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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Fri Jun 10, 2011 1:47 pm

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4 troopers rushed at Gabriel and Yelena as they attempted their escape.
"If you don't fight, we won't fight!" One trooper said as he rushed at them, doing his best to avoid the ever expanding sticky foam.

"Your presence here is is unlawful, you will be taken into custody and processed." Another added as he gripped his long black V baton.

Gabriel took a moment to give the RAID agents a quizzical look. Did they really think that those statements would stop him? Please, he'd seen enough to know that there was no going peacefully here. Either he and Yelena made their break for it, or they were as good as dead anyway. Didn't seem like a real perplexing decision after all, did it? Gabriel simply scoffed and returned his focus to the matter at hand: escape.

When Yelena dashed forward and jumped at him, he used one arm to encircle her lower back, even now careful to keep any skin to skin contact at a minimum. As the agents raised their weapons and continued their attempts to subdue the duo, Gabriel turned his focus down to Yelena with a grin. Just like the good ol' times, right?

"Tango, you say? Where's my rose?"

With that, he fell backwards, off the edge of the roof. While falling, he flipped over in mid-air, that way he was flying in the proper alignment. Yelena would have her back to the ground, but, that couldn't be helped. Gabriel momentarily mused over the idea of making a harness for situations just like this, but, his thoughts were cut short as he took note of those blinking lights and that unique sound that could only mean that the agents were taking this battle to the air. Letting off a slight growl, Gabriel ensured that Yelena was held securely between his arm and his chest, before starting to make evasive maneuvers.

Yelena gave her instructions, and Gabriel did indeed offer an incredulous response. Get her to the side of the chopper? Was she serious? They were escaping here, not taking down a million dollars worth of helicopter! Then, she threw that 'trust me' card out there, in his own voice, no less. He narrowed his eyes at her momentarily, before offering a smirk. That was an unfair gambit, now wasn't it?

Gabriel banked hard to the left, changing course so he would intercept the chopper from the side and rear as it turned around to try and get another pass at the two metas. The wind from the rotors buffeted him a bit, and he clenched his jaw, offering a slight grunt as they got closer. He flapped those glowing wings and strained against the air pressure, bearing down to charge ever closer to the side bay door of the helicopter.

When they were within striking distance, Gabriel allowed his free hand to flare up with his energy once more, flinging a small orb of that light at the side door to clear away any agents who were standing close to it. When the orb hit the bay door, it exploded in another flare of light, hopefully blinding any enemies who were dumb enough to stay too close to the window.

"I hope you know what you're doing!" He shouted over the rushing wind, looking down at Yelena. "I'll keep them distracted and looking ahead! Let's make this quick!"

Gabriel positioned himself properly beside the helicopter, then swept close once more, this time allowing his free hand to grip the rail on the side of the bird. He ground his teeth together and growled with effort, pulling himself and Yelena upward so that his Russian partner could get her feet under her on the rail. When he was satisfied that she could stand, Gabriel tipped her a wink, then fell backward again into the night sky.

He righted himself with a quick back flip, before leveling off and using his wings to fower himself forward along the side of the chopper. He swooped below it, before surging forward and coming up about thirty yards ahead of it. He turned to face the oncoming aircraft and hovered in mid-air, his wings working double time to keep him steady. Those piercing blue eyes stared into the cockpit and he bared his teeth, summoning up an orb of light in each hand.

"Hey! Morons! Over here!"
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Fri Jun 10, 2011 2:38 pm


Yelena knew Gabriel wasn’t thrilled about letting go of her, especially to let her fall right into the vipers pit, so to speak. But he knew she wasn’t helpless and she obviously had something up her sleeve or she wouldn’t have made the outrageous request. Once Gabriel reluctantly agreed to her insane plan, she yelled to him again.

” Make sure you get as close to roof tops as you can get!”

She was asking her friend to take a huge risk but she knew Gabriel knew her enough that she wouldn’t ask him to take the risk without some kind of plan. Even though it was one she came up with off the cuff.

Yelena could feel Gabriel straining to fight against the air current the rotary blades were creating. At the last second the chopper pilot made an evasive maneuver and instead of going into the crew door she reached out for and grabbed a hold of the rail of the landing gear with Gabriel’s assistance. Her gymnast training came in handy as she grabbed a hold of the railing and held on tightly. As Gabriel separated from the chopper and the bird turned to quickly chase after him, Yelena began her assault in the machine.

As all of this was happening, Gabriel did as Yelena asked; making sure the chopper followed him as he dove down close to the roof tops. It was all he could do to keep from being ripped apart by the automatic rifle fire that was coming from the chopper Yelena now dangled from.

As Yelena reached her one hand up and grabbed a hold of the operatives arm that lunged for her, she glanced to her right and saw they were very close to one of the rooftops. Shifting her weight, she yanked hard pulling the crewman out of the chopper. He flailed and screamed thinking it was the end when he suddenly felt the hard, rough, gravel surface of the rooftop. Hitting so hard he felt his arm snap and he instantly saw stars before he passed out from the impact of the blow.

Now that one had been taken care of, she still had five more to handle and that included the pilot and co-pilot. She took out one more unsuspecting agent before the others had a chance to do any real damage to her. Now is when things were going to get hairy.

Weapons and electrically charge batons in an aviation machine with tight quarters never mixed well. This was no exception. The door gunner turned his automatic rifle on Yelena and she grabbed a hold of the “oh shit” strap and felt herself swing wide out of the chopper crew door as the pilot made another quick move tilting the chopper towards the same side she had just dove towards. Her legs swung higher than she anticipated and the rotary blades of the chopper came way too close for comfort just as a blast from the gun would have cut her in half.

