan if stayed at the underground facility and the resistance had been very accommodating to their Haida brother. Toril had thought he would tag along for the ride, secretly though he was kind of hoping they might have another run in with Amazon, although a more peaceable one. He mused to himself at his unrealistic imaginings and as he looked toward Gabriel, with his chiseled profile outlined by deep purple remnants of the sunset, the original theme of John Carpenter's Halloween sounded in his pocket.

Toril was glad that they just pulled out of the warehouse since it had signal blockers wired all through it. The call display was blocked but he had a pretty good idea who it was and wasn't surprised to hear Yelena's voice. His Russian was okay, but he reverted to English and she told him that they were only about another four or five hours away as the crow flies and was wandering where they should meet.

"I think we'll have plenty of time to catch some comedy at the Devil's Grin once you've settled in." Quipped Toril, "I think that once you get into the city, you guys shouldn't waste any time and go straight to the..." Toril paused, then turned Gabriel, "Hey is your scrambler on?" He asked him, "All the time." Replied Gabriel, then he resumed his conversation confident that no one could eaves drop on their conversation since he knew that Yelena's phone was definitely secure. "Sorry about that, Yelena, you can never be too careful, what with big brother out there listening in. As I was saying, I think you should go straight to the Green Street Base. You gotta pen handy?"

Toril relayed all the information they would need to find the place and described the warehouse at 1001 Randolph Street where they would be able to park their vehicles. He told them where to find a hidden keypad and what the code was for the bay door, also ensuring her that the building was extremely secure and there were many places for them to park once they were inside. He then described in great detail where to find the secret door that lead to a slanted tunnel that took them underground and to the West Door of the base.

"When you get to the door, just mention where you're from and that Bronze Devil can vouch for you, they'll know the rest." Finished Toril, "Besides, I think I overheard that your friend, Killswitch was going to be filling in for the late Silicone Surfer. If she hasn't told you yet, their former controller met her untimely end at the hands of RAID."

That was yesterday and today Toril was taking care of personal business. He didn't know, how long he was going to be staying in Chicago and so he had quite his job in British Columbia and was now sitting in some guy's kitchen drinking a Sam Adam's. The guy was a friend of Gabriel's who was setting Toril up with a fake I.D. so that he would be able to stay under the wire while he got a job. Toril wasn't exactly made out of money and though he had his home up in Canada paid for, he still had to pay the bills, one of the realities faced by many crime-fighters but one that he believed gave them character.

An hour, two more beers and a bathroom break later. Gabriel and his unnamed friend emerged from basement with a piece of I.D. that would fool the most seasoned of detectives. Toril's new name was Devon Gale, age 33 from Seattle, Washington, where he had previously lived for eleven years so he was familiar with it. The name had a nice ring to it, and Toril liked the hidden meaning of the last name; Bronze did enjoy his little jokes.

Toril checked the time, and considered that Yelena, Cassius and the other members of their group should be getting into the city pretty soon, so he and Bronze hight tailed it over to the Green Street Base.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:15 am



Once the group decided to let the local authorities handle the serial killer, Yelena finished her conversation with Toril. It was good to hear his voice and hear for herself he was in good spirits. And in the company of an friend. Handing the instructions Toril had given her to Zoe so she could program the GPS unit to feed the info to their vehicles, she and Tim decided to get the group moving once more.

Yelena was disturbed to hear Silicone Surfer had met her demise at the hands of RAID. While she didn’t know the woman personally, she knew what it was like to be hunted and the tactics RAID used. Hopefully the woman didn’t suffer and her end was quick. But what worried her even more was the fact Killswitch was going to take Silicone’s place. Zoe was more than capable, yes, but if RAID got to Silicone, what was stopping them from reaching Killswitch?

As Tim settled up with the motel clerk, Yelena put her helmet on and fired up her Hyabusa to let the engine warm up. Zoe’s monotone voice came over the ear piece and told them the route had been programmed in that should take them right up to the door of the warehouse they could park the vehicles. Once there, it was a piece of cake to the safe house.

As Tim fired up the hummer and Cassius got the armored vehicle ready, the trio of vehicles headed out and Yelena took up her rear point a little behind the other vehicles to make sure they were clear and free. The air along the lake was cooler and she was glad she took the time to actually wear a real leather jacket and gloves or her hands would be freezing.

Once they were out on the road, they had a fairly smooth trip once more. As the lights of Chicago came into view, they stopped at a truck stop to go over things for a final time. If things went well, which Yelena was confident it would since things had gone well so far, their next stop would be the warehouse the vehicles would be parked.

As they entered the heart of the city of Chicago, Yelena realized something. New York could no longer hold claim as the “city that never sleeps”. At one in the morning, Chicago was just as lively as New York. Neon lights lit up the streets like daytime and the traffic, while not near as busy as the daylight hours, was still quite heavy.

