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PostSubject: HEROES Chapter 2   Tue Jun 16, 2009 1:43 pm

Summary of Chapter 1


The ‘heroes’ left New York city and found refuge in a safe house in Troy. Zoe, or KillSwitch, as she was known, along with her boyfriend, Cassius, guided the meta’s to a house in the country so they could regroup and lick their wounds. While there, Zoe was able to get some vital information about Roberto DiVine for the others. Discovering he was being held at Our Lady of Mercy hospital in New York on the burn unit word, the heroes decided to try and rescue their fallen comrade.

Obtaining a couple of other met-human’s along the way, they devised a plan with Killswitch’s help. Of course this meant returning to New York City and possibly being spotted and detained. Of course this didn’t deter the determined group from trying to do what they thought was best for Robert.

As they were making preparations for Roberts rescue they intercepted a transmission that let them know Robert was going to be moved to a maximum security detention center for meta-humans. Upon hearing this, the group decided to attempt the rescue, even though they knew it was risky.

When they arrived in New York, Tim and Takashi waited in the armored vehicle while Yelena, disguised as an intern for the burn unit went into the hospital with Cassius pretending to be a burn victim. It was while Yelena and Cassius were in the burn unit, getting ready to make a play for Robert that Robert suffered a heart attack. Or so they thought. In reality, it was a ploy by R.A.I.D. to draw the meta’s out of hiding and capture them while they transported Robert to the maximum security facility. Yelena caught on to what was happening when she saw a weapon sticking out of a ‘nurses’ uniform. Realizing they had walked into a hornets nest, she called for an abort of the mission. While trying to think f a way out of the mess they were in, Yelena and Cassius met Toril Njordhagen, known as Wraith, another meta.

With Toril’s help, Yelena and Cassius barely escaped by the skin of their teeth. When they met up with the ambulance they were going to use to transport Robert to the safe house with, Yelena discovered Shawn badly wounded and in the back of the rig but Fay, also known as Seige, had been captured. With Takashi behind the wheel now, they quickly left Our Lady of Mercy hospital with Toril with them.

As the ambulance carrying Yelena, Cassius, Shawn and Toril quicly left the area and started making is way out of the city, Toril told Yelena and Cassius about himself and his connection to Beacon. Yelena was able to put the pieces of a widely scattered puzzle together enough o realize Toril was sent to intercept the group on behalf of Beacon to get to Killswitch. Unbeknownst to Toril.

When the group pulled off the road to get a new game plan, Yelena and Cassius decided to go to a different place to protect Zoe. Takashi decided to go his own way, convinced his meta ability was more of a liability than an asset. Now, as Cassius, Shawn, Toril and Yelena head to Lake Canadaigua and an old lake house Cassius’ uncle owns, Beacon is tracking their every move from a covert helicopter thanks to a location transmitter located in Toril’s hand that was implanted without his knowledge.

In the meantime, Tim was able to draw attention away from the ambulance, but at the cost of destroying his own vehicle. All of his communication to Killswitch has been severed and he’s roaming the streets of New York unaware his friends have gone to another location. And his friends think the worst since his vehicle was destroyed and all communication was lost. Even as they hope for the best, they are certain he has fallen victim to R.A.I.D. as well.

What will become of Robert and Fay now that they have been secured at the Eastern R.A.I.D. Detention Center? Will Beacon get a hold of Zoe? Or will the others be able to protect her from Beacon’s clutches? Or will the hero’s be able to band together once more and make things right?


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Tue Jun 16, 2009 4:23 pm



At the FBI impound garage, Jameson walked into the glass walled office and poured himself a cup of water from the cooler. Taking a deep drink he still couldn't stop playing the events over in his mind. He still believed that his plasma burst didn't destroy the assault vehicle and when Henkel entered the office with a look of disappointment on his face, Jameson already knew what he was going to say.

"He's not in there." Jameson guessed.

"How in the hell were you so certain?" Questioned Henkel as he slumped into a chair. "I mean, how in the hell did the guy get out of the car?"

"I think he's fast."



Henkel scowled and scoffed. "Well he'd have to be able to..."

"Stop time." Interjected Jameson, nodding his head. "I've ran things over a hundred times in my mind and that's the only plausible solution."

Jameson then dropped a file on the desk beside his partner.

"What's this?" Asked Henkel picking it up. Opening it he could see that it was a case file. "The Highwayman. What does this have to do with anything."

"Well, Lance Strauss has the ability to bend time and fold space around himself. He can't stop it, but he can slow it in order to move incredibly fast. I think the guy in that assault vehicle can do the same thing." Divulged Jameson.

"Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!" Exclaimed Henkel, "I gotta hand to you, in this crazy world, this makes perfect sense. So what now?"

Jameson couldn't believe it. Henkel was actually asking him what to do! "Well, I... didn't expect you were going to accept my theory so readily."

Henkel leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. "Hey, you got the ball now. You have two choices, throw it away or run with it."

Jameson smiled. "Well it's going to take a while for them to process the vehicle, and you can sure as shit bet they're not going come up with anything. Let's start going through all the unusual occurrences that have happened in the city since the crash. Maybe we'll get lucky."

