The Storm

Certain things happen throughout a lifetime that define a way a person, a team or even a country react. For the last few weeks the world has been in complete utter chaos despite the efforts of the Heroes that have had to deal with not only that but other adversities. Among the personal tragedies the ones that have been deemed to need the most attention are the fact that The Man of Steel is now dead which has lowered moral across the world. New York and Mexico are in shambles and all attempt for relief have been thwarted by most notably the Vine Villains. The threat of Doomsday is still out there somewhere and to top it off certain villains are manipulating their way into the upper echelon of governments throughout the world.

The once mysterious Sector 13 has gotten major attention now as well but not by the public eye and Agent Anderson the one that seemed to be running the show has seemingly cut all ties to them.Like a gust of wind, out of nowhere The Wolf Pack shows up with a lot of information. Information that Anderson alone had and that  brings up tons of questions and to make matters worse the Super Soldier program that is held in the facility has caught the eye of many counties leaders including the villains that have taken a seat in their hierarchy.

In the midst of all of this the UN decided that the world needed to be calmed and someone needed to be blamed. If someone had masterminded anything and  was caught it would prove to the people that they can be protected. So that is what they did and they chose Kurrent. When he was at his most vulnerable, blind by the effects of the mysterious Vice Bomb they came in and locked him away. To many this was shocking and for the first few days it seemed to have worked but the people demanded more so the US stepped up.

After Kurrent's incarceration in order to save face, The Hottness,  an on and off Veritas member left the team and formed Dark Veritas. This teams promise was to achieve what Veritas has yet to accomplish and bring peace to the world. It was a smart move by The Hottness, sell out to stay out of jail. A move that  granted him immunity from what was about to happen next. As Hottness sought out members for his team the US enlisted  the Hero team the ICE Dragons to apprehend each member of Veritas Inc. They were Kurrent's, friends and associates and with all of them behind bars it was a plot that was sure to bring peace to the world or was it. Somehow someone found out about this plot plus the Dragons involvement. In an attempt to frame Vertias Inc. and keep ICE occupied they broke into Arkham Asylum and released the prisoners that the deceased Batman fought so hard to keep inside. Now Veritas is pretty much public enemy number one. They are bound by the oath of never leaving a man behind and have to figure out a way to rescue Kurrent and protecting the innocent. 

North Dakota Maximum Security Prison

Inside a large tank of liquid with his arms out to his sides was the jailed Hero Kurrent. Around his head was helmet that allowed him to speak to the guards and breath. He was kept in the liquid solution to harness his electrical powers that would grant him enough power to get out of there. Two weeks today he has been locked away and the whole time he has stared at his watch that was on the table along with the rest of his gear thinking. "This place must be jamming the signal, but I know that someone on the team can crack it and get me outta here" Still with Kurrent in the tank a detail of three guards were watching him.

"We see you keep looking at your stuff, I bet you want to use that on us don't ya pretty boy" - Guard 1 (Tom)

"He must think he is getting outta here sometime soon haha" - Guard 3 (Spike)

"HAHAHAAHAHA your in here forever boy" - Guard 2 (Jimmy)

With a wicked look in his eyes Kurrent turned his head and looked at the three guards. He knew they were talking about him but the didn't press the talk button so he could not hear them still he looked at them know that they could in fact hear him and said......

"When I get outta here, I'm going to kill all three of you"

The guards looked shocked and the smiles on their faces instantly went away with a crack in his voice Tom the guard in charge of the detail spoke...

"Spike turn up the heat in the tank, lets see if we can boil the pretty boy"

A lot has happened in the last few years, Mike Lockhart had retired the same day that he came back from the rescue mission for Paragon , No one knows what happened that day, But Sovereign Son had returned torn and cut to Ice Tower and replaced his costume with a tie and shirt. Leaving his past behind him ,later he would watch as every hero began to fall apart from Ice as they stood and fought. he now works as a security advisor's to a small firm in London. He walks around day to day never using his abilities to fight or stop crime, at this moment he sits eating a chicken and ham baguette in a small café just off the Thames.   