Weavig their way through the city, Zoe’s GPS coordinates took them right to the warehouse. Once there, Yelena parked the bike long enough o find the secret keypad and key in the code Toril had given them. When all the vehicles were in the warehouse, Yelena closed the bay door once more. Toril was right. There was plenty of space for their vehicles. Once they parked and secured the vehicles, Yelena followed Toril’s instructions to the door that led to the underground tunnel.

When they reached the door, Yelena knocked on the door and waited. Within moments the locks were released and the door was opened. She came face to face with a handsome, young, Asian looking man. He smiled warmly and Yelena found herself at a loss for words right away. Finally she recovered and gave a small smile of her own.

“Privet…”

Realizing she had reverted to her native language she shook her head and started over again.

“Hello. I am Yelena. This is Tim, Zoe, Cassius and Shawn. We come from Troy, New York. Bronze Devil can vouch for us. May we come in, pazhaluista. Please?”

He nodded and opened the door wider for them. Yelena looked beyond him as she slowly stepped into the safe house and saw a young, beautiful African American woman with long corn braids. Nodding slightly and giving another small smile to her, Yelena once more did the introductions.

(Friday, May 22, 1:30 AM, Chicago, IL - Green Street Safe House)

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Tue Sep 01, 2009 12:58 pm


Kekoa smiled back at them as he opened the door, stepping aside to let them in before he shut it quietly behind them.

“Two languages at once,” he pointed out with a dreamy smile, “kind of makes me feel my brain…” As Yelena introduced them, Kekoa waved a hand at them in one collective motion.

“Kekoa,” he said as he moved along the edge of the room and leaned his bare back against the wall, balancing on one bare foot to scratch his leg with the other. Curled up in a chair, the young black woman unfurled herself as he eyes fell on Killswitch and Cassius.

“Glad to see you, Killswitch,” said Seizure before nodding to the rest. “Nice to meet you all,” she managed a somewhat shy smile as she got to her feet. “We were expecting you. Come on, follow me. We’ve got places you can sleep. You’re probably exhausted.” As she led the way, she suddenly paused, glancing over at Kekoa with a somewhat quirked brow. “Hey, can you at least put a shirt on?” Kekoa looked down at his defined and tattooed muscles, a faintly interested expression on his face as though he had just noticed his own body.

“Hmm… I guess,” he replied nonchalantly, “it is a bit breezy down here.” Seizure shook her head almost imperceptibly before she continued on up the stairs and led them into the complicated hideout. Kekoa brought up the rear and smiled at Cassius who lit a cigarette and nodded at him.

“Dude. Long time no see,” he said.

“Indeed,” Kekoa replied, “you look the same… only your face is a little more colorful.”

While Ayana gave a sort of tour of the place, pointing out bathrooms and bedrooms and the kitchen, Shawn kept a light hand on Yelena’s shoulder, feeling out her every movement and so far doing well not to trip. He was tempted to turn on his powers just to ease the mental puzzle of so many transitions, but then he wasn’t quite sure where they were or who they were with. Plus, he was very aware of how shocking his powers looked and didn’t want to cause any trouble from these strangers.

Everything about this house was different. It smelled like dust and metal and the only hint of cigarette came from Cassius, behind him. The two people leading them were clearly a man and a woman. The woman smelled like any other girl—soft fragrances of hair products and soap. The man smelled like water, salt, and faintly of earth—like an organic food store or something. Every five steps, it felt like they were turning or going up or down another flight of stairs and this made him let out a barely audible sigh of annoyance. After safe houses and hotels and everything else, he really didn’t want to have to try to navigate this labyrinth, but at the same time, he didn’t want help either. His vision did little to help as he could see straight through walls and had been known to walk right into thin ones.

Keeping his head down, his heavy-lidded eyes stared into nothingness, following the slight sway of his head. With one hand lightly on Yelena and the other on his device, he managed to navigate along with the group until he underestimated a step and finally stumbled, knocking hard into Yelena and sending her forward into Zoe who then bumped into Seizure.

As Seizure turned to say “watch your step,” she faltered, finally noticing Shawn and his mannerisms. At this, she furrowed her brow, reluctant to ask as it would sound rude if she were wrong. Zoe, however, read her expression and answered before she had to ask.

“Yeah. He’s blind… and deaf,” she said. At this, Seizure’s eyes widened, flicking back and forth between Shawn and Zoe. “You… you didn’t mention that… he’s a meta?” Zoe nodded and Ayana seemed at a loss for words, so many questions mulling over in her mind before she finally stood straighter and cast one more uncertain glance in Shawn’s direction.

“Well, if you brought him, you must have things under control, knowing you,” she said finally.