Henkel sat up straight. "Maybe. You go ahead and get started I'm gonna call this in and let them know that we still have a fugitive meta-human on the loose."


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:30 pm



The lake was black mirror of stars and not a stitch of wind stirred in the night to distort the picturesque scene. He wanted to just stay on the shore and take it in for a while, but Yelena wanted to make sure that the cabin was secure. The large man trailed behind her, noiselessly as he used his flying ability to lessen his weight as he crossed the old boards. He was known as Wraith for nothing, he was all about stealth and made sure he was silent even though he couldn't possibly see how anyone could have planned an ambush in such a remote location. How could anyone even know where they were?



On the other side of the lake the helicopter silently hovered in the sky and recorded every move that the three fugitives made on its powerful cameras. In the back, Surge watched the monitors and at one point was able to zoom in on them as they exited the ambulance and approached the cabin. He wanted to get a closer look at the woman, who from what he could tell didn't quite look the same as she had in the hospital, in fact she seemed taller and might not have even been the same person. Vacily, squinted his eyes and adjusted the levels of the night vision, then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he recognized her face.

"Sir. What is it?" Asked the co-pilot who noticed the look his commander's face.

Vacily quickly masked his expression. "It's nothing." He answered with a shake of his head then pretended to rub the sleep from his eyes, "Eyes are playing tricks on me." But they weren't, though he wished that they had been.

The last time he had seen her was in Siberia while working for the C.I.A. and masquerading as a Soviet officer stationed at the detention facility where the meta-humans had been housed. He thought she was dead, but there she was looking just the same, her beautiful face untouched by the ravages of time, while he had become an old man, despite his meta-human physique. Toril it seemed had weathered the years better than him as well, but then again Vacily was pushing eighty years, although he seemed to be a man in his late fifties. It was only due to some creative manipulation of his own records that he was able to maintain the illusion of a normal life span, but soon people would begin asking questions regardless.

"Sir. Thermal imaging reveals no other bodies in the cabin." The co-pilot informed him.

Vacily looked for himself and sure enough there was nobody else in the cabin. "She has to be underground." He surmised and immediately called in the task force he had on stand-by that was only an hour away. "There's a clearing about 400 yards to the north, I want you to land there.", he commanded.


Back at the cabin, Toril pulled a tarp of one of the couches and stretched out, but he couldn't sleep. He actually didn't see any point for him to stick around anymore accept to keep on eye on the boy, Shawn. Tomorrow, he would find out what their plans were then make the decision whether or not he would stay before he got too deep to pull himself out.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:46 am

Driving down dirt roads with no head lights a caravan of three black humvee's entered the clearing where the helicopter had landed. They had been following the orders of their commanding officer and stayed an hour behind the ambulance.

Out of each vehicle emerged four soldiers fully outfitted for a night operation and as they assembled in the clearing , Surge exited the helicopter and stood before the marines. They all held their salutes until their commanding officer reciprocated the gesture.



"For those of you new to the operation, I am Colonel Petrovsky. On the other side of the lake is a cabin containing three hostels, two are meta-human and the third has not yet been confirmed." Vacily then proceeded to brief the marines on what they were up against and set, obtaining the mutant known as Killswitch as their main priority. "I do not want the targets harmed, but use necessary force to secure the cabin. Set all plasma weapons to stun." He commanded.

Vacily, commonly utilized marines by setting up 'black operations' to disguise the work they were performing for Beacon. The soldiers were completely unaware of Vacily's hidden agenda and believed that their targets were terrorists and a basic threat to society as they began to work their way around the shorter shore line and move towards the cabin. Outside they secured both entrances while the marines planned to bust in through the windows and surprise their marks. While the soldier's prepared for their entrance, the Captain, sabotaged the ambulance they arrived in under the advisement of the Colonel communicating with him via comm-link, to make sure they wouldn't be able to make any fast getaway.

"Hold your positions until I give the command." The colonel told all of the marines, then after waiting for a half hour or so,finally ordered the operation to commence.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:59 am

Tim, , made his way out of the alley behind the dinner, north on Prospect Parkway. Around Grand Army Plaza to Plaza Street, northeast across Underhill Avenue. Stopped at an ATM and withdrew nine hundred dollars from an account under an assumed name. Then walked north to Bergen Street. From there west to 926 Bergen Street, the Monte Moving and Storage Company. A three story brick building, Tim walked up to the steel door, pressed the buzzer and waited for the door to buz, then entered the office.

“Good evenin', the name's Tim Rutherford.” He said extending his hand to the old man sitting at a metal desk in an old wooden swivel chair.

The old man shook Tim’s hand firmly as he chewed on a cigar butt. “Whata can I doa for you Mister Rutherford.” The man said in broken English.

“I have an automobile stored here and I would like ta get it out.” Tim said as he reached in his wallet and removed a tattered claim ticket, handing it to the old man.