“help” A woman in her late twenties runs from between to buildings her tan shirt ripped and two youths not far behind her giggling, as they chase her down, he watches as no one prevent the kicking she gets as she falls to the ground, her blood splashes on the streets in front of his eyes and they clear out her pure, the police will arrive to late and no one will have done a thing, to prevent it, taking another bite he watched them run of, it was just one more day in this new world. “Bill” he asked standing from the seat as a few passer byes went to check on the ladies cuts, perhaps it made them feel better for standing and watching as they brutally beat her, their bravery out stands me he thought to himself as he walked down the road.

It was just a normal day just like any before, the rain had stopped around mid day and the streets still had that damp grey look to itself, “BLEEP BLEEP” placing a hand in his pockets he took out a small tube of pills, He never sleeps these days not since that day, More of a zombie he would joke to himself every morning, But his body was still as keen as ever and faster than ever. But he chooses not t use these skills, instead he sits at night and watches his ever growing movie collection cut off from all he once cared for. Maybe it was losing another friend or mentor. Suddenly he is bumped into “watch where you’re going prick”, Biting back the growing roar in his neck he looked away and kept his pace. “See that old dick walked into me like that” “Ignore him James” they where young and had obviously been watching the footy match, their matching Manchester untied tops gave that away, perhaps, The younger one had blonds hair and green eyes, he could not be more then 20 , the other had his hair cut short and blue eyes.

Mike could feel those eyes digging into the back of his head and then the flash of pain spread across mikes mind, as the shards of a shattered glass flew past his face, the impact had drawn blood as James broke free of his friends grip, “fucking old “ Mike had span his fists ready and his eyes burning, It had been so long since he fought anyone , Not since that night. His mind recalled the last time he lifted his fists and they dropped at his side and the young man’s fist broke his nose, the blood trickled down his lips and into his mouth, the next punch met his stomach and mike just took it falling to his knees only for the large dog martins to kick him in the face. He remembered each foot that came down on his head as he tasted his own blood fill his throat “Some fucking Hero now arnt you big man.” The young boys voice said as mike began to phase out “yeah” mike whispered past the blood as his teeth shattered under the next blow whispered “some hero”

A long sigh was let out from his mouth as Andy leaned back into his chair. His hand coming up and cupping his chin as he sat there in his thoughts. The world seemed to be plagued in chaos again and they were no closer to finding Doomsday. ICE had just only returned from their missions to rescue their own when he got word from the Government about a Vice Bomb and how it had infected supers across the world. There was supposed evidence that leaked Kurrent and his Veritas to it and more crimes involving Sector 13. Knowing that most of Veritas was not registered the Government wanted to bring them all in, leaving ICE to do their dirty work and police their own. Andy knew that there was more to this, he had fough side by side briefly with Kurrent and he knew none of this was true. Every warrior knew that you could tell a mans worth while in battle, could judge his soul and who he was in a fight. Kurrent was a hero, there was no doubt in Andy's mind.

Grabbing his equipment Andy switched on his ICE commcs and reported to all members. They had broken into three groups and were scattered across the globe, hopefully some of them had found traces of this Doomsday by now, or at least the missing Agent Anderson. Andy needed proof to clear the heroes, but he also had a job to do, a team to take care of. "ICE listen up, we got some new orders from the Government today. It seems that the group called Veritas has gone rogue, are now deemed outlaws of the state. Majority of them are not registered and we have been told to bring them in, at all costs... Something does not fit right with me on this. Continue to search for Doomsday and Apocalypse, as well as the missing Agent. They might hold clues for us to sort this out peacefully. IF you run across any Veritas, judge the situation and if you have to bring them in, take them to Ice HQ first. We will do our own investigation before we turn them over to the authorites. They want us to police our own, then that is what they will get. Andy out".

Settling into his car and pulled out and began his long drive to the ruined Government facility. He would go back to square one, see what clues he might of missed or overlooked. There had to be something that he was missing. Thinking back over the days Andy realized he had not had a single day off since the refounding of ICE. From day one he had either been on the road looking for members, fighting some unknown threat,to fighting off the VV efforts to take over. His body seemed taxed with fatigue as he thought of the countless supers he had sparred off against. Testing each of them to their fullest and making sure they were in control of their powers. Registrering them through Ice so that he could help prevent another Civil War from ever happening. But a Civil War was the last thing on his mind at the moment, he was more world of a World War breaking out...