“I do,” Zoe replied flatly. While this didn’t seem to satisfy Seizure completely, she felt comfortable enough to at least turn back around and continue guiding them to a set of rooms tucked well away in the safe house. Turning to face them all now, Seizure glanced again at Shawn and suppressed a silly urge to speak louder as she addressed them.

“You guys can sleep here. They’re pretty much the same as the rooms in New York. Remember that escape route I’ve been showing you? There’s an entrance right there,” she pointed to an empty wall. There was a pause as she surveyed them all before she finally shrugged and stepped aside. “I guess I’ll let you guys get settled and rest. Let us know if you need anything. Sigma and Ultramarine should be back soon.” She turned and caught Kekoa’s eye who smiled and nodded at them before drifting smoothly away down the hall.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:20 pm

Morgan was at a loss as where to go. Looking around, she saw that she was near the lake and decided to head north west, heading up into the warehouse district. She had to find a pay phone and call Yelena, tell her that she was okay. She didn't know if Tim would want to know or not, so she decided to leave it up to Lena on whether or not to tell him. She felt a little guilty at doing this, knowing that her Aunt Jackie would scold her for treating Tim like this.

By mid afternoon, she'd made it to the outskirts of the warehouse district, walked into a park nearby and sat down to figure out what she was going to do. She was getting hungry and thirsty, but that would come later. Seeing a payphone, she walked over to it, calling Yelena collect, hoping that she would accept. She was relieved when she did.

"Hi Lena......yea, I'm okay....I'm here already, in Chicago.....no, I was able to get a ride......I'll meet up with you all in a couple of days, I have something I have to take care of first.......yea, Lena, it's Frank.......no, I have to stop him, so long as he can track me I can't come back........dammit, Lena.........he's working for RAID!!!.......I don't know what you can tell Tim.......tell him.....tell him......tell him I'll see him in a couple of days.....no, I'll call you......yes, I'll check in tomorrow....I promise....around noon I'll call you again...bye, Lena."

Morgan hung up, close to tears, wondering if she'd ever see them again, wondering if she'd ever see Tim again. But, she had to do this.

Heading back over to the bench in the park, she thought about what it was she was going to do. She would have to wait for him to come to her, which she didn't think would take very long. Little did she know, just how right she was.

After an hour or so, Morgan got up and headed for a McDonald's she'd seen. She still had that three dollars so she could get something to eat from the dollar menu. Once she had her double cheeseburger and coke, she went back to the park and sat down amongst a small grove of trees, eating.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Tue Sep 01, 2009 3:01 pm

Frank headed for Armour Park, his 'angels' telling him that that was where Morgan was. It didn't take him long to find the park and he parked the SUV and non-chalantly walked into the park, nodding and smiling at people as he passed by them.

Finally, the 'angels' hummed loudly inside of his head as he neared a small grove trees. She was in there, he knew it.

Walking quietly now, he circled around, spottin her sitting at a picnic table. Coming up from behind her, laid his hand on her shoulder as he projected his mind into hers, keeping her quiet and calm. It was a struggle for her mind was strong but because he'd surprised her, he was able to make contact and take control, for how long he wasn't sure as she was a demon, so he worked quickly, guiding her back to the SUV. Once he had her inside, he took the piece of rope he already had inside the vehicle and tied her hands in front of her, making sure that noone saw what he was doing. Blood was beginning to drip from his nose and ears, his head beginning to pound.

Climbing into the driver's seat, he pulled out of the park, still retaining control, with the 'angels' help of course, keeping Morgan quiet and calm. Within 20 minutes, he was back at the abdandoned warehouse, hiding the SUV inside after unlocking the front lock. He then pulled Morgan out and guided her over to the cage. Untying the ropes binding her hands, he threw her into the cage, slamming the door shut before locking it with one of the padlocks. Then he released her from his mental control.

He laughed at her when she blinked her eyes, confused, then her eyes widened when she heard his laugh, fear shining brightly in her lavender eyes.

"Hello Morgan. Nice of you to join me. Do you like what I've done to accomodate you?"

Morgan said nothing, just looked around her, seeing that she was a 6x6 foot dog cage with a top to it, so that she couldn't climb out. He'd even bolted the bottom down so that she couldn't lift it and go under. She was trapped and at his mercy.

"Now, where is 'cowboy'? Why aren't you with him or he with you? Weren't you slutty enough for him?"

Morgan turns her gaze towards her father, fear no longer showing in her eyes.

"I left him, Daddy. He just wasn't my type."

Frank tsked at her, heading for the door.

"Well, that's too bad, but it makes no difference. I will leave you to your thoughts, Morgan. When I return, we will begin the redemption of your soul."

As he walked by a sheet covered table, he tossed the sheet off of it. Laying on the table was the board with the nails in it, the rope, carving knife, and pistol. The pistol he picked up and tucked into the ankle holster he had under his pants. He knew that she could see what was on the table and chuckled.