As the chopper suddenly listed to the other side, Yelena used the momentum to swing her legs back into the chopper as she grabbed onto the strap with both hands. As her legs entered the chopper the heels of her feet connected with the gunner and he flew back against the back of the chopper, dropping his gun.

The chopper made another sudden list to the opposite side as she tried to gain her footing but toppled backwards. The rifle skidded by her and fell out the crew door as she felt herself sliding to the door. The agent had the wind knocked out of him but for the moment, he wasn’t a threat. The other agent who held the baton in his hand was, however. Yelena could hear the charge of electricity as it crackled between the two electrodes at the end. The high powered cattle prod, as Yelena referred to them, was dangerous as it could paralyze her instantly with one touch, not to mention could kill her if it was used long enough.

Catching herself on the leg of the seat, she stopped herself from falling out of the bird but she had to do something quick as the agent with the baton was already diving for her. Thankfully the pilot helped her without realizing it. He made another listing turn to the opposite side causing the agent’s momentum to all but stop. It did, however, help Yelena as she kept a hold of the seat leg and swung her legs back into the chopper, taking out the agents feet from under him. He went down hard on the floor of the chopper and the next thing Yelena knew he was tumbling out the door.

She scrambled over as quickly as she could to see if she could save him but it was too late. He was already halfway down to the street when she saw him. The next thing she knew was intense pain coming from her side as she felt a steel toed boot planted squarely in her side. Followed by another that caused her to roll. And that same boot stomping at her head just as she had just enough time to move her head out of the way before the boot made contact. Holding her side as she moved to get to her feet, the agent took a swing at her and connected his fist to her right jaw. Her head snapped back and she almost lost her footing falling backwards. Had it not been for the strap in the ceiling she grabbed a hold of at the last minute, she would have fallen right between the pilot and co-pilot.

It hurt like hell to grab a hold of that strap and pull herself back up but as the agent pulled his handgun and aimed it at her, Yelena kicked out with her left foot in a right to left move hitting the hand and knocking it away as the agent fired. The bullet penetrated the instrument panel damaging some sensitive wiring. Warning lights and alarms started to sound as the pilot yelled commands. Yelena wasn’t listening to any of that. All she knew was the agent was coming at her again and she couldn’t stop the sudden, forward motion. The agent tackled her and she fell back into the co-pilot. The momentum was so strong the co-pilot was suddenly pushed forward and in doing so he pushed the joystick flight control forward as well causing the chopper to suddenly dive.

The agent punched Yelena a few more times before she was able to plant her foot into the torso of the agent and shove him off her. As the chopper still descended rapidly it was all she could do to push herself up away and off of the co-pilot. By then, though, they were diving at such a rapid rate they wouldn’t be able to recover. There was only one thing Yelena could do.

Saying a small prayer, she dove for the crew door to jump out of the doomed helicopter when she was suddenly stopped in mid jump and landed with a hard thud on the floor of the chopper as she dangled half in and half out of the bird. As the air was painfully forced from her lungs, she tried desperately to gulp air back into her deprived lungs. She felt a weight on the left leg as she saw the agent giving one last try at subduing her. Seeing the blue arc of the baton she knew what he was going to do. Yelena pulled her right leg up towards her body and kicked out at the agent just as the baton cam down onto her leg shocking her. Screaming in pain, she felt her body go numb just as she fell from the chopper.

Unable to keep any form she shifted into in place, she shifted back to her true form. Her skin turned a strange blue and it seemed as though there were scales on parts of her body. Her hair was an odd shade of red and her gold eyes stared straight ahead as she fell from the sky.

So, she thought, this is how I’m going to die. At least I went down fighting. I just hope Gabriel was able to get away…….

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Fri Jun 10, 2011 3:04 pm



John snorted like a bull as he stepped off the bike, his big leg clanking on the concrete. Bug was peeking through the tinted glass of the office/warehouse building. The building was nestled between a lot of surrounding businesses that imported furniture and decor from Asia and Mexico. On the dark glass of the suite's window was gold lettering- "Simon Vega- Consultant". The building was quiet as were the surrounding businesses, it was early still and this part of the city had not awakened yet.

Out front of the two story building was a wrought iron park bench, the city had placed it there with some big bolts for shoppers' convenience. John wasted no time and pulled it up from it's anchors and lifted it over his head.

"Heads up Bug." John said calmly as he tossed it through the large plate glass window. The dark glass and gold lettering came down in a noisy shower as the bench flew through the air.

"Knock, knock asshole." John growled, seeming very happy with this bit of on the spot planning.

John lit his cigar and puffed on it as he spoke.

"Let's go buddy, time to make the doughnuts." The big man grinned as he crunched over the broken glass and reached through the large opening and unlocked the entry door from the inside.

John stepped through the doorway and into a nicely furnished waiting area with crimson colored chairs and small tables covered with magazines about importing and exporting goods from exotic countries. Beyond the waiting area was a huge dark wood reception desk. On it was a bank of phones and a small bell for customers to ring if the desk was unmanned.

John walked to the desk and slammed his mech hand on the bell it made a short, sad ring like sound and was crushed flat.

"I guess they ain't open yet." John said as he walked past the desk to the offices beyond. The mechanic knew that these buildings always had offices up front and a medium size warehouse space in the rear. John figured that they must have the car in the back.