Two weeks ago

Current time

Sector 13 Base

The mysterious and unknown Crimson Death had watched the world tear itself apart of the last several weeks. America was locking up their own heroes and he could not be more pleased. But rumors had surfaced about the Super Solider Serum once more and Crimson did not want to let this opportunity slip by him. Puffing away at his long cigarette he let out a long soothing cloud of smoke, relishing in its flavor as he entered his study. Searching through the books he finally found the one he was looking for, one of his ancestors dealings in World War 2. Hours went by as he poured through the book and all parchments linked to it. He was digging back over generations of history to find the clues he needed. Then he found the names he was searching for, Les Assassins Silencieux, and LeBeau.

Settling the books on his desk he began a search through his incredible archive. His hands typed away at the computer as he hacked into any known system searching for the information he wanted. Tapping into video feed to watch over years of footage captured on the ones called Jean and Esther LeBeau. Crimson was pleased to find out that the ancestors of the great LaS had continued to flourish throughout the years. But then it all stopped, as if the band of assassins had just disappeared. Jean was last shown to be working for some Government agency called Dark Reign a group that was there in Sector 13 when Doomsday had been taken.

"If you are as crafty as your ancestors dear Jean Luc, then you did not leave that facility empty handed. If my guess is correct you gathered information on that procedure they were doing. If I am right, you have what I need" Settling back over away from the computer he pulled out a pin and paper, the start of his invitation, his offer.

Dear Jean Luc LeBeau

     You do not know who I am, but rest assured that I come to you with an offer that will be mutually benefical. My name is Crimson Death and if you are caught up on your history then you will know of what I speak here in this letter I write to you. Long ago back in Word War 2 our ancestors worked together for a common purpose, a goal I wish to explore on once more. Unless I am mistaken the Americans Sector 13 were working on the Super Solider Serum and you Mr LeBeau were in that facility before it met an end. I am willing to bet my riducules amount of wealth that you know exactly waht I speak of. I also am willing to bet that you have information on that group. Information that might help me in my studies to duplicate that serum.
     My offer to you Mr LeBeau is that we work together. I will finance any and all requests that you might need to accomplish the tasks as well give you strong political ties in Germany and Russia. In return all you have to do is bring me a completed formula and enough test subjects to assure that I can replicate it. Which means using your wiles to capture anyone you deem who might be a perfect blood match for the serum. I have heard rumors that two heroes at least fit this, Marvel Knight and Soveriegn Son. Both of whom were at that facility the same day you were.
     Together we can build and army that will be able to enforce our martial law. Together we can hold enough political power to manipulate things from behind the scenes. With your help Jean Luc we can secretly rule half of the world in a matter of days. In months, or perhaps even weeks we could hold power over most th world. My offer is open, Jean.

                                                                                                                                                                                            Crimson X

The window separating the Passenger and the Chauffeur inside the limo crept down as a beautifully acrylic nail held the button. "Driver, be a dear and turn that up just a smidge." A heartbeat later and the radio was growling at little more than a whisper. Letting out a sigh of relief at no longer having to strain herself to hear the latest news, Victoria O'Day, lay her head back against the leather interior of her car and shut her eyes. Her blonde hair draped serenely over her shoulders as she hummed a little tune to help her keep her mind clear. She drifted to that time in Milan, when she was no more than 15. Her first pair of Manolo's strapped tightly to her feet and the latest from Balenciaga clutched underneath her arm.  Young, Carefree, and open to try anything twice. That handsome man who cleaned her parents pool, the girl that walked her families dogs, all just memories of time long since passed. Her thoughts were interrupted as something on the radio caught her ear:

One of the greatest heroes of all time has just been found guilty by the government for the destruction of the city of New York. Kurrent is now being transferred to a holding cell in a for now unknown location. It is to be understood that the "Electrician," as we refer to him around Fox, will be remaining there for....

 Her eyes shot open at the sound of that name. What she was just trying to do for the past 10 minutes had been achieved in less than one. A smile crept upon her face and she quickly reached for her cellular device. She patted the sides of her body looking for the little toy. Her hands grazed and hugged the curves of her hips until she remembered where it was previously hidden. Carefully, she reached into her blouse, cautious not to disturb her brilliant hair day, and reached underneath her left breast. Had anyone been watching the Blonde Vixen, they would have thought for sure she was molesting herself. She scrolled through her contacts until it landed on the one she needed the most.