"These are just the beginning, demon."

His manical laughter sent chills up and down her spine as he walked out of the building, locking the door behind him. He went to a seedy motel down a few buildings, getting himself a room. He would sleep for a few hours, then go back around midnight and begin trying to save her soul before sending her to her maker.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:27 am



Russel Goodleaf, the ex-superhero once known as Totem was awoken from his slumber by the sound of voices. He reluctantly rolled over to check the time, the glowing red digital clock on the bed side table read, 1:30am. "Don't these people ever sleep?", he wondered. He was curled up in one of the bottom bunks in the community sleeping area, a large room set up with bunk beds and foot lockers where visitors could stash their possessions. Yawning he lay back, pondering whether he should go see what all the commotion was about, but his thought quickly became dreams once more and the Haida man drifted back off to sleep.

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Slate pulled is blue Cordoba up in front of the corner store and parked in the two hour zone. He stepped out of the car, pulling up his collar and squinting up at the darkening sky as he crossed over the street and headed round the next block. Joanne Keys, otherwise known as Silicone Surfer had lived in a five story apartment block in Bridgeport and Sigma had found his way into the shadowy alley behind it. He stared at the ladder of a rusted fire escape that hung fifteen feet above the ground then took a thorough scan of the windows and down the lane to make sure there were no on lookers, but one never could tell, especially during the day. Sigma, then moved with surprising speed, launching himself to the top of near by dumpster then in one smooth transition leaping high into the air catching the bottom rung with his foot while grasping hold of the ladder. The man then moved quickly, scampering up the fire escape to the fourth floor where he leaned down in front of the emergency exit, pulled some lock picks out of his pocket and deftly opened the padlock that was securing a chain around the door handle. Quietly slinking into the building, Slate found himself in the stairwell, just opposite the door to the fourth floor.

Slate didn't know why, but he found Bridgeport familiar. He still had little recollection of his past, but he believed that it was probably due to the fact that the neighbourhood was once predominantly Irish-American and had long suspected that was most likely his ancestry. Maybe he would try reading some gaelic later.

It wasn't hard to figure out which apartment had belonged to Silicone, room 406, at the end of the hall was still cordoned off with 'police line ribbons'. There was a rent notice on the door as well, as if the cops were going to pick up the tab for downed meta, "What a freakin asshole the land lord was.", thought Sigma as he picked lock and ducked cut through the plastic barrier.

The apartment looked just how he would have imagined it. Everything was well ordered yet drab, just like her room back at Green Street, everything painted and coloured in shades of grey. Only five minutes had elapsed and already Slate wanted to run out of the apartment screaming it was so depressing. How a woman with such a boisterously loud laugh would live in such a place was as much of a puzzle as the murder scene. There were scorch trails all over the living room and one long one that ran across the couch and partially onto the plasma t.v. screen. Sure enough he found the body outline in the kitchen where it appeared that she had fallen after being shot and had struck her head against the table. A large pool of dried blood had remained where her head had lied.

Sigma alerted by a faint noise behind him, whirled around his nickel plated 9mm M9 Beretta drawn before the tail of his coat had whipped behind him. The grey tabby, tensed and hissed then recognizing the man pawed at the gun. "Hey, Micro, thought they might have gotten you too." he said to the cat, then he resumed his investigation.

The apartment had already been picked over by police who had conducted a follow up investigation after RAID bagged their meta-human, but Slate did find something at the scene that he had found very interesting. On a scribble pad beside her phone, Silicone had been drawing the same picture over and over again. Sigma had often noticed that she doodled while in thought or on the phone, and the last thing she had been subconsciously sketching was a what appeared to be a pole with wings, at least that's all he could make out. Silicone was all left brain and had no artistic talent whatsoever so whatever she was attempting to draw wouldn't look anything like it was supposed to. He took the pad of paper thinking that somebody else might be able to understand it.

There was also something else that puzzled him and that was the amount of plasma scorches, enough to infer that there was a fire fight, but between whom? He found bullet holes in the wall that matched with the report of Silicone firing six rounds at the enforcers before they fried her which meant that she was not returning plasma fire. Something stank, and it wasn't Micro Chip's litter box. He would relay this information to Kekoa and the others and see what they thought and maybe together they could come up with some alternate theories.