Cautiously but confidently John walked past the locked offices to wider hallway that lead to the warehouse space. Above the large double doors to the warehouse a small security camera was mounted. Bug noticed the small red operating light was on and the camera moved to follow the two heroes movements as they approached.
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Fri Jun 10, 2011 3:42 pm



Once the chopper turned it's attention, and it's gun, at Gabriel, he immediately turned and streaked off through the night. He worked as best he could to adhere to Yelena's request, banking close to the rooftops as best he could while attempting to stay ahead of the sweep of that high powered rifle. Bullets droned and whizzed past Gabriel, inches from the man, as he twisted and turned around the unyielding shapes of New York's buildings.

With a high pitched whine and shower of concrete, a chunk of building was obliterated just inches from Gabriel's face, causing him the bark out another curse, lifting one arm to shield his head and diving down to the opposite side. This was getting far too close for comfort. Once he was moderately sure he wasn't going to catch the next round in the head, Gabriel touched down on a nearby roof for a split second, only to change his momentum, as he then surged straight upward into the air. Once at an acceptable height, he turned to face the helicopter again, just in time to note the chaos that Yelena was causing inside the bird. He now understood why she'd asked him to hug close to the rooftops, and managed a slight smirk as he watched one of the agents slam into the concrete roof, injured for sure, but alive.

"Attagirl..."

The bird began to pitch and swing about as Yelena worked her magic inside of it, and Gabriel made another dive toward it. He noted her take out the gunner, then disappear into the darkness of the cabin. Gabriel took that moment to fling one of those orbs at the gun itself, setting off another blazing explosion that rendered the gun, at worst, too hot to touch, and at best, completely unusable. The helicopter suddenly lurched upward, after one of its occupants took the big dive to the city pavement, and Gabriel knew that Yelena had likely made her way to the cockpit.

Gabriel swooped around, planning on heading for the bay door that Yelena had used to get into the helicopter in the first place, when, just as fast as the chopper rose, it began to dive. Halting his forward momentum, Gabriel shot backward, just in time to avoid that razor-sharp rotor atop the wildly shifting aircraft. He darted to the front of it once more, peering through the windshield, just in time to see Yelena caught by the agent, who then zapped her with one of those cattle prods, sending her falling bonelessly out of the doomed craft.

Scowling, and highly tempted to barrage the damned helicopter with explosive orbs, Gabriel thought better of it, and immediately tucked his wings close to his back, sending him into a dive. His blonde hair whipped back from his face, lips pulled back to bare his teeth, as he hurtled downward, trying to match Yelena's descent. The rooftops whistled around him, and pavement was rapidly approaching. Once he felt he'd reached the point of no return, he snapped his wings outward and made a hard cut toward the falling blue meta.

Arching his back, Gabriel did his damndest to cushion the blow as best he could when she snagged Yelena from mid-air with both arms. The tips of his toes, bare since he'd had no time to retie his boots in the church, scraped against the brick facade of a building as he strained to angle his flight back upward before they both hit the street. Flying close to the side of the building, Gabriel slowly began to rise again, heading for the clear air and freedom. Unfortunately, as is usually the case with New York apartment buildings, their occupants tended to have their air conditioning units hanging out of their windows. Gabriel's thigh came into contact with one such unit and sent him spinning. He secured Yelena against his chest and tucked his wings against his back again, knowing a landing was in order, since he wouldn't be able to pull out of that spin.

Angling for an adjacent, lower rooftop, Gabriel turned his body to take the impact on his left arm and side. His breath left him in a rush as he hit, bounced and rolled along the concrete. He felt the shin rash off of his arm and the wound in his side reopen as he skidded to a halt on his left shoulerblade. Once stopped, he rolled onto his back and opened his arms to release Yelena, giving a slight groan as he closed his eyes. He couldn't help it, though, and a smile grew on his lips.

"Figures... Guns, electricity and concrete and I'm taken down by a damn air conditioner..."
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Sun Jun 12, 2011 7:25 pm


Yelena had never been on such a wild ride in all her life. First she fell backwards, paralyzed, out of a helicopter then she was snagged in mid fall by a pair of vice like arms and cradled against a rock hard chest. Then she was heading upwards only to careen out of control back down towards the ground. And even THAT ended prematurely as Gabriel’s body hit the rooftop and sent them both tumbling. When he released his grip on her she rolled like a rag doll from his arms and landed on her left side with her back to him.

After a few seconds, Yelena coughed and groaned then slowly began to move. Her muscles were slow in responding as the jolt from the baton had been like a super charge jolt from a tazer gun. Forcing her body to move, she rolled over on her stomach and clenched her jaw as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. As she moved, her body was trying desperately to respond to her commands to morph into her ‘normal’ look. Like a wave of illusion, her blue skin would change to ivory and instead of being naked, as she was now, she was fully clothed.

Several curses in Russian escaped her lips as her frustration at her lack of speed and her lack of control over her body was slow to react. She was finally able to get her molecular system back under control and she was able to maintain her appearance, save for the golden eyes she now sported.

Staggering to her feet, she stumbled her way towards Gabriel and helped the larger meta sit up and give him a quick glance to assess the damage he’d taken. What she saw made her utter another soft curse in Russian. He needed to rinse the pebbles and dirt out of his skin so it didn’t get infected and that damned wound on his side was now bleeding again.

”Gabriel…?Are you OK? We need to get out of here before they find us.”

Looking around frantically, she tried to gauge how far away they were from the church and how long it would be before RAID found them again. She looked back into the glowing eyes of her friend with a worried look on her face and those strange eyes of hers seeming to glow right back at him.

”Thank you. I not live if you not catch me.”

Furrowing her brows, she remembered something just then. Why, she didn’t know, but it was something she HAD to ask Gabriel about.

”Something happened back at church just after you took off. It looked like black…..blob attacked agents after crawling up side of bell tower. I not see anything like that before. I not sure if it was helping us or keeping agents away before it could get to us.”