"Hottie, Darling, it's Diva." She waited on him to reciprocate her warm hello before licking her lips and continuing. "Now I realize I may not be current..." she paused and let a chuckle roll through the phone, "but I think I may have some news that will delight you." Carefully Victoria relayed everything she heard over the radio, ensuring she didn't miss a single detail. "Just tell me where and when, and I'll make sure I'm in position." With one last smile she hung up the phone and rolled that window down once more

"Driver, change of plans, we have someone we need to visit."

A Black American male throws a heavy fist at an even heavier punching bag. His body was dripping with sweat while he was dressed in a wife beater shirt and hoop shorts. A year ago, Kalib Thompson would have never guessed he would be where he is today. Being from the streets of Motown, he did some things that would put him in the big house and if not for the Veritas Inc. that’s where he would be right now. After starting an extremely destructive riot, Earth’s Guardian Angels gave him just what he needed most. A second chance.

Taking him in, the team taught him; trained him; equipped him. Now with the codename Un-American Hero he has been waiting for his debut. He’s been kept in the new base as the world around him has been going through tremendous changes. But it was for his own good. He still wasn’t ready. His powers were still very unstable and his suit was still in the experimental stages. The outside world would chew him up and spit him out. But he’s been about to explode ever since he got there.

Dropping his gloves he walks into the bathroom and takes a shower. About a half an hour later he’s out again. He flicks on the news, something he rarely does, and they are just ending a story. “Kurrent has been taken in and all other Veritas Inc. members will be searched for and apprehended as well… wait. This just in, the inmates of Arkham Asylum have some how broken out and are causing even more damage.” The words hit the man like a wall. “The f*ck!” he shouts in anger.

His heartbeat and adrenaline pick up. Inside his body his mutant powers are being activated. With each beat a surge of energy shoots through the man’s body. Feeling this UAH channels it through his arms and into his hands. With the energy fighting to escape, his hands glow blue. He starts breathing deeply to calm himself down and in doing so the light from his hands die down.

“That’s it! I cant do this sh*t no more!” Kalib storms downstairs and where the tech crew was working on his suit. 

“Give it to me. I’m ready for it.”

“But it’s not ready for you sir. The gauntlets and circuitry have still yet to be tested. And we also are unsure of how much damage the armor can take.” The scientist said.

“I said… Give it to me!”

His fist start to glow once more and the crew figures it would be safer for everyone if Kalib was in his suit. They help him put in on. Twisting the last safeguards and making minor adjustments, the costume looked amazing.

“How bout I give this a test run?” the Anti-Hero says with a grin. He holds his arm out at a lamp and the gauntlets start to spark. He fires and a mix of light and sound destroys the object.

“You should be able to control the percentage of electric and sonic energy with each discharge now Mr. Thompson. I guess the only thing remaining is… mask or no mask.”

“No mask. When I punch a bad guy in the face, I want them to know Kalib Thomson did it. I gotta go.”

Walking to the meeting room he looks around. “Where is that stupid thing… oh.”

He found the team’s main com-link. Pressing the talk button, Kalib clears his throat and says.

"Veritas Unite… or whatever. We’re in the meeting room."

After the team filters in the room the Un-American Hero starts his little speech.

“Ok, I know I’m still new around here, but I cant keep sitting around doing nothing. I’m sure yall know that the crazies from Arkham busted out and Jayden is in prison. I don’t know about yall but I owe my freedom to that dude. And I’ll be d*mned if I sit by and let him get stuck in the pin for no reason. So we gonna bust ‘em out and stop those psycho mutha f*cka’s too!”

But above all Kalib was anxious to beat up some cops.

The world outside had become a shade of red. Evil was an underlying tone that resonated within every office of the world. The infamous Vine Villians had started up their own governments and or had userped positions in already existing government. It was easy to see that after what in the last year has happened how so much corruption could take place. The world was rid of its greatest heroes. Some dead some incarcerated. The Ice Dragons, Veritas, and more were all under the eye of the government. They were wise to disband, for if they hadn't they would have been brought down with the harshest of ways.

Slight an up-and-comming hero, walked the streets of Arlington VA. The night was cold, and the moon was new. He saw what was going on throughout the world. He thought to himself "Could it really be that bad out there?" The world was in shambles and there was no one who seemed powerful or rightous enough to set things back in order. Evil had infiltrated the lives of everyone. Even if someone resisted they were met with punishment.