The old man looked at the ticket “Ah yes that nicea automobile. …….. “Vinny geta your assa up an go geta this autoamobile for this nice man.” The old man yelled. Vinny a young man of about eight-teen came around the corner of an ajoining room and laid a Playboy on the desk. The old man frowned and pointed his finger at Vinny.
“You a be a carful with a this autoamobile. I now wanna hear no squealing tires.”

“Alright Uncle Anthony.” Vinny said as he made his way out into the warehouse.

These a kids a these days ….. you gota tell them everything…an all they wanna do is a chase the girls and play that a loud musica.”

Tim smiled and said “Yes sir ya are right on the nickel thar. Ain’t like when I was growin’ up. My daddy had me workin’ ‘fore I finished grade school.”

They old man smiled as the deep throated rumble of the the black 1967 Ford Mustang GT could be heard just outside the office. Vinny got out and lovingly wiped the door handle of the Mustang off. He then walked into the office and said. “Mr. Rutherford I am going to miss that car. It has been a pleasure to keep it ready for you all these years. I started washing it and starting it once a week when I was only ten. The tags were changed last week and the registration is in the glove box, by the way.”

“Well Vinny I reckon I owe ya a thank ya fur takin’ such good care of it.” Tim said as he extended his hand to Vinny In his hand was three folded one-hundred dollar bills, which Tim slipped into Vinny’s hand. “And thank you Mr. Monte, it has been a pleasure doing business with you. Tim started out the side door of the office as Vinny opened the two steel doors facing the street.

Tim shook Mr. Monte’s hand again, turned and walked out the doorway.
Mr. Monte siad, as Tim left "You a watcha your ass now. I no wanna be reading about you."

Tim climbed into the Mustang, shut the door, fastened his racing harness and pulled slowly out onto Bergen Street and headed west.


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:44 pm

The doors to the lake house was busted open and black clad figures holding plasma guns barreled into the house from both entrances, yelling at the top of their lungs.

“EVERYONE DOWN ON THE FLOOR NOW!”

Bright Mag lights shone in Cassius and Toril’s faces blinding them and freezing them where they sat or stood like deer caught in the high beams of an oncoming car. Cassius tried to make a dash for it but the black clad figures quickly caught him and zip tied his hands behind his back and helped him sit up against the edge of the couch with his legs stretched out and crossed before him.

The instant the doors were busted open, Yelena sprung from the bed and as the sound of rushing feet coming up the stairs filled her ears over the yelling downstairs, she knew she had precious few seconds. Morphing into a black ops specialist, she darted to the side of the door and waited for the first operative to enter the room. When the door was kicked open she made it look like she had already cleared the room in the masculine voice she used for her male illusions.



“ALL CLEAR”

The first operative in the room paused and looked at her. Trying to register the fact if this person was really a member of the group or not, the operative yelled at her.

“What’s the code word?!”

This was something Yelena was not prepared for and knew that who ever had sent these men had dealt with meta-humans before. Blinking, Yelena hesitated a second too long and the operative aimed his plasma gun at her.

“DOWN ON THE FLOOOR NOW!”

Yelena reacted out of sheer instinct then. Kicking out with her right foot, she knocked the operative’s gun out of his hands as it went flying across the room. Before the operative could do anything Yelena had placed several well placed hits and kicks to his body and one last one to his chin.

The next thing Yelena knew she felt a searing pain rip through her entire body and she screamed before dropping to her hands and knees. Her illusion of the black operative agent faded away and it was all she could do to keep the ‘normal’ illusion of her in tact. Even then a flicker of blue, scale like skin shimmered into view before quickly being hidden once more.



Two operative agents rushed her and while one kept his weapon trained on her, the others pushed his knee into the middle of her shoulders so he could draw her hands behind her back and zip tie them. As soon as Yelena felt the pressure of the knee between her shoulders, she tried to fight as hard as she could to stop what was happening. Of course the stunning from the plasma charge drained a good deal of her energy but she was still able to give them a little more difficulty then if she had laid there like a limp dish rag. And there was nothing wrong with her vocal chords as she spouted out several insults in Russian at the black clad agents.

Roughly pulled to her feet, the operatives forced her out of the room and down the steps. The whole way down the steps she fought back against them as best she could, making sure she used the cramp space of the stair way to her advantage only to have something hard shoved at her back to make her stumble forward.

It wasn’t until she reached the bottom of the steps that she saw Cassius and Toril seated on the floor against the sofa that she stopped fighting for a moment. Taking a quick head count of the agents in the house, she knew this was not a very large operation and when the full affects of the stunning wore off, she would be able to easily overtake these men with Toril and Cassius’ help. Right now, though, it was all she could do to walk on rubbery feeling legs and keep the illusion of her normal looking self in tact.

Forced to sit between Cassius and Toril on the floor, she glared at the operatives in the room with them. As one of them walked by, she tried to kick out at him to make him trip but she didn’t have the strength to lift her leg high enough to do it. Finally one of the men walked over to the door and called outside to someone sitting out there.

“Situation under control, Colonel. We have three in this room and there’s one under guard upstairs that appears to have suffered a head wound. He didn’t even wake up when we entered the place.”