A noise made her snap her head to the left just in time to see an old man coming out onto the roof. He took a few steps then looked up to see them kneeling on the roof. He glanced at Gabriel and saw the blood then glanced at Yelena and saw the eyes. There was a second before anyone reacted and it was the old man that quickly ran for the door and ducked back inside. Yelena could hear the heavy lock being put back in place. Looking at Gabriel, she gave him another worried look.

”Can you get up and walk, Gabriel? We need to get off roof before other helicopter comes. Come on….”

Once more she swallowed her inhibitions and placed Gabriel’s right arm over her shoulders so she could use her strength to help the larger meta to his feet. Once he was standing, she helped him steady himself before she slowly stepped away letting him stand on his own once she was sure he wasn’t going to fall over.

”Let me go check area out….stay here.”

Before Gabriel could protest, Yelena was walking slowly towards a side of the building. There was a slight limp in her walk, a prolonged affect of the hit from the baton in her leg. Once she got to the side of the building, she peered cautiously over the side. What she saw was an alley with several dumpsters and a fire escape. Looking back at Gabriel, she signaled to him to join her. When he got there, she pointed to the alley and the fire escape.

”Up for some rail sliding?”

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:31 pm


Fyedka watched in astonishment as the hot waitress from work performed some acrobatics he hadn't seen since his gymnastics teachers demonstrated for him as a child. He then watched as the helicopter bucked and shook against the conflict going on in and around it until he got the confirmation he needed. The young Russian's heart skipped a beat when he saw Yelena come plummeting down from the helicopter only to . . . change . . . from the natural beauty to something alien: blue and with some kind of texture on her skin that may have been scales or some kind of rough armor. Still, that only made him want to help more and he jumped out from behind the Dumpster, ready to sail towards her on a wave of shadows when he let out a sigh of relief to see the winged man catch her.

His handsome green eyes followed their path as they soared away from the fray and landed on a nearby rooftop. It was then Fyedka paused, assessing his own surroundings. The risk to the other two was now far less than that to himself and he immediately plunged the alley in darkness, shadow so thick even he couldn't see through it. Luckily, he'd slept in plenty of alleys like this one and was fairly certain he could figure out how to navigate through it. There was a fire escape much farther down where he could hide and not have to waste energy maintaining his shroud.

The thought of exposing himself made his heart skip beats, but these people obviously weren't on the feds' side. Regardless they were obviously alone against the Riggs Act Enforcers and if they were fighting, then so could he. No sense in leaving his own to fight by themselves.

He knew Yelena would recognize him... but he wasn't sure how the other guy would react to a stranger in their midst. So, perching by the fire escape in the blinding blackness, Fyedka paused, listening to the sounds of the Mutant Hunters as he always thought of them gathered back in their vans and drove off.
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:13 am


Bug watched as John made quick work of the window and followed him into the small reception room. As Bug looked around he heard a sad ring and turned to see John smashing the bell. With a half cocked smile he looked at John as he made his smart comment about them not being open.

They made their way down the hall and Bug caught the slight movement of the camera above them. He tapped John on the shoulder who stopped and looked down at him. He climbed up onto John's shoulders and looked directly into the lens. He flashed his crooked grin and then snapped the camera off it's mount but was careful not to sever the wires and the connection. He then crouched down and held the camera in front of John's face.

The big man grinned directly into the lens, took a long drag from his cigar and blew it over the glass. With that Bug crushed the camera in his hands and jumped off John's shoulders. He spoke in his tinny accent, "That should gets they's attention."

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Wed Jun 15, 2011 2:00 pm


John and Bug shoved the double doors open and entered the warehouse area of the building. The warehouse was empty except for the old Cadillac, it was parked at the rear of the large open space. Near the car were two men in finely tailored suits. One of the men was small, around five feet tall he sat comfortably in a chair near the car. Standing next to him was a giant of a man, close to seven feet tall. The smaller, older man had graying hair and appeared to be in his 60s, the larger man seemed much younger. The small man was calmly smoking a cigarette as the giant glared at Bug and John.

"If you want your car back come and get it, grease monkey..." The little man snarled as Bug and John came closer.

The old man took another drag from his smoke, the giant next to him had balled up his fists ready for a fight.

John shot a look to Bug and kept moving towards the old man. The mechanic glared back at the giant as he walked, his mech leg loudly clanking along in the cavernous warehouse.

"Look gramps, I didn't get up this morning hoping to kick an old man's ass today but I...." John was cut short by a ferocious right hook from the old man. In one swift action the old man took off his Fedora style hat, set it gingerly on his chair and blasted MacManus right in the jaw. The mechanic stumbled backwards as if had been struck by a truck. John shot Bug a look of true surprise, these were no ordinary thugs. The old man came at John again landing a few jabs in the mechanic's ribs, each blow felt like a sledgehammer.

"Damn old man, you musta had yer Wheaties this morning..." John growled as he tried his best to dodge the old man's jabs.

"Whattta youse want me ta do Tic-Tac?" The giant asked of the old man.

"Get the little guy Frankie and twist his head off." The old man barked as the giant came at Bug.
Frankie was still wearing his hat as he rushed at Bug, the giant was all fury and no style has he lumbered towards Bug with his hands out in front of him like a drunken Frankenstein monster.

Frankie was freakishly strong and he fought dirty and like the old man he was a meta too. Frankie was a special kind of thug, he was dumb as a post but he could take a hit. The giant had a very dense molecular structure, hitting Frankie was like punching reinforced concrete or trying to dent structural steel. In addition to his dense structure Frankie never grew winded or weary of fighting, it seemed that the giant could go on forever.