Slight came up the steps to the place he live for the time being. It just so happened that he was a part of the New-Outsiders. A group of misfits led by Holly Cross, a reformed assasin. Punching in the code, and waiting for the sliding door to open, Slight pondered his earlier question. SHHHH The door opened, and he walked inside. "One place of safety" Slight thought. No one else seemed to be home, as they did have lives of their own. Slight turned on the tv to CNN, where something that shouldn't have surprised him, but did blinked on. Today, the hero known as Kurrent, was arrested and incarcerated for crimes against humanity. More on this later at 11:00.

Slight couldn't believe his ears. Not even knowing the guy well enough to form an opinion, but sencing that he was unjustly taken. He listened more for more information, and the anchor said that he was the culprit of the infastructure of the world collapsing. "That is rediculous, one person cant destroy a whole world wide government,... can they?"

The world had gone to He!!. This was what was on Midnightist mind. He cannot truly remember when this wave of threats and chaos started but in his mind he thinks back to the day the Vine Villains attacked New York. After that Doomsday showed up and among the trouble he caused he took the life of Superman.  He caused a massive amount of damage . Even after he was defeated he ruined the city as many super villains tried to use him as a weapon. This was an important time for Midnightist as this was the mission that he joined Veritas Incorporated and proved his worth to them.

One Hour Before

Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting! Lindon tinkered away with his new implants, his pride and joy. He made sure the adamantium was smooth and floowed together well, and that there was no crack in it... It hurt, being crushed by the Star Spangeled Hero... He took the initiative, though, and made a new protective mask for his face, and his now reconstructed nose. Just by the way his movements came, it was obvious that he was determined not to be damaged so badly again.

Ting! Ting! Ting! He finally finished and set the ballpen hammer down, marveling at how incredible his craftmanship had been. As he stood, he felt the new boosters in his thighs, and he also felt the neutrino boosters in his feet, which could almost double his already incredible speed. As he clenched his hands, he could feel the new power he'd implanted in them, and he turned on the spot and threw a massive charge of electricity out of his cybernetic arms. He stemmed the flow and smiled, looking at the scorched adamantium wall. Now he could supplement the "Master of Electrocution" while still maintaining his own abilities. He turned his head, and the implant to his spine made it to where he could turn his head almost three-hundred and sixty degrees. Smiling at his work, he walked proudly towards the staircase leading to his main chambers of Sanctum Eternum.

As he walked up the stairs, something on his ear crackled, and then he heard it clearly.

"Veritas Unite... Or whatever. We're in the meeting room." Lindon shook his head but walked straight towards his wardrobe to change into his suit.

(K)urrent Time

Lindon simply ran over the ground, marveling at his new speeds. He knew he should have been in the meeting already but he couldn't help but just run, and exercise his new weaponry. He sped by the Statue of Liberty, took a spin around the island running on the water, and then rushed into the statue. As he neared the meeting room, he re-arranged his appearance and entered. He looked around, nodded, and took a seat on the right side of the table. As he sat, he slipped the adamantium kendo stick/kali sticks from his back and laid it across his lap.

"We're United. What's up?"

Egypt

The Gargantuan Titan stood at 12 feet and 1197 pounds, he walked through the dim city. With a hooded robe on, passing only through the dim regions like a sinister in the hours of darkness. Only to be seen by the “fearless” alley cats who were even chilled by his presence. Very few had seen him in person, and the very few who did hadn’t lived very long to tell the fable. He trekked his way through time, living within many of modern day myths. He humored one of the aliases the mortals had made of him…”Big Foot.” Then again there was he other one he gained, the one hat was actually his personal favorite “The Bogeyman.” Large shackles, put on by him, bound his arms. He didn’t want get angry and go on an early rampage tonight. On both of his fist a symbol of the moon had been embedded with two large letters beneath it “MV” Midnight Vipers.