Yelena could hear a voice outside but couldn’t make anything else out. Instead, she looked over at Cassius who was not the least bit happy. Even though he seemed completely relaxed and had a crooked grin on his face, she could tell by the way his temple pulsated he was seething.

As she heard foot steps on the creaking boards of the porch, she lowered her head to try and conceal her face with her hair the best she could. Who ever this was, she didn’t want them to see her in case they were looking to deport her – again.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:52 pm

She was leaving New York City. Nothing here but people chasing her. She had finally gotten smart and bought a pair of sunglasses to hide her lavender eyes.

Heading west, she notices that she's on Bergen St. and hopefully headed out of town. Being around these people has played on her nerves and as such, has caused her to have a few of the strays tailing her. She keeps trying to mentally tell them to go awya, but it's not working. They sense her uneasiness and whether she likes it or not, they are drawn to give her aid should she need it.

Hearing the rumble of a car coming, she turns to the three mongrels, getting ready to tell them to stay away from the road as it sounds like a fast car coming. She's already had a couple of scares snatching them from the road to keep them from getting hit.

As the car comes closer, one of the dogs, the smallest, a Jack Russell Terrier mix, sees something worth chasing and runs out into the road.

"NOOOOO!" Morgan runs out and scoops up the dog, her sunglasses falling off in the process. She turns to run back to the side of the road with a squirming dog in her arms and looks at the car coming, turning her lavender gaze onto the driver. The other 2 dogs quickly surround her out in the road, as if to protect her.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:53 pm

As Tim Rutherford drove away in the '67 Mustang, his pursuers trailed behind struggling to find a lead, any lead that would give them some direction. Bleary eyed, Jameson took his eyes off of the monitor for a moment and leaned into his chair, stretching out his back. He had been searching through police dispatches for over three hours now and it was getting late and maybe he would have better luck with the reports that would be filled out the next day.



Jameson was just about to resume his searching when Henkel marched into the small field office looking optimistic.



"'J', you have to hear this." Henkel said exuberantly as he placed an mp3 player on the desk and hit play. What Jameson heard was a garbled recording of Rutherford's last transmission before the, 'M-ther He- Wrangler -n foot. AV destroyed. Ack-.'

Excited, Jameson played the recording over a few more times, listening to it very carefully, then whispered to himself, "Wrangler."

"This was intercepted near the site of the wreckage, after the explosion." Explained Henkel, "The specialists think that your plasma burst, must have disrupted his secure communication link and he wasn't aware of it. The guys cleaned it up as best they could. What they can tell —"

"He's Texan." Observed Jameson, interrupting his partner.

"Yeah," Agreed Henkel, "they could tell that and gave us a rough estimate on the direction he may have been headed."

Jameson was fervently searching back through the transcripts of the recent dispatches, a look in his eyes that drew the attention of his partner.

"What it is?" Asked Henkel.

Jameson held up his finger for a moment, then exclaimed, "Bingo!". He played the audio back of call that came from Prospect Heights. Apparently, a man with a Texan accent alerted two officers outside of a diner that there was a shooting a couple of blocks a way. The man didn't stick around but when the police arrived on the scene, they found two African American men shot up pretty bad. One was unconscious but the other was screaming in pain, both his knee caps had been shot off. Alone the information was not very incriminating but then Jameson pointed out the transcript of one of the officers who called in the description of the perpetrator. It seemed that the description provided by one of the victims matched the Texas man that had alerted the cops of the shooting.

"That's our guy." Stated Henkel.

Jameson agreed but he was curious of his behaviour. "Why would he alert the police of his own crime?"

Henkel who was already on the move shook his head. "Who cares." He said and headed out the door.

"Where are we going?" Inquired Jameson, grabbing his coat and running after his fast moving partner.

"I feel like a coffee. How about you? And I think I know just the diner."

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The unmarked FBI car pulled up in front the all night restaurant called the 'Chuck Down Diner'. Jameson just shook his head at the name. "So this is the place, hey?", he remarked.

Henkel nodded and stepped onto to the street where he stood surveying his surroundings.

"So are we going to head in?" Asked Jameson.

Henkel didn't respond, he just continued to look around so, Jameson just leaned against the car and waited.

"Christ!" Swore Henkel. "Don't these people believe in security cameras! Not one of these buildings has anything even remotely resembling a camera. What the hell is it, 1950 around here?"

"Com'on, I'll by you a coffee." Offered Jameson.

The agents sat up at the counter, where a short stocky man with a stained apron approached them. "What can I get fer ya?" He asked disdainfully knowing full well the men were some kind of law enforcement.

"Two coffees." Requested Henkel, then he flashed his badge. "Can I ask you a few questions.?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "What ever, bub."

Henkel glanced over at Jameson who realized as well that they probably weren't going to get any answers.

"A man came in here, about four hours ago, with a thick Texan accent. Did he say or do anything that you might have remembered?"

The man shook his head.

"Did you see which way he went?" Questioned Jameson.

"My eyes are not too good anymore." Answered the man as he poured a couple of coffees. "That'll be two bucks."

Jameson paid the man. "Thanks." He looked over at Henkel, "So what now?"

