OOC: Don't post just OOC somments in the RP thread that's what the discussion thread is for.

IC: Zinx stared at where Shade had landed and debated wether to break stealth and get a stick to poke at Shade. He decided against it and instead began to climb up a fire escape toward the roof. Things were getting intresting and he wanted to know what was happening.

Sparks got on one knee right next to Hunter. "Woah, you okay man?"

He glanced back at where the thing had flown, and turned slightly towards it, not fully standing. His left hand suddenly became illuminated by lightning arching between his finger-tips, and warping around his hand, with stray sparks bouncing off.

When the sparks hit the "floor", there was an audible sizzling as the charge expelled itself.

"What the crap was that?"

And when/if it comes back, can I zap it?

IC: Shadi flattened himself out and exited through a sewer grate, climbing a building wall to get a better view. Once he reached the top, he saw Shade lying unconcious on the roof. Stretching his arm out and grabbing the other metahuman, Shadi leapt down and flung himself into the sewers. "I found this one on the roof of the old community center. Let's take him." Shadi ran down the tunnrl and took a right turn, motioning Shockwave to follow. The soon reached an abandoned subway station, totally devoid of life. In one corner was a sleeping bag, a TV, and an old bag of Cheetos.

Sealing the slash on his arm, by cauterizing it, Hunter gave an audible cry of pain then answered Sparks. "Yeah, I'm fine, but that wasn't supposed to happen. It was almost as if the light became solid for a moment, weird." Then coming to his feet Hunter started to brush his cloths off. "It's definetly been an interesting night," he mused. Then turning to Sparks he said, "So I see you have power over electricty."

Ooc: Yes, but is their a bean-bag chair?!

Nevermind. Inside joke.

Ic: Shockwave shook his head incredulously. Great, now there's two of them. he thought to himself. "What, is this guy your long lost cousin?" he asked.

He pryed one eylid open and looked into the red eyes. "He has a concussion." he informed Shadi. "The best thing we can do now is try to wake him up, keep him awake, and hope he doesn't suffer any memory loss."

OOC: Jaguar, Shade was in an ally, not on a roof. SAAM, Shade can't have a cuncussion because he has no blood, bones, or organs of any kind. Thats why he dosn't give off body heat.

IC: Shade's eyes snapped open and he jumped away from Shadi and Shockwave.
After a quick look-around Shade guessed what happened. "Well, long time no see brother." Shade said with amusement. "I see you've found yourself a traveling cohort."

Shockwave shook his head again, saying "Dear God, They are related." Snapping out of his momentary doldrum, he looked to Shadi and said, "Well that takes care of waking him up..."

Zinx thought for a minute. Trying to think things out instead of running into a fight or anything. He decided to scout the area ahead first. He looked to his left hand this time. "Do it" he said and watched as the cable snaked out again. "I need......binoculars." the cable snaked into his bag and into his laptop. Returning with a pair of rather generic binoculars. He realized he didn't bother to specify where to get them so he would have to hope they got some good ones. He put them to his eyes and found them to be quite simply pure crap. He threw them away letting them dissapate.

He looked at his hand again and let out a sigh "This time get some good ones." He thought for a moment "Errr Sam fischer" This time the cable snaked into his GBA bag and returned with the trademark Splinter Cell goggles. He placed them over his head "A little snug." Then he remembered they weren't binoculars just nightvision. He sighed again "Guess I'll just have to make due." He continued foward.

OOC: Whatever.

IC: "Greetings brother." replied Shadi. "He turned to Shockwave. "I've a whole stash of stuff in the bathroom over there, and we're technichally only half-brothers." He stretched his hand into the batroom, the door having been knocked off it's hinges, and removed two more sleeping bags, a stereo, and a bag of stolen cash. He set them down and turned on the TV, flipping to the news.

Shockwave watched the news stories of the day: The President commenting on the "Metahuman Crisis," A bank robbery, with the police blaming a Metahuman, Metahuman roundups taking place across the nation for questioning.

He began to pace back and forth angrily. "Those Goddamn Normies! Every time something goes wrong, who do they blame? us." He gestured for emphasis. "Did we ask for the plant to melt down? No!"

He pointed at the screen as a green skinned metahuman woman was being uncerimoniously shoved into a police cruiser. "You see? the whole damn thing has become a witch hunt!"

The wailing sirens that the large, metal Mettle was following had finally come to a halt. The metahuman couldn't visualize the scene very well due to one fact: his eyes weren't at all like a bird, unlike his wings. He'd have to land and get a better look.

Realizing that if he landed too closely, he'd have at least the police to deal with, since he was scene as a criminal, and not the hero that he was. A good quarter mile away, on a relatively low roof top, was where the large figured "hero" decided to land. At least this way he wouldn't have to climb down. Much.

With a high pitched shrief of metal, flight came to a near complete stop just above the roof, the over tone of beating wings almost instantly stopping, air no longe rushed over the metal wings. With a rather loud thud, and undoubtedly the crumbling noise of the roof beneath him, Mettle had landed. It was a bit better than his last time, though. Crashing through people's roofs had become a bad habit of his.

"Least I didn't break through this time..." He murmered to himself, changing back to human form. Climbing would be somewhat easier, as would arriving at the scene and passing off as a normal passerby. After a few grunts, groans, and curses, Mettle was on the ground and brushing himself off. He turned in the direction of the scene, and sped off as fast as his powerful legs could carry.