John landed an uppercut that sent the old man back a few feet but it did not slow Tic-Tac down for long. The old man got back to his feet with amazing speed and came at John again landing a few of those sledgehammer punches. John was beginning to size up the old man, he seemed to have unnatural speed and strength. John caught a hold of the old man's fist as he swung at the mechanic. John's mech hand squeezed the small thug's hand like a vice, John slammed Tic-Tac down onto the floor. the old man was visibly shaken as he connected with the concrete.

"I could do this all day old man." John sneered as he slammed the small man onto the floor again.

The old man landed a stiff kick to John's groin, the mechanic let go of the little guy and struggled not to throw up from the nut shot.

"Me too, punk!" The old man said with a smile.

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Wed Jun 15, 2011 5:15 pm




Gabriel let off a groan as Yelena moved to help him sit up. He felt the tackiness of his bloodied skin prying debris from the rooftop concrete and glanced down at that scraped flesh of his shoulder. It looked like he'd just gotten into a fight with a very pissed off and very thorough housecat who was in severe need of a nail clipping. It looked gnarly, but, it was mostly superficial, unlike the wound on his side, which was steadily flowing. Gabriel brushed off his arm as best he could with his opposite hand and then wiped the blood off on the leg of his pants. Grimacing slightly and taking slow, controlled breaths to keep his blood pressure down as best he could, he looked up at Yelena.

"Don't thank me until I improve on that landing bit. That could've gone a lot worse." He was serious about the last part, but, he offered up a warm smile in response to her thanks. "I'm a little frayed, but, I'll be okay."

He knew full well that they had to move, and allowed himself to accept the help to his feet from Yelena. The old man came and went, and Gabriel was well aware their escape time was going to be cut in half, at best. Sighing, he was about to answer her question about that blob of shadows, which he had noted, and was just as curious about, when she wandered off to the edge of the roof. He watched her peer over, then beckon him. Giving that bloddied arm another quick wipe down with his palm, he obliged, walking slowly until he got his balance under him again, and brushing his hand off on the thigh of his pants once more.

He glanced over the side and noted what Yelena was pointing out, then looked back to his Russian partner in crime. He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying her, like he often did as he sized people up, then a slow smile curled across his lips. Never a dull moment in the life of a meta, was there? He glanced down again, setting one bare foot, toes bloodied from scraping the concrete, on the roof's ledge.

"Well, I can't really argue an alternative to flying, that hasn't seemed to go well for either of us tonight..." He offered a short chuckle. "Question is, is it any safer down there? I'm not exactly the most inconspicuous person, and I can't change myself to blend in any better..."

He cut his gaze back over to Yelena, arching a single brow.

"Plus, now do we have some kind of shadow monster to deal with? Tell you the truth, I'd much rather deal with the agents... At least I know that they're stupid."
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:15 am


As Bug and John entered the warehouse Bug walked calmly beside his friend. At first he was curious as to why there were only two guys, but his curiosity was quickly replaced with suspicion. Two guys? No way, this was not going to be this easy. As John started speaking Bug kept pace with him and watched the giant of a man as Tic-Tac bantered with John. In what seemed like a blink the old man was on top of his friend and pounding the hell out of him. Bug was about to respond and jump in when he heard Tic-Tac give the order to attack and he turned at the sound of the lumbering giants footsteps.

He shifted quickly and dashed towards a massive metal support beam and Frankie turned awkwardly to pursue. Bug sprang off his feet, used his momentum to spin in the air and got his feet against the poll, allowing inertia to rebound him like a coiled spring and he shot off the poll smashing his fists into Frankie's midsection. It was like hitting a concrete wall, so much so that the man barely stepped back at the impact. As he was bouncing back Frankie grabbed him and started crushing his rib cage. Bug gasped as he felt the wind being squeezed from his lungs, he had made a mistake but one that was unpredictable but now he had to get out of this guys grasp.

He started bicycling his legs and Franky's grip slipped just enough that Bug was able to land a shot square to the nuts, Frankie howled and grit his teeth, loosening his grip just enough for Bug to get his arm out and smash the big man on the bridge of the nose. The one second of stars the giant saw was enough for Bug to drop to the floor and dash towards the car. Frankie grunted and lumbered towards Bug, "You're dead meat little Bug!"

Bug smirked and reached under the hood, popping the trunk and reaching down beside the interior wheel. He grabbed the big tire iron he knew was there and faked a movement towards Frankie who was now almost on top of him. Frankie responded by grasping towards the left and Bug spun leaping into the air towards Frankie's right. The sound of the tire iron rang out like a bell and when Bug landed he noticed that he had actually bent it on Frankie's skull. Surely that put the giant down. He turned and Frankie was standing there holding the side of his head where a tiny trickle of blood was coming out of a wound that looked no more threatening than a shaving nick, "Damn it little Bug, I haven' been cut in years."

Bug looked at the tire iron in confusion, that blow was enough to fell an elephant, or so he thought. He began to contemplate their situation. Over Frankie's shoulder he could see John getting jabbed and tapped by Tic-Tac's almost blinding fast punches and kicks. These two guys were almost their doppelgangers and of all the fights he had ever been in with John never once did they have to face something that was so close to fighting themselves.