Henkel scratched his head and took a sip of his coffee. "Not a %&#*ing clue, but I know we haven't seen the last of this Wrangler."
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 5:59 pm



Toril had been waiting for Yelena to join them, he knew as well as she that it was going to take a group effort to escape. He had been thinking about Shawn, but considered that if they couldn't get to him, he would at least receive medical attention. He knew they wouldn't hurt him.

He made a quick assessment of the soldiers and knew that they were not Beacon operatives, in fact if he didn't know better he would swear that they acted more like soldiers. Judging by how quick they took down he and Cassius, he was betting they were Marines and that could only mean one thing — Surge.

As curious as Toril was to hear what his old friend had to say, he would rather speak to Vacily on equal terms rather than as his prisoner. He knew that their escape would be a difficult one. If in fact these guys were Marines there would be no pulling back punches or powers, they would all have to go full out.

Toril checked his hands that were bound behind his back. Using a plastic twist tie on him was their first mistake, if they had used normal steel hand cuffs they would have nullified his ability to dematerialize, but it seemed that someone was asleep at the wheel during their briefing.

Each of them had an operative behind them, with a plasma rifle at their backs, while the other three stood at ready awaiting the orders of their Captain while he communicated with the Colonel.

The Captain listened intently, nodded then gave a, "Yes, sir." He turned around and pointed to two of his men.

"Take the young man outside." He ordered and the two men immediately hauled Cassius to his feet and proceeded to take him out of the cabin. "Pagan and Chaos are on the way with two humvees, secure the young man in once of them."

The Captain then approached, Yelena and Toril. "Now. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Where is the meta-human known as Killswitch?"

Toril took a calming breath. It was now or never. Two more soldiers had just left with Cassius leaving five men to deal with and he knew the odds were not going to get any better.

The Captain became quickly agitated by their silence and charged up his plasma rifle. "Better speak up. 'Cause I God damn guarantee you're not gonna like the hard way."

In the blink of an eye, Toril vanished, but the soldiers had remembered enough about his meta-ability to know that electricity would still damage him in his wind form. The one behind Toril fired his plasma rifle in the open air and the burst struck the floor and ricocheted across the room. Toril had just managed to clear the path of the blast and in one rage filled attack send a blast of telekinetic force and winds that radiated out from his body, making him corporeal for that moment.

Just as the soldiers caught a glimpse of Toril floating along the ceiling above them, they and Yelena were struck by a force that knocked them off their feet, leaving them sprawled on the floor. Descending then, Toril could only blast the Captains rifle away from him with a concentrated jet of wind before he engaged the two soldiers that had been knocked to the other side of the room in hand to hand combat. Yelena would be forced to deal with three Marines with arms bound behind her back while Toril attempted to finish off the other two.

Momentarily disoriented the soldiers reached for their guns while they sluggishly scrambled to their feet. Only the Captain would be weaponless unless he drew his side arm or ran into the next room to retrieve his weapon. Yelena only had seconds before they armed themselves.


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 7:16 pm

Tim saw the young woman dart out into the street, right in front of him, as his headlights illuminated her, and scoop up the small dog. He down shifted to first and slammed on the brakes, causing the custom black Mustang to slide sideways down the street, stopping two feet in front of her as the other dogs ran out into the street to create what looked like a shield around her.

Tim unbuckled his harness and jumped out of the car. “Damn nation gurl, ya tryin’ ta git yurself kilt or sumptu’ “ he said “Ya alright thar ma’am?”

Before she could answer three young Hispanic men stepped out of an alley and approached Tim and the young woman.

“Say homey, nice ride.....I think you should give me the keys and that bitch too.” one of them said

A second one circled around behind Tim and said “Yah homes you do that and maybe we let you go. After you gives us your money.”

Tim turned around and stood between the gang bangers and the young woman.

“Well now reckon you boys had outta just go on home ta yur momma now, fur somebody gits hurt.” Tim said as he reached in his jacket and pulled out the two forty caliber semi automatics in the time it took to blink. He then said to the young woman “Come on ma’am lets mosey over ta the car and ya get in and fasten yur seatbelt. Whilst these hombres get on the ground and kiss the concrete.”

One of the young men took a defiant step towards Tim as he started to reach behind him. Tim placed two shots in the young man’s groin. Then pointed the pistols at the other two men., aiming between their eyes “I said git on the ground peckerwoods.”

They immediately fell to the ground as the young woman walked to the car and slid in the passengers seat. Tim reached down and grabbed the gun the wounded Hispanic had in his belt. Tim stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket then as he walked by the two men on the ground he shot them one each in the ankle. Walked calmly to the drivers side of the car, slid in the seat, shut the door, slipped the hoodlums gun out of his belt, tossed it in the back seat and fastened his safety harness. As he started to drive off two middle aged men, who had been standing in the doorways of their row houses, waved at Tim and gave him a thumbs up, then walked down their steps and over to the three wounded hoodlums. They each gave one of them a kick in the head and drug them into the alley.