Sigma, casually looked through the cupboards, sorting through boxes with his black gloved hands until he found the cat food. He then picked up the big grey tabby cat under an arm as he made his way out the door and down the stairwell. It was raining by the time, Slate hit the street and so he tucked Micro Chip into his coat and jogged to his car. Once inside he placed the cat on the seat next to him and stroked his whiskers playfully. "Don't worry. I'll take you back to the safe house. Silicone always said you liked it better there." he told him, then fired up the engine and pulled out onto the wet street.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:32 am



After Yelena had introduced Tim, to the young asian man Tim said "Howdy pardnar." he extended his hand and shook the young man's hand. He then said to Yelena "Ya'al go ahead , I'll catch up ..... wanna get them vehicles secured. He set his bags, the 30-30 rifle and the sawed off shotgun down by the door and then walked back to the vehicles. He checked the Armoured vehicle and the Hummer for oil and filled them with fuel, he then checked Yelena's bike and filled it with fuel. After setting the alarms on the vehicles. When he reached the locked door, he knocked on it, the young asian man opened it again and motioned down the hall. "Thank ya thar pardnar." Tim said and walked down the hall.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:17 am



While Tim went to check on the vehicles Yelena walked into the room Russel was in. Muttering a soft apology, she quickly found an unoccupied bunk on the opposite side of the room and decided to get some rest. The day at the motel hadn’t been exactly restful. With each car door slam and sound of voices outside, she and Tim had been up and peeking out the windows. Now that she was among others like her and in a safe house, she felt the weariness of her trip suddenly fall on her like a ton of bricks. In no time, she was sound asleep.

By 9 the same morning Yelena was back up and looking more rested than she had in a long time. The sleep she was able to get after arriving at the safe house had done her a world of good. After familiarizing herself with the place, she got a shower and rejoined the others that were now starting to show signs of life once more.

Giving Ayana a smile, she thanked the young woman again for her assistance the night before and when Kekoa came into the kitchen, she thanked him again as well. While she didn’t know these people, just knowing they were meta like her set her mind a little more at ease.

When Russel came into the kitchen as well, Ayana introduced him to the shape shifter and after hearing he was looking for Morgan, Yelena blinked.

”Morgan was with us until couple of days ago. She left saying she had to find father and take care of him once and for all. I tried to talk her out of it. She is young and head strong, though. I worry about her. She still has much to learn and is still very naïve. I not hear from her since then. I hope she will contact me again.”

When Tim entered the kitchen now Yelena looked over at him and nodded.

”Tim knows more about her than I do. Perhaps he help you.”

Yelena introduced Russel to Tim and explained how Russel was looking for Morgan.

As Tim and Russel talked about Morgan, Yelena went to find Shawn knowing the young man was way out of his element in the strange new place. Finding him sitting on the edge of a bunk he decided to take shortly after they arrived, Yelena saw he remembered his way to the bathroom and had taken a shower. Sitting down beside him on the bed, she took his communicator and typed out a message for him to read.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 3:45 pm

Allie rose the next morning, heading for the Green Street safehouse to greet the new comers. She also needed to find out if there was anything extra that was needed. Pulling her mustand into the underground parking facility, she admired the hummer and repainted armor vehicle. Whoever did the job did a good one. She was impressed.

Heading up the stairs, she stepped into the kitchen, seeing Russell and some other man looking at the picture of Morgan and talking. She stands in front of them, clears her throat to get their attention and introduces herself to the stranger.

"Hi, I'm Allie Jameson. If there's anything you or your group needs, just let me know or let Ayana know and we'll get it for you."

As Tim shook her hand and introduced himself, he felt the heat coming from Allie's hand. She smiled at him, apologizing.

"Sorry, I get a little nervous when meeting new people and tend to heat up a little."

She turns to Russell, asking if he's had any luck finding Morgan when he fills her in on what Yelena had told him about her going after her psychotic father. Allie thinks for a minute, her brows furrowed in concentration.

"Do you have her aunt's number, she was the one who had you come looking for her. Maybe she could give you some more input or see something that would help. Other than that, I don't know what to tell you except that we will all help you find her."

Giving both men a 'see ya later' she headed upstairs where she found Yelena sitting on a bed next to a young man.

"Hi, I'm Allie Jameson."

Allie watched as Yelena typed something into a small box hanging around the boy's neck while introducing herself and Shawn, explaining that Shawn was blind and deaf and a meta. Allie was surprised by this, but accepted it nonetheless.

"Well, I'm just letting everyone know that if you need anything, anything at all, let me or Ayana know and we'll get it for you. Now, do you have any idea where this Zoe is? I'd like to meet her as well and see if there is anything electronic that she is going to need."

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 4:14 pm

Morgan was terrified but proud of herself for not letting her father see it. This was not going as she had planned, but she would survive, somehow.

Sitting down on the cold floor, she opened her senses to what animals were around her, sensing rats, a few stray dogs, pigeons, a few cats, and some mice. Looking around, she took in her surroudnings, what she could see, her eyes resting on the table holding the rope, knives, and board with the 2 inche long nails pounded through it, a full inch of the nails sticking through on the other side. She shivered, thinking about what Frank was going to do with that.