In a matter of less than 2 minutes the metahuman arrived on the scene. Almost instantly police officers ushered him away, saying it wasn't safe for normal civilians to be present. Mettle quickly noted the growing number of cops on the scene.

"What's going on, officer?!" Mettle questioned, his German accent very noticeable.

"Hostage situation! Please, move back!" The nervous cop replied.

"I see..."

Mettle did as the police officer asked. He ran off, but not in the direction he came. He ran off to the alley way just off from the run-down building where the hostage was apparently taken.

Once out of sight, Alexai transformed into his powered state, Mettle. He didn't have the luxury of having room to spread his wings for flight, nor did he have clearance to jump. He was hoping he could perform a crash-through-the-roof scenario. He instead decided for a punch-through-the-wall-hurt-the-bad-guy scenario.

With a rush of energy, the noisily thumping hero set off down the dark alley way, the ground beneath him almost instantly crushing with each step, leaving a very noticeable foot print...

Arcadic stopped in his tracks. He was sure he could hear loud thuds behind him. And now he had to make a choice. He could follow the sounds behind him or he could continue upahead. "What to do, what to do?" he said to himself. He decided whoever was on the rooftops were probably long gone by now and instead began back down the other way. He dound the source of the noises a large Metal Man? He flipped down the gogles switching to nightvision. "This might be dangerous, get me a silenced pistol please." The cord once again came out and moved in a gesture similar to nodding. He wiped the sweat out of his brow thinking "I did not just see that, did I?" He waited for its return and when it did checked the ammor remembering he hadn't specified to bring bullets. Luckily it had some common sense and the gun was fully loaded. "Ok lets see what this guy is up to." He said following mettle slowly.

"Calm yourself, Sockwave." Shade said casually. "Ranting will acomplish nothing.
But you're right all the same, those idiotict humans must be delt with. Either by making them all Metahumans, or by simply killing them all.
I suggest we break all of our kind out of jail, then rebel against all the 'normies' as you put it."

"Making them all metahumans is foolish. All it will do is give them sufficient power to fight back against our strength. Rampant slaughter is the only option that would be to our benefit. Shade, you an I can easily break our fellows out of prison. We'll create a new race. The Meta-Breed."

Shockwave rolled his eyes. "Yeah, then their Life sentences will become Death Sentences! Way to get us all exterminated!"

He pointed to the screen again. "You see how they react to us now. The police are just begging to find reasons to imprison us! The President is on the verge of declaring Martial Law. We start some sort of Revolution, and we all look like the bad guys. 'The Terrorists within our own society.'"

He shook his head. "No, if we are going to stop this, we have to do it covertly." He paused slightly "...at least to start with."

Ooc: Stand by for a PM on an Idea for the "Master Plan."

"A jailbreak can be easily done covertly. We are metahumans of shadow, remember!? Any operation can be done quietly and invisibly."

Hearing the loud thuds Hunter rolled his eyes, "The work of a hero is never done," he sighed. "Time to go to work." With that he generated a small disk of light in front of him. God I hope this works this time, he thought to himself as vaulted onto the disc. The disc dropped and swayed a little before settling. "New trick," Hunter said, a little proud. "You need a ride," he asked Sparks.

"I have yet to get some sort of wheel for myself, so please." He hopped on, and his hand ceased with the crackling of electricity.

With a quick gesture from Hunter the disk began to climb; a little unsteady at first, the ride soon smoothed out. Moving at a fairly decent speed, Hunter approximated about 30 to 40 mph, they soon came upon a large collection of police cars. Swinging around into a nearby alley, and landing a little roughly, Hunter scanned the police channels.

"Seems to be some sort of hostage situation going on here," Hunter remarked to Sparks. "It seems a metahuman was here before us and crashed the party." Then he finally noticed the rather large hole in the wall he had assumed was a shadow. Not long after he saw the foot prints in the pavement. "Well it seems we might have a bit of a challenge on our hands," he started a little shocked, "What ever did that was pretty damn big." With that Hunter turned and started for the newly discovered hole.

Sparks "ignited" his fists, with a crackle. He followed behind Hunter, constantly flexing his fingers.

"You do realize that we are likely to be horribly outclassed, right?"

"Outclassed? Hell we'll probably be killed," Hunter turned and answered. "Of course I wouldn't have it any other way. Life just ain't worth living without a little action." He said with a smile; then lifted his hand and made a small orb of light. "I can see fine without this," he stated, "but I figured you might want a little light."

They debated and argued long into the night. But they eventually came to the inevitable conclusion. Their plan had been formed.

"I admit that the release of the prisoners will be necessary, but their extraction will have to be done discreatly and quietly." Shockwave admitted. "For if any of them are recaptured or the mission fails at any point, we could have Martial Law on our hands, and death sentences for all Metahumans. We need to avoid Martial Law if we are to infiltrate our targets."

He shook his head mournfully before looking back up to his companions. "Choose caution, and good luck."

"Yes, but if we are to succeed we must first gid rid of Flash and Nai. Those two are hard to defeat, but i have plans for defeating them."
Shade told them of his plans. Then waited to see what they thought.

OOC: I already PMed them to SAAM. Jaguar, expect a pm in a few minutes.

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