Tim started the car and said “The name’s Tim Rutherford ma’am I reckon it best if we skidaddle outa here fur the cops show up an start askin’ lots a awkward questions. Where a headed ma'am?” Then he and the young woman drove on down Bergan, when the young woman didn't answer, Tim turned left on sixth Ave and headed north to Atlantic Ave. He then turned left onto Atlantic Avenue and drove west to Boerum Place and Adams Street turned right and headed northwest across the Brooklyn Bridge.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 8:59 pm

Morgan turns her lavender gaze onto Tim, the color now a dark purple due to fear. Looking back, she watches as the three dogs fade into the distance, having put the smaller dog down when the 3 hispanic men came out of the alley. She shivers, knowing from experience what they would have done to her if Tim hadn't have been there.

"My name is Morgan...Morgan Shepherd. And, thank you." She watches as the buildings go by, not real sure what to do. Turning suddenly, she looks again at Tim, "What are you going to do with me, Mr. Rutherford? I don't have any money to give you and I.......ummmm......I just don't have any money and I don't want handouts." Becoming defensive, afraid of how he will want payment for saving her and not hitting her with the car, she looks at him, her eyes going to an even deeper purple. Dogs begin to run along side of the car, barking and growling. "No, no, go back. Get away from the car", she whispers to them, trying to project her thoughts to them through the fear that is building.

"Look, I'm sorry about the dogs. If you just stop the car, I can get out and go on by myself. I don't know where I'm going, I'm just going."

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:48 pm

Tim, glanced quickly over at Morgan and said "Shucks Miss Shephard, ya don't owe me a thang. I'm goin upstate ta Troy and yur most welcome ta ride along fur as long as ya have a hankerin' ta. I have a couple of horses boarded up thar that I needs ta attend ta." Tim gave Morgan a warm smile and returned his attention to driving thru the streets of lower Manhattan.


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:57 pm

Morgan didn't know what to think or how to handle a man being a gentleman. She kept watching him out of the corner of her eye. "Please, call me Morgan and I have nowhere else to go, so I guess, if you don't mind, I'll stick with you for now."

Eventually, Morgan relaxes a little, her eyes going back to their normal, pale lavender color. Taking another chance, she boldly asks him, right hand on the door handle in case she has to make a break for it, depending on his answer, "Haven't you noticed the color of my eyes?"

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Wed Jun 17, 2009 10:04 pm

"Yep I sur did Miss Morgan and right purdy they are." Tim said "Ya hungry Miss Morgan? I knowd a right good all night grill up the road a piece. Friend of mine owns it, makes the best damned burgers and fries in the city, we can git somethin to carry out if ya like."


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 2:07 am



Henkel was nearly finished his coffee when his PDA went off and knew who it was right away by the ring tone. Jameson recognized the haunting tones of the Rolling Stones' 'Paint it Black' and new it was his ex-wife calling.

"Yeah." Answered Simon not bothering to inform her of the time or that he was in the middle of a case, it never seemed to matter anyway.



Jameson tried not pay any attention to the dialog but it was difficult not to be amused by Henkel's mono-syllabic responses and get caught up in trying to predict when he would simply hang up.

Henkel was beginning to glaze over as he listened to his wife belly ache about how his daughter was turning out for the fifth time this week and how it was all because he was never around. Thankfully another call came in and he regretfully told the mother of his children that he had no choice but to take the call.

"Thank you, Jesus!" Henkel exclaimed as he checked his message. His eyes widened and he sprang out of his seat. "Let's roll, Jameson."

Henkel got into the passenger side and tossed the keys to Jameson. "Where are we going?" he asked.

"Bergen Street and step on it."

By the time, Henkel and Jameson had reached their destination the last ambulance containing one of the Hispanic gangsters was pulling away and the cops had just finished taking their statements. They walked up to one of he officers and flashed their badges.

"So what happened here officer?" Asked Henkel.

The officer explained what he and his partner encountered when he came on the scene, but they had showed up long after the perp had left and when asked about his statements the officer just shook his head regrettably.

"They're not saying nothin' agent Henkel. You have to understand, what this guy did was a favor to these people. They put up with these parasites every night and they're not going to say shit about anyone who stands up to them." Explained the cop.

"Thank you, officer." Mentioned Henkel, then turning back to his partner he just shook his head. "What the hell is going on, Jameson?" He exclaimed, "We're supposed to be the good guys, not this vigilante." Henkel sighed, then checked the time. "We'll check into a motel around here and wait and see if anything else happens tonight."
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 9:40 am



The stun from the plasma gun left Yelena a little weaker than normal. No doubt it was from the lack of rest she had over the last few weeks. Nothing like broken rest or none at all to drain a persons strength and stamina. Still, the shape shifter was no rookie to taking advantage of situations and as Toril took on his Wraith persona, literally, knocking down the soldiers and her as well, her instincts kicked in and she shook the cobwebs out of her head and reacted.

While she was prone on the floor, she was still able to use her feet and the first thing she did was lash out with her booted foot connecting with the chin of the soldier on the floor closest to her. Blood flew from the corner of his mouth as his head snapped back and his eyes rolled up in his head.