She didn't know how long she had before he returned, so she laid down, getting as comfortable as she could and tried to rest, knowing she'd need her strength for what was coming.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:17 pm



Russel put down his toast and dusted the crumbs off his hand on to the plate as he stood up to greet the perky, dark haired woman. As was customary by most natives he didn't make a lot of eye contact and turned away from the city girl's invasive, anxious stare. "Good to meet you, Allie. Call me Totem." he told her, using his alias since he wasn't really sure he wanted these people knowing his real name, yet. The Bronze Devil had spoke of another resistance group in the city called, Umbra and no one could be sure just how far their network spread so he decided to stay on the down low until he got to know them better.

Totem shook his head when Allie asked if he had the phone number for Jackie Runningwolf. He lied of course, but he just didn't trust types like her. Corporate types spreading their money over everything, every red cent inscribed with their initials. He responded with a slight nod to her, 'see ya later', and resumed his conversation with Cowboy. He liked the man immensely, a no-nonsense, cut the bull-shit kind of guy that Totem knew he could trust.

"No offense, man. I didn't know she was your girl." Totem had begun when the topic of Morgan came up, "Her aunt had some sorta premonition about her, that she was in danger, and I never told anyone about this but the one that her aunt was worried about was her own father. Seems everyone around here knows that, even that one, Jameson." he said while thumbing to the direction she had flitted off to.

The Haida man took a sip of his coffee and gave Tim the photo of Morgan, taken before she ran away that depicted a much younger, fresh faced girl. "You can keep that. I won't be needing it. Seems she has some good people in her lives. That's important." he said, sharing his simple philosophy with the Texan, then he reached out and shook his hand once more, "The name's actually, Russel." he whispered, "I'm glad to meet you. I'd just rather use Totem." His eyes quickly scanned the faces of the strangers in the room, "I don't know these people. I don't know you, but you seem an honest man and you know how to dress." Russel kicked out a leg and let the heel of his western style boot hit the floor, then he smiled broadly at Tim.

"So you guys are from New York." Stated Totem, "I'm originally from, B.C., up in Canada. My people are the Haida, but the bastards tried to turn in me into RAID for a lousy reward. Can you believe that? My own people." revealed Totem with a bit of a laugh, "I live in Oregon now, but Chicago here, seems interesting. I like seeing the costumes again, although I imagine you're not much one for a mask, are you?" Russel assumed, his eyes narrowing on Tim.

"So what are your plans?" Asked Russel, "If you need help finding your girl, I'll ride along with you, just don't go calling me Tonto, it's Totem." He told him while putting on a serious face, then it widened once more into a warm broad smile.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 5:51 pm


Shawn's immediate response was to turn down Yelena's help, but as his hands raised to say just that, his intellect kicked in and the memories of the twists and turns came back to him. He visibly sank as he considered this before sighing and nodding in response. Before he could stand up, however, he felt a faint warmth enter the room and the vibration of Yelena talking to someone. Reading the device, Shawn learned that she was called Allie Jameson and essentially just checking in on them. The metas were coming out of the woodwork and all of them seemed to be bending over backwards for them. He'd had no idea that anyone out there even supported metas let alone that there were underground resistances building among a hidden meta community. Still, when he considered it, it made perfect sense and as he found himself up to his eyeballs in the movement, he could barely imagine what he would have done if he'd just stumbled upon this on his own.

At the same time, he still couldn't be sure if he'd fit in. He was certainly not the superhero type and a lot of these people: Yelena, Morgan, Toril, seemed very much the do-gooder type and that was just not Shawn's style. Shawn was in everything for himself, keeping his life interesting and, now, keeping his ass out of RAID's or Beacon's prisons as he continued to develop his powers. For now at least, as part of that goal, he'd need to do what he hated most: Accept help... frequently.

When Allie left and the temperature dropped just slightly. Shawn got to his feet and moved a head of Yelena until he got to the door. Standing relatively straight, even with his head slightly dropped, Shawn held out his hands and felt his way into the hallway, moving away from the bathroom and making it as clear as he could that he wanted only minimal help.
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"I heard you're looking for Zoe?" he said, "she's in the basement. I was headed there. Shall I act a guide?"
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 7:37 pm

Tim shook the Native American's hand firmly "Right pleasure ta meet ya Totem, names Tim Rutherford, but the call me "Cowboy"., some call me worse than that." He said with a grin "Was borned in New York but after this RIGGS shit, I moved ta Texas, was an undercover cop fur the Dallas PD until ... well fur a while. Then moved ta my ranch in Arnett, Teexas. Mosied up ta New York fur a friend's burryin' when all hell broke loose. Been on the run ever since. Me an Yelena har we goes way back. .... Na ain't much fur that shit. I like fur the bad guys ta see whose gonna take em down. Ain't nothin' like a cold hard stare 'for ya send em ta hell." .....Tim stopped for a moment and thought. "Fur as Morgan goes, that be one head strong, mule headed, reckless young woman.......I ain't sure ya can call her my girl, aftur she took off the way she did. Don't be gittin me wrong, I like her right enough but damn she kin be more contankurus than a team of Mizzur mules. She's damn near the most stubborn woman I ever met."