Frankie swung downwards and Bug side stepped, the impact actually cracking the concrete floor. He shook his head in thanks that he managed to avoid that hit and he started moving backwards across the garage, putting some distance between Frankie and Tic-Tac. If these guys were accustomed to fighting with each other like he and John were he knew that keeping them apart would be an advantage, unfortunately it put he and John at a disadvantage as well, but with his speed he could close the gap to John a lot faster than Frankie could. Then it hit him, that was the trick, open the space, then close it and go for Tic-Tac together while Frankie tried to close in. He would be able to create 3 - 5 second windows that they could hit Tic-Tac together and perhaps find a crack in the armor. Bug moved as far back as he could, Frankie in pursuit knocking over massive pieces of equipment and his rage building. As he moved back he would occasionally leap in and tap Frankie with a shot to the head or the body, hits that were about like hitting a bus with a BB gun, but enough to distract the dummy until he could get enough space. He figured he could do this once, maybe twice before Tic-Tac caught on and adjusted his own tactics to counter them.

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:38 pm



Every time John thought he was wearing the old man down, he would get back up again. Who was this tough old bastard? Being an old boxer himself John recognized the old fashioned fighting style and in a way he admired it.

"Nice hands gramps, you're footwork ain't bad either..." John said as he tried to keep ahead of Tic-Tac's unnaturally quick jabs and hooks.

"I don't see no reason to hold back, looks like someone already messed that face of yours up." The old man quipped as he danced around John at near blinding speed.

As John and Tic-Tac continued to exchange insults and punches John could see that Bug was leading Frankie away from him and the car. It was the old divide and conquer set up, a tactic Bug and John had relied on before to even the odds or at least to buy themselves more time.

Frankie swung at Bug cracking the concrete at his feet, the warehouse shook with the blow. John could see that Bug was not letting up on the giant thug who was still wearing his old fashioned Fedora hat and jacket. Bug bounced and jumped all around Frankie landing some good punches and kicks. John could see that Bug was getting about as far as he himself was... not very.

Tic-Tac was really working John's sides, the mechanic's ribs ached more with each blow. John was landing some fine shots of his own but Tic-Tac was much faster. For every 5 or 6 times the old man's punches punished John's ribs and gut the mechanic's punches were finding their mark once. John was nowhere near ready to give up but he knew his ribs would soon be broken, and the danger of a broken rib punching a hole in a lung was very real.

John swatted the small man away from him with a strong right and then put his weight on his mech leg springing into the air with a loud 'click'. John landed inches from Tic-Tac and slammed his big heavy leg onto the scrappy old man. Tic-Tac was on his belly, he squirmed ferociously to get out from under John's heavy metal boot. John pressed down with all his might between the shoulder blades of the old man, the motors of his leg whizzed and hummed as he did so.

John drew in a deep breath and looked out across the open area, Bug was way ahead of Frankie, the giant kept coming at the small hero, his anger building with each missed punch.

"Hold still ya little shit..." Frankie grumbled as Bug bobbed and weaved around.

John put his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle. John still had the old man pinned...for now. The mechanic nodded at Bug, it was time to double up on these mutts and end this lop sided fight.



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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Fri Jun 17, 2011 8:59 am


”It not take smart person to pull trigger of gun, Gabriel. But I see point. Is not going to be easy no matter what we do now. Either way, we have to be smarter than agents and shadow blob thing. And I not really wanting to separate. Last time we do that….”

Leaving the end of that sentence open as they both knew what it was. Hell, they were both still getting used to each other again because of it. God how she hated being in this sort of situation. If only they could somehow find a place they could escape to and find a little peace and quiet without having to look over their shoulder. There were a few places left in the world they could do that and all of them third world countries that sought to use the metas for their own gain. Mostly war lords who wanted to gain power and rule their countries. And Yelena didn’t like that much and she knew damn well Gabriel and the others wouldn’t sell themselves like that either.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she brought her gold eyes to Gabriel’s glowing blue and saw the way he was studying her. He knew she was thinking of something other than what was happening at the moment and she looked away for a moment. Her friend had only one trait she didn’t like and that was intuition. He seemed to know where he mind wondered from time to time and it made her wonder what else he may know about her.

Finally looking back at him, she sighed heavily and reverted to her native language knowing the more exhausted and pissed off she became; the harder her English was to understand.

”I will not leave your side this time, Gabriel. Whatever you decide we should do, I will be with you until we cannot fight against them anymore. And if we make it out of this, I promise we will find a way to get back up with John and Bug.”

It was her last stand. She’d had enough and Gabriel could see by the look in her eyes she was tired of all of this. And as he narrowed his glowing eyes at her he would see the conviction clear to her soul she meant every word she said to him. Not that she ever said anything she didn’t really mean. But there was something different in her eyes now. Something he hadn’t seen before and it was, to say the least, disturbing. As though he knew she would either make it out of this or die trying.

From over Yelean’s left shoulder, back in the direction of the church, Gabriel would see a darkness that was out of place. While the hour was late at night (or early in the morning), darkened alley’s and streets weren’t uncommon, but there was something decidedly deeper about the darkness coming from the alley near the church. What was it?

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Fri Jun 17, 2011 10:45 am


Bug heard John's whistle and he spun on his heel, he grabbed a large wrench that was on a table where a car was being stripped and turned to look square at Frankie. The large man's face was red with anger and he was off balance due to his anger at having to chase Bug all over the garage. With one spring off a support beam Bug dashed and faked high so Frankie would bring his hands up but then went low and smashed Frankie's shin with the wrench as hard as he could swing it. Frankie howled in anger and pain as the wrench made contact with his leg. He tripped forward and into the vehicle that was half stripped and got caught up in the interior of the raw components. Bug continued his short run across the warehouse and with a leap was soaring through the air, about 6 feet off the ground on a direct trajectory towards Tic-Tac's head, the wrench lifted high above his head. John could see by the look on Bug's face that his normal policy of not killing the bad guys but leaving them tied up for the cops had been waylaid and he was going for the skull smash that would put Tic-Tac out of this fight permanently.