An organization that currently only consisted of the Triple Threat council members Kado, Ruin, and Man of Forever. He sluggishly drifted through the alleys, concealing his image from the pedestrians. His primary destination, Washington Museum. Finally he stood before its back door entrance, and with a slight turn of the knob it feel right off. He proceeded to enter as he, scoped around for his objective. Then he saw, cased in ten inches of bulletproof glass stood his large, ball and chain. It was apprehended when he raised hell in NYC and never returned for it. He raised his hand ad with little effort, he shattered the thick glass. He then obtained the weapon and continued out the way he entered, back into the back street lanes. He could already hear rushing sirens, and interrogation. But it would the same story every time “It’s impossible…no one can break through are secured glass.” As he stepped in the darkness the last sight seen was him lifting a duffel bag. The sound of clanking metal echoed far out into the streets, blowing a edge of curiosity over the civilians. As he stepped forward into, somewhat of lighted area his complete battle attire was seen. With a red top and bottom leather outfit along with the metallic helmet, his muscles were presented. The bulkiness of his body was so ravishing it was if his muscular areas had be chiseled in. Several metal braces went down both of his arm, making it hard for him to do any major damage. He always kept himself careful, just incase he went berserk.

He stepped into the public streets, with his chain wrapped around his hand and the spiked ball dragging across the ground. He arched his back while launching the ball forward, swinging it like cowboy’s lasso. The ball smashed into the nearest electrical poles, including the one which held the traffic light on this major business street. They large poles fell into the streets, barricading them in as a few tried to veer right onto the sidewalk. Unfortunately for Kado, one man was feeling a little arrogant and decided he would be a hero. The man smashed on the pedal with car in place, and instantly he put it in drive slowly moving in on Kado as e did the same. Kado pressed his foot on the hood, of the car as the wheel uselessly rubbed against the ground until it burned itself out. He then shoved his foot forward, hurling the car into the air, with a slight explosion wave as it landed. It wasn’t a good day…the heroes number one protector had become apprehended. For a crime Kado knew he didn’t commit. The titan really didn’t care, he was just pissed that the government was so stupid to think that those pitiful heroes would commit a crime. A misdeed there part. Because now the number one priority of the streets was locating the dynamic guardian of the people.

He wasn't doing it because he wanted to save an innocent man. Jut simply because it had been night...and once the moon was visible then the law was in the hands of the Midnight Vipers. He dragged his ball and chain as he proceeded to the vacant street cut off by his barricade. He walked through the middle of the streets as the small humans scurried like mice. Yes they were aware of the mutant lifeforms walking this planet...but nothing as such as himself was known to man. He was not on the search of man...but more of an organization. His connection with NASA gave him all the leading information on rising teams, and there were a few who called themselves the Dark Veritas. He was on the hunt for them, they knew something. They knew something essential to this crisis taking place.

They were all the predecessors to what has come to be the final solution to the Vine Villains, Five long an torturous generations an now they seem almost right. What Victor brought back to life continues spreading its disease to the farthest reaches of the Vine world. And in a span of three months the VV have wrought destruction and mayham and utterly humiliated the people of New York. Their statue of Liberty and the only thing that made them a singular nation in itself was destroyed an by my hands, I watched as the demon that took me an humiliated me in battle destroyed forever the man who shined justice on the world. The man who made our lives difficult by default as he stood for that ray of light in the world that the heroes sought for an wanted to win at no cost to achieve. A sinister grin comes to his face And when he was extinguished that light was destroyed along with him. Then the heroes again had to meddle, we were unable to grasp the corpse of the demon the moment his soul left his body. And I laid battered an beaten beside my brother, after that we hide. I lost contact with Dark Spartan for a majority of the time we did as Apocalypse instructed an we watched. And then prior to the storming of the S13 base he called on us and Doom was gone....somehow taken from this world an leaving the VV leaderless.

In his wake he told that Aztek would be the leader in his absense unless Aztek found someone more suitable for the role of leader. And the images of my failed reign at leader of the VV swarmed my mind as I wanted to stand. They stopped me for a moment but I pushed past them an stood up telling Aztek that I would take Dooms place as leader, he nodded in agreement an after briefing the remaining members they came. Following Apocalypses battle of S13 he came back with the one thing I was happy to be rid of, the body of Doomsday. He halted my actions which were at first to burn the corpse an scatter its ashes into the farthest reaches of space, that vile thing humiliated me and in effect the VV. Apocalypses booming voice stopped me in my tracks not out of fear but irritation I knew that all I could do was listen to him "We allow for this beasts body to survive the next moments around you for one reason Young Darkchild. His powers could be of great use to the superior race, and in effect if he was to use his powers around you...you could take them from him. Yes Darkchild I know of who an what you are, you are a mutant and in every way close to Omega than your predecessors. With his power you could control when you die even more than you do now, and each time resistant to what had fallen you."  He stopped and a grin came to his face that belittled the sinister grins of Final Arrow and then upon finding truth to his words I myself found a grin creeping onto my face.