"I'd be right proud ifin' wanted ta ride along with me Totem. Anybody that wares a pair a boots like that ain't bad in my book. An' I sees yur parcial to a yur coffe without frillin' it all up. Ain't nuttin' like a good cup of straight black range coffee."

"Na I ain't much fur the mask thang ....... I likes fur the bad guys ta see my eyes fur I send em ta hell. Like fur em ta know whose takin em out. Ain't nuthin like a cold hard stare. I ain't got a plan yet, figured I'd just wait an see ifin' she shows up taday ........ lessin' somebody comes up with a better one. I reckon I might take a look see around, get a lay of the land ifin' ya knowed what I mean? Yur welcome ta tag along ifin' ya gots a hankerin' ...... Just don't start callin me keemo sabe." Tim said with a broad grin.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Wed Sep 02, 2009 8:04 pm

Allie shook her head at Kekoa. Damn, if the man wasn't good looking, but she wasn't about ready to let him know that she thought that. She really did like him, but she wasn't use to his care-free attitude.

She followed him quietly, admiring his rear end with an appreciative gaze. Once they reached the basement, he opened the door for her, waggling his eyebrows at her. She couldn't stop the blush that heated her face, turning her eyes darker as she stormed past him.

Seeing Zoe sitting at a table littered with electronics, she approached the serious faced woman.

"You must be Zoe, I'm Allie Jameson. I just wanted to let you know that if there's anything you need let me or Ayana know and funds will be made available to you. We want you to be as comfortable as you can be here."

Allie smiled at the woman, instinctively knowing that she wouldn't get one in return. Turning, she looked at Kekoa, rolling her eyes at his lop sided grin.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Thu Sep 03, 2009 12:20 am



As Totem smiled his dark grey eyes twinkled. He pondered the word which he knew was taken from the Tewa people in Arizona, which roughly translated to 'friend' or 'blood brother', the natives really didn't distinguish between the two. "Kemosabe." he said aloud, trying the word out and pondering whether this man was befitting of such a title. "You see the training room?" he said changing the subject, "There's even a shooting range for a couple of shooters. Not really my thing though... well, not anymore."

Totem got up and put his dishes in the dishwasher but retained his coffee cup which he refilled then walked over to Tim with the pot and topped off his mug. "There's a work room, with all sorts of crafting tools over there." he said motioning with his bottom lip to the eastern hallway. "Just down there, to the left then a quick right. All sorts of tools. I'm a woodworker myself. You?"

Totem placed the coffee pot back on the burner, leaned against the counter and sipped away at his third cup that morning.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Thu Sep 03, 2009 5:56 am

"Thank ya Totem." Tim said as Russell filled his cup. "Ain't much ofa woodwurker, can fix what needs fixin', wittil' a tad ta pass the time. Firin' range ya say? ..... Smart ta keep yur aim up in ar line a work. ....... some folk jus won't lisin' ta reason ya know. ....... An them damned bleedin' heart judges an lawyers ain't never read the 'Eye fur and eye' part of the Bible I reckon. 'Stead they wanna tell ya how these crimmnal maniacs are damaged cause thar daddy didn't buy um a shiney new bike every Christmas..... their daddy didnm' gave em a swat on the ass with the palm of his hand when they daserved it or mamma sent them ta be without supper fur throwin' thar smashed tadders at lil' sistur. ...... A lit'l Texas justis' do a whole mess betar thun layin of some head doc's couch." ....... Tim then sat quietly drinking his coffee listening to the others talk.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:59 am



The Meta-human resistance fighters from Troy, New York had at last arrived at what would be their new home for a while. The crafty old super-hero, Wraith had left a trail for his new companions to follow and with local RAID enforcers, the FBI and Beacon breathing down their necks it was a unanimous decision for a change of scenery and perhaps a little well earned rest and relaxation. Chicago was, however, already proving to be anything but leisurely and for some down right terrifying.

Frank Shepherd has finally caught up with his daughter, and Morgan who had left for Chicago ahead of the others won't be missed for another day when she had promised to call in check in with Yelena. Frank, now known as the Hunter, a special RAID operative working for Supervising Agent Birkshire plans on exorcising the demons from his daughter in his own manner. Will Morgan survive twelve hours alone with her maniacal Father?

The arrival of the Troy resistance group coincides with the death of the Green Street Base's controller. Silicone Surfer, who they all know now to be Joanne Keys, a Bridgeport resident, was believed to been killed when she opened fire on the RAID enforcers that raided her home. Sigma Slayer, who had taken it upon himself to investigate her murder isn't convinced that Silicone would reacted to armed enforcers as was reported and found some contradicting facts that he intends to share with the rest of the resistance.