Bug normally had a more compassionate approach to fighting crime than John, sure people occasionally died but typically it was not by Bug's own hand. When it came to Meta's using their abilities to harm others however there were those times that John had seen him ratchet up his response and actually put one out for good.

Bug was beginning his descent and his eyes were glowing red instead of their normal pink, the large wrench was whistling as he began to swing...


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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Wed Jun 22, 2011 12:36 am



Everything Yelena thought was the truth. Gabriel wasn't going to be someone's tool for war. He was starting to uncover the truth of his past, most of which was still a complete blur to him. He grew up, or so he thought, under the tutelage of a wisened old Native American Chief, and, while that still might have some truth in his actual past, as far as he knew, that was all an engineered memory. It was hard to tell what was true and what was false anymore, and his seclusion certainly didn't help that. One thing he was certain of, though, Yelena was real. She was right here in front of him. She bled like he did, she faced the same evils he did.

Yelena, Bug and John, along with the other Metas that he fought alongside, they were real. As far as Gabriel was concerned, there was no more past. There was only what was in front of him, and only what came next. Considering he couldn't control what was coming next, he needed to focus on what was right in front of him. He studied Yelena's eyes a split second longer, then nodded.

"I don't know about you, Yelena, but, these little scratches mean nothing to me." The wound at his side throbbed and ached, but, the bleeding had been slowing a bit. He'd just have to be careful.

Glancing around, he peered over the edge of the roof again, then stepped back, his gaze flicking over Yelena's shoulder to that oddly inky blackness. That was a strange amount of darkness, especially in the city, and it was concerning, but, it had an interesting draw also, didn't it? Taking a slow breath, he turned his eyes back to Yelena. As he did so, that tanned flesh lightened, lightened, until that Spark, that glowing white energy, literally shone from his pores, turning him into a walking alabaster statue with a radiant glow.

"I guess I haven't forgotten all of my tricks after all." He flashed her a grin the same color as his now glowing flesh. "Shall we see what's lurking in the dark down there?"
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Wed Jun 22, 2011 11:12 am


Yelena watched Gabriel. Like her he was thinking of other things. When he looked at her again and he told her the scratches meant nothing, she knew he wasn’t going to give up that easily either. She let go the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding waiting for him to make a decision.

As he peered over the edge then looked back at her, she saw him glance over her shoulder at something then start to change. The bright light that he emitted was almost blinding and it hurt her eyes to look at him directly. Picking her hand up to shield her eyes from the brightness, she saw that grin and knew he’d found something.

When he mentioned the dark down below, she turned to see what he was looking at and saw the inky blackness coming from an alley near the church. Enemy or ally, it was time to find out. Whatever it was, they were about to find out for certain.

”Da….let’s see if we are hunted or hunters.”

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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Sat Jun 25, 2011 6:04 pm


After a few minutes, Fyedka decided he had better relax or else risk draining himself completely of energy. Taking a deep breath, Fyedka let the inky blackness fade back into his surroundings and felt his body seem to settle into itself, as if he'd been holding a heavy object for a while. Turning away from the street, he looked off in the direction the other Meta had flown with Yelena.

When he turned back, he was met with what at first appeared to be a blackened silhouette with the vague shape of a face. As he jumped back, he found it was that much worse: A black clad Riggs Act enforcer with his gun pointed menacingly at Fyedka. The young man froze, his green eyes going wide. As the horrible icy chill fell over him, he began to wonder if his heart was still beating at all or if his soul had been ejected from his body.

"Meta! Identify yourself now!" the officer snapped authoritatively at him. Fyedka could see other dark figures gathering around the opening of the alley around the dark van that had been parked right outside of it. He could hear the clicks of other weapons snapping at the ready and mentally cursed himself out for being stupid. He'd filled an alley with a black shroud in daylight and didn't even think to check before just dropping his one cloak of protection. Now, not only had he drawn attention to his location, but he'd just ratted himself out as the cause.

Slowly, Fyedka raised his hands in defense and tried to think of something stalling to say while he reached out to the darkness around him one more time. This time, he'd have to be more careful, but the officers were getting impatient.

"Identify yourself, now!" the original demanded again. Meanwhile, the shadows began to swell and darken in the crevices of the alley.

"Calm down, guys," said Fyedka, "I'm not a Meta, alright? I was wondering what the darkness was too. There must be one down here..." He began to slowly turn away from them but immediately stopped when the RAID Agents brandished their weapons and warned him not to move. Fyedka's heart jumped and images of Mikhail's face twisted in his mind. He tried to keep the panic from his face as he turned carefully back to them. "Okay, okay..." he said, then felt a wave of relief as he felt that weight settle in on his concentration, "but you guys may want to be careful. You don't know what else is down here..."

As he said this, the shadows rose up around him and Fyedka jumped backwards, all but disappearing into darkened miasma that stretched and warped around him. The RAID agents seem to freeze, their dark masks turning upward to meet the pairs of red eyes that popped out from the shadows like so many night creatures waking from their daytime slumber. Their long, thin arms stretched tendril like fingers out towards the agents and grabbed hold of their weapons.

Backing farther away, Fyedka splayed his fingers and moved like a puppet master, letting his shadowy golems snatch the guns from them. He knew there were too many of them. The young man just hoped that their shock would let him get away. Unfortunately, they were highly trained and Fyedka only managed to bash the closest one in his helmeted head before they all seemed to get their bearings. Like a swarm, they stormed into alley into the darkness. Fyedka quickly backed up and moved his golems to swipe and snatch at them, but fear had jolted him and his aim was messy. Stumbling backwards, Fyedka began moving quickly and as quietly as he could farther into the alley, pulling shadows into the mass and making it bigger. The bigger it was, though, the more exhausting. Worst of all, both Fyedka and the RAID agents knew the alley was a dead end.