Using her gymnast training, Yelena quickly flipped to her feet and tugged at the zip tie that held her hands secure behind her back. The zip tie was a little thicker than usual and with her strength not at its peak, she wasn’t able to give the proper time she needed to break out of them. Of course it didn’t help that the Captain was quickly recovering from Toril’s sudden wind blast and scrambling for his side arm.

Using all the strength she could muster, she lunged at the Captain and hit him with the force of a defensive line backer for the New York Giants. The force of her hit threw him back and they tumbled out the door of the lake house, rolling off the porch and down onto the ground.

Realizing she’d just exposed herself to all the others, she quickly morphed into the Captain and pulled her hands apart with the every last ounce of her strength. Both she and the Captain staggered to their feet at the same time and as the soldiers that had loaded Cassius up in the Humvee drew their weapons, they didn’t know who to shoot.

The Captain, totally confused, yelled at his soldiers.

“What are you waiting for? FIRE!”

Yelena, having heard the Captain’s voice, mimicked it perfectly, as she pointed at the Captain.

“Not me, soldier! HIM!”

The Captain snapped his head over to look at…himself.

“What the hell?”

Both soldiers kept moving their guns back and forth from the Captain to the Captain. Both totally confused at who to shoot. Again he looked over at the soldiers knowing there was only one way to prove he was the real deal.

“RED HAT!”

Yelena didn’t have a chance. The soldiers fired their plasma guns at her hitting her full force. Screaming as the blast hit her, her entire body stiffened in an involuntary reaction to the jolts circulating through her system. Finally her body dropped like limp rag and she lay motionless on the ground.

She wasn’t completely out of it and again it was all Yelena could do to hold the illusion of being normal. Like before, blue, scale like skin flickered into view only to disappear. The only thing that she couldn’t hide now was the metallic gold of her eyes. As the soldiers roughly drew her to her feet and zip tied her hands once more behind her back, they took the time to zip tie her ankles as well.

Voices echoed in her ears and as Yelena fought to force her eyelids open, she couldn’t clearly make out everything she was seeing. She didn’t dare lose consciousness all together. That was far too dangerous. She would end up back in Siberia at the hands of her torturers again and that was something she would never let happen. She’d die first. Her lips moved as she kept repeating a barely audible whisper in Russian.

“ Please, God. I can’t go back there. Just let me die now.”

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 3:14 pm

Morgan stared Tim, unable to believe his reply in regards to her eyes. She slowly releases the door handle and begins to relax a little, her eyes becoming lighter as she does. Hearing him ask about whether or not she's hungry, her stomach decides to growl, as if on cue. Blushing she states a simple, "Yea, okay." She hadn't eaten since that morning and that was doing good for her.

"Ummm, Tim...I have a few dollars on me and I really should stop and get a pair of sunglasses before we stop anywhere." She looks back out the window, "My eyes tend to make people uncomfortable."

As they drive on, Morgan starts to doze, her head resting on the window, her long hair shielding her face and covering her scar. She begins to dream. ~Her and Cassie are getting into the truck, talking about the action movie they'd just seen. They're driving and everything is okay when suddenly the truck rolls over and they're upside down. Hands grab at her and yank her and Cassie out of the truck. Then she sees Cassie, eyes open, blood everywhere, even on her. She watches as the wolves and cougar tear the men apart, spraying blood everywhere. "Cassie, Cassie, wake up." (She not only says this in her dream but she also says it physically and her voice comes out with a small sob.) Next thing she knows she's walking to New York City and is coming into St. Louis, MO when she gets lost and not having sunglasses yet, is attacked by a purist group. Beaten and bloodied, she makes her way out of the city with the help of the strays, when she hears gunfire and the strays start dropping around her. Pulling her bowie knife from it's sheath at her side, she blends in with the shadows, ready to defend when she's grabbed from behind.~

Morgan wakes up with a start, her eyes a dark purple again, the bowie knife in her right hand, and she's ready to attack, to defend herself. The only one there is Tim and still being stuck in her dream, she sees him as threat. Taking the knife, she presses the point of it against the side of his throat. She's confused, trying to figure out where she is and why.




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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 4:15 pm

Hearing Morgan's comment about the need for some sunglasses, Tim said "Morgan, ya just hang on ta yur dollars, fur now. Ifin' ya take a look thar in tha glove box I think thar might be a pair of them thar Wayfarers, like them movie stars use ta ware." Morgan opened the glove box a took out a pair of 1970's Foster Grant Wayfarers and put them on. After a few minutes Tim saw her slump a bit in the seat her head resting on the window. .......... He heard her taling in he sleep and then felt the tip of her Bowie knife on the side of his throat.