A group of villains have also just escaped from a Meta-Detention Centre, accomplishing what was thought to be impossible due to the assistance of an exceptional hacker. Is there a connection between the death of Silicone Surfer and the recent break-out?



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Grey remembered seeing the blurry image of man, and the movements of the car sending sharp pains through his body with every bump and turn. "You're going to be fine, man." the driver's voice boomed in his ears as he pushed a pill into his mouth which Grey instinctively swallowed then all went dark once more. The next thing he remembered were the pulsing flashes of street lights on the backs of his eyelids, and the voice announcing, "We're hear, man. Take it easy."

Grey woke up, slivers of sunlight shining through the black out blinds, illuminating the green carpet of the motel room. He tried to rise and was gently pushed back down by a hand with black finger nails. A familiar face then came into view, "Hey, Grey." Greeted a young man with multi-coloured hair, multiple body piercings, wearing a black leather suit of a gothic nature.

Grey recognized the young man as Scavenger, I guy he used to run with a while back. A good guy to keep at your side, because he'd most likely stick you in the back if given the chance. Oddly enough, however, he apparently saved Pyre's life. His ribs had been bandaged and wounds redressed and Grey could tell that Scav had been feeding him pain killers, since he felt like he could run a marathon.

"You're probably hungry." Mentioned the gothic punk as he put on a long black leather trench coat and started to the door, "There's a Subway not too far away, I'll pick you up a twelve inch, and when I get back I'll fill you in on the details. Don't go anywhere." he said while making what might be perceived as a smile forming on his sullen face. His voice was effeminate at times, and his mannerisms languid. Smoothly the man, that Grey also knew as Stefan Rook, glided to the door and disappeared into the brightness of day.


(Friday, May 22nd - 10:15 am. A Motel in Chicago)
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Yelena let Shawn lead the way and only when he got to a point where he clearly couldn’t find his way out, she offered assistance then. After a quick breakfast, they duo were off once more learning the ins and outs of the house. Making sure she gave the young man his space so he could navigate his way through the new safe house, Yelena familiarized herself with it as well. It was important to her to make sure she got to know the safe house like the back of her hand. It could mean the difference between life and death one day.

Seeing Russel and Tim strike up a conversation with each other as she and Shaw ate breakfast, she was glad to see the Texan make some sort of connection with the Haida. There seemed to be more in common between the two than they both realized at first. Of course the main thing they had in common was Morgan.

A few hours later, Shawn was fairly comfortable he could navigate through the corridors of the safe house without any further assistance from Yelena and the shape shifter agreed. Of course she would keep an eye on him just in case. It actually felt good to be able to just sit down for a few minutes and not have to worry about checking to see if the coast was clear.

As she sat on an over stuffed couch in the main, common room of the safe house, Yelena thought about the last time she was able to sit down on a couch. She, Toril and Cassius were on the run from Vicily’s madness. Reaching up to touch her shoulder, she could still feel the wound. While it was healed for the most part, the area around it was still tender in some places while others she could feel nothing.

If it hadn’t been for Toril and Cassius and later Tim she would have died on that lake. She owed them both her life and that was something she didn’t take lightly. During her recuperation in Troy, Yelena vowed she would do what ever she could to repay all of them.

And speaking of Toril. Where exactly was the big Norwegian? Yelena thought for sure she’d see him by now. Taking out the cell phone she carried, she pressed the call button, highlighted his number then pressed the call button again. Hopefully he would answer again and she could let him know they were settled in and thank him for his help once more.

(11:30 am - May 22 - Green Street Safe House - Chicago, Illinois )

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 4   Fri Sep 04, 2009 5:31 pm


As Scavenger left, Grey took a moment to focus his weary mind on where he was before digging back into haze to try to figure out how he got here. A few broken flashes came back to him of the forest, of birds, of car rides, and a dulled, faraway voice. With a groan, he pushed himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His joints cracked and his muscles felt so stiff he began to wonder how long he had been out for. With a cautious stretch, Grey got to his feet and limped around the tiny motel room, glancing tentatively in the mirror.

He would have gasped at what he saw if he hadn't been expecting worse. His hair was disheveled but still remained in its usual ponytail, fly-aways framing his face. Both eyes were black but nowhere near as swollen as he had remembered and his vision was relatively clear. The only remnants of just how much he had been bleeding were the dark stains that still scarred his clothing. His face was otherwise clean save for the Band-Aids that Scavenger must have put over the cuts.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the familiar orange bottle and rattled it with disdain. There were only 3 little blue pills left and he certainly didn't have much in the way of money. It wouldn't have surprise Grey much to find that his boss has cleaned out his bank account.

Sighing, Grey limped back to the bed and lay gingerly on it, not taking any chances with his cracked ribs, and waited for his friend to return.
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