As he backed up against the brick wall and flattened his thin body, he managed to get two of the golems to pick up an agent each. At first, he tried slamming them together, but the helmets were strong and this only seemed to piss them off. They each drew back up pistols and began firing wildly, some in his direction. Fyedka blinked and tried to press himself flatter against the wall until he finally resorted to having the golems slam their victims into the cement until they stopped flailing. It wasn't until they were lying still on the concrete beneath the golems that he felt the sting in his cheek. Hand shaking slightly, Fyedka touched the searing skin to feel the harsh burn going from his cheek bone just beneath his right eye to halfway to his jaw.

At least it was just a graze, he thought, still, he needed to somehow get out of here stealthily. There was no way he was going to win this on his own.

He could already feel the beginning fatigue setting in. Carefully, he tried to slip around back the way he came, closing the shadows in on the agents as he went. Still, they were spread almost entirely down the length of the alley and the shadows were beginning to fade and lose form as his energy quickly drained. No sooner did he try to slip by the end, moving away from the darkest part of the shadows that one of the agents saw him and lunged forward. The agent shouted to his comrades and had Fyedka around the neck and pinned to the wall so fast he didn't even have time to take in a shocked gasp.

Writhing against the grip, Fyedka clawed at the hands on his throat and tried to shout, but all that came out was a pitiful choking whimper. Black armored agents emerged from the shadows like piranhas, back up pistols aimed at him. Fyedka tried to control the golems and managed to knock several of the agents to the ground, but the grip only tightened around his neck. He felt something begin to close off and his vision began to gray. Now the panic began to settle in and the last of his energy quickly drained. The golems melted away and the shadows seemed to splatter away from their mass and back into their natural places. There, helpless against the wall, Fyedka let out another pained whimper and kicked desperately at the armored agent holding him. His shoes just bounced off of him in vain and so all he could find left to do was pray for a miracle.
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PostSubject: Re: Heroes The Breakaway - The Beginning Chapter 1   Sat Jul 23, 2011 8:36 am


(TEXAS nine months prior)
Tim took one last glance over his shoulder at the closing door of the barn, twisted the throttle on the modified Sporster and sped down the dirt road just as the sun was setting in the west. A half mile from the RED NECK BAR, he pulled off the road and pushed the Harley into a grove of trees. Tim removed two small athletic duffle bags from the saddle bags of the motorcyle as the moonless darkness deepened. In the darkness he quietly and cautiously approached the RED NECK.
Outside were parked two dozen chopper motorcycles, Tim crawled across to a dumpster beside the building, looked around, then moved to the small space betwee the dumpster and the building. He set the duffle bags down and opened them. From one he removed a dozen blocks of C-4 plastik explosive, a dozen blasting caps and a roll of detenator cord. The Red Neck Bar was a concrete block and wood frame structure built three feet off the ground on concrete block pillars. Tim scooted on his back under the building and placed the C-4 blocks on the pillars, inserted the blasting caps and attached the detenator cord. He could hear loud music, raised voices and the general sounds of a tavern in full swing. Crawling out from under the building, he returned to the dumpster. There from his duffle bags he removed two Claymore anti personel mined.
Tim made his way around the back of the building to the back door, where he placed one of the mines and the bottom of the three steps leading up to the back door, he then quietly opened the screen door and attached the trip wire to the handle of the back door. Tim then moved to the front of the building where he cautiously did the placed the second Claymore at the foot of the front steps. He then retrieved his duffle bags and squat ran twenty yards into the parking lot, stood, reached behind his back and slid his sawed off twelve gauge out of its scabard.
"This one is for you my Stubby old friend." Tim muttered to himself, then pointed the barrel in the air and let off two rounds and shouted "DE CAMP!!!!!! HEY DE CAMP YA YELLA BELLIED POLE CAT!!!! YA GONNA STAY HIDIN' BEHIND YUR MA'MAS APRON UR YA GONNA COME OUT AN HAVE A LOOK SEE WHO TOOK YUR YA HO AN BURNED IT WITH THE REST OF THE GARBAGE!!!!!!!"

It was as if someone had switched the radio off, the bar became silent. Two minutes clicked by and nothing, slowly the door opened and De Camp, red faced, fist clinching, opened the front door and tepped out on the stoop. In his right hand was a double barreled sawed of shotgun. Tim could see rapid movement behind DeCamp.

"MOTHER***** ... I'M GONNA SKIN YA THEN GUT YA AN HANG YUR CARCASS ON A FENCE PORT!!!!!" DeCamp yelled, as he took another step down the steps.

"I don' figur it that away asshole, Ya remember Stubby? Well now this har is fur my friend." Tim said calmly, lowered his shotgun fired at DeCamp's right knee, who stumbeled down the last step, tripping the Claymore, just as Tim dove for the ground and pressed the detenator switch for the C-4 Blocks, the entire Red Neck Barraised off the blocks, then exploded in a ball of fire. Tim was showered with debris and dirt. He stood up and slowly made his way back to his motorcycle, kick started it and pulled out onto the road. In the distance he could hear the sound of sirens. "Well now Timmy boy looks like ya can't go home just yet. Seems ya have stirred up another hornets nest. Yekon it's north fur us, back ta New York, last place they be lookin fur me, I reckon." Tim,thought to himself as he pulled out on the road, headed west, past what was once The Red Neck Bar then turned north.
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