"Now Miss Morgan ifin' ya poke that thar toad sticker in my throat, I am just limble to crash this car and we are both be in a world of hurt." he said calmly as he slowly brought his hand up and pushed the knife away. "Ain't nobody gonna hurt ya Miss Morgan, so ya just relax. I ain't about ta let no hurt come ta ya. So what ya say ya put that Arkansas toothpick away?"
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 4:32 pm

Hearing Tim speak, Morgan drops the bowie knife instantly, horrified at what she was doing. Looking at Tim with a gaze that spoke volumes of what she'd been through, she stammered an apology, expecting a good walloping from him. "I'm........I'm.......I'm so sorry Tim. I don't know what happened. One minute I was sleeping.........the next dreaming.....then I had......I had a knife to your throat. I am so sorry." Her dream comes rushing back to her and she remembers Cassie. "Ohhh, Cassie, I am so sorry", she says in a quiet, but pain filled voice. She never released the pain, rage, and sorrow from Cassie being killed because of her, she's always held it in and like a boiling volcano, it bubbles, close to exploding. But, right now, she sits, waiting for the blow to come, wondering what he'll do now that she's held a knife to his throat.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:13 pm

"Well now Miss Morgan, them thar nightmares can git ta ya. I knowd cause I have em too, ever'once an awhile. Ya just 'member that I ain't gonna hurt ya and I sure as hell ain't gonna let anybody else. I don' know who Cassie is or was, but I reckon ya will tell me when ya got a mind ta. Ifin' ya ever wants ta talk 'bout it I'm a right good listener. But fur now what say we gits us some grub." Tim said calmly as he pulled the Mustang down and alley up behind "Charlie's Grub Shack", turned off the motor, unfatened his saftey harness and climbed out of the car. Just as an crust old man, in a dingy white apron on, that could have been Walter Brennen's brother stepped out of the back door with a sawed off shot gun in his hand.
"Well I'll be damned and sent ta hell." the old man said "Ain't you a sight fur sore eyes, I done figured they done had ya locked up and threw away the key by now, you old mangy coyote."

Tim smiled and said "Well they ain't shut ya down yet I seed. Charlie cin I get 'bout four of them thar Buffalo Burgers, a mess of them bens and fries ta go. We're in a bit of a hurry, an it might be best ifin' I ain't seen in yur joit right now."

"We ?" Charlie started to say but stopped. "You bet ya pardner, ya jus' wait right thar." He started to walk back inside and stopped..... I heared tell 'bout some hombre they be callin' "The Vigalante" , been shootin' gang bangers in the balls, knees and ankles. I don' suppose ya knowd anythin' bout that would ya?"

"Nope Charlie I sure wouldn' ..... but ifin' I heared anythin' I'll let ya know." Tim said

Charlie went inside and came back out shortly with four small paper bags, a stack of paper napkins and some plastic spoons and forks and the sawed off shot gun under his arm. He handed them to Tim. Tim handed them to Morgan and reached for his wallet.

Charlie looked at him and said "Ya never could lie very well Cowboy, now ya jus' git yur sorry ass outta New York City, ya can pay me when ya seed me agin. Ifin' I was you I'd stay offin' the freeway and stick ta the back roads. I heared them Governmt agents and them R.A.I.D. bastards are looking under every rock and scrub brush fur that vigilante." Charlie handed Tim the sawed off shotgun. "I gots 'nother one, ya might be needin this. Now ya go on an' git." Charlie then turned and walked back inside, shutting the steel door.


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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:18 pm

Morgan took the food, still trying to take in the fact that this was a decent guy she'd met. He wasn't going to hit her, beat her, throw her out of the car as it was speeding along, etc. But, she couldn't help but overhear what the man called 'Charlie' said about a vigilante who shot others balls and knee caps off. So, he was wanted. Well, that was his business, not hers, after all, he'd saved her life and she wasn't about to rat him out.

Smelling the food, her stomach grumbles loudly and she all but drools, waiting for him to get back in the car before she eats. After all, he paid for it, she wouldn't disrespect the man by eating before he had gotten his food first.

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:27 pm

Tim , laid the shot gun in the back seat, climbed in, shut the door, fastened his sftey harness and strated the car. "Don't wait on me Miss Morgan, dig right on in. Afta I gits us headed down the street hand me one of them thar burgers, will ya?" ( in one of the bags were several boxes of 12 gauge shot gun shells, the rest contained the food.) Tim then back up turned the car around and slowly drove out of the alley and down the street.
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:36 pm

Morgan looked at Tim warily, still trying to figure him out. She grabs one of the hamburgers, and after removing the tomato and onion, she begins to eat. She tries to use her manners and not come off as a pig, but it's hard.

While she eats, she keeps looking at back at the shotgun and knows that one of the bags carries the shells. "Do you mind if I have one of the fries?", she asks as she finishes the hamburger in record time. "And, please, Tim, call me Morgan. Not 'Miss Morgan', just Morgan."

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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:42 pm

"Ya eats all an' anythin' ya wants Morgan." Tim noticed her wairy glance at the shot gun. "I reckon I best tell ya sumthin'. I ain't no criminal, but I am somewhat of an outlaw. Ya ever heard of the 'RIGGS ACT'?" Tim asked
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PostSubject: Re: HEROES Chapter 2   Thu Jun 18, 2009 5:46 pm

Grabbing the fries out of the bag, Morgan muches on them, a look of pure joy crosses her face. "Yes, I've heard of it, but that's all." She continues to eat, her stomach becoming queasy from overeating, yet she continues. She's used to gorging herself as she never knows when her next meal will be.

"An outlaw, huh?" She looks at Tim again, finishing off the fries.

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