60 hours later

I instruct Rina, Constantine, Effect and Eternal Chaos to return to our home base back in the US. " You four must keep the ones back in the US occupied until I return, Apocalypse needs the finest warriors to protect what he has plans for in the US. Soon you will be followed by the Horsemen,  Arkham criminals have seen the chance of escape and made their plans of taking the city down with them evident. And the Heroes of this world will stop at nothing to return their hated advesaries back to prison...make sure they dont get that chance. They will also be wound up in their most beloved leader of Veritas in prison, a fact I cant stop finding amusing." Darkchild turns around to the remaining VV (Lady Tlieso, Final Arrow, Aztek, Dark Spartan, Mage, Weatherman, and Boken) "We are this places fortitude, the weapons that he was able to use as a way to be the victor on S13 have still been in repair. You all know that they will stop at nothing at retriving the body of Doomsday, and even with the samples over with Sinister we MUST keep this body no matter what. When the time is needed we will move out of Egypt but not now. We make these fools realize that now they have to over come us to retrieve the body, and this time we will not go down so easily. The memory of what we achieved in New York will be nothing compared to what we now hold in our hands."

Like a born assassin, he bound from rooftop to rooftop. The moon glistened off of the crystallized texture of his handguns. His momentum propelled him to the next roof. While I mid-air he spun in a circular motion drawing his pistols, and firing six rounds. Three to each of the executioners after him. To some the position of the Midnight Vipers was a favor to others a threat. Many times, when the moon had set, Ruin sabotaged the shipments of some of the drug lords. Now they wanted him dead, that’s all they could do was want. He landed feet flat, blowing the gray smoke from his guns. Then he heard the sound of barks and rattling chains “F#ck me!” he turned to the direction of the noise and watched as several bulky dogs leapt from roof t roof ,as he did, focused on one thing….a good meal. He continued his routine trying to evade the creatures but they were getting to close, and they were much bigger than he thought. These damn dogs had the size of a mastiff and the muscle quality of a pit bull, saying they were on steroid was a hell of an understatement. He turned towards still running, but backwards. He fired off shots, but they ricocheted against the chains. They were too fast. He discarded the gun clips, as he forced the gun onto two more magazines on his waist. If he didn’t stop them soon, they were about to have a hell of a meal. He fired at the air conditioner they were about to pass, and it exploded as long canine yelps could be heard. He approached the smoky area, with a grimy grin on his face. “Never send a mutt to do a man’s job.” He said as he entered the smoke to find the bead beasts. What the hell! They weren’t there, he turned around to see that they were closing in on him. They leapt onto his arm, gnawing at him. It was painful for him of course but they had no luck piercing his skin. He extended his arm, swinging it like a mad man into the cement as the creatures cried in awe. A long knife extended from both his boots, as he kicked up towards his arm stabbing away at the gripping jaws of the creatures. They all released him and decided to fall back. He dropped down from the roof, onto urban ground.

The citizens walked the streets with eerie smiles across the face, and that’s why he pitied them. They were required to go through the hard labor of life or death, in their carefree lives. They just enjoyed themselves, family vacations, happy career, it was just too much happiness in a world so depressed. He crossed through the street whiled the light hade been green and the cars decided they were going to maintain mobility. Bad move, with his elemental control he extended his fists to both sides of him, and opened his palm holding the cars in place even though the wheels still turned. He kept this position as he walked to the other side, then as soon as he dropped his hand….Skkkkkkkit! The cars slammed against each other. Into a fatal car crash. From a near estimate maybe six had died and twelve injured in less then six seconds. He cracked his neck to both sides, as he viewed the department stores surrounding him. He passed them all by, for he had no intention of spending. Moving on down the passage way, he came to what seemed to be a vacant warehouse, he walked in and saw that it really was vacant. So he thought….before he heard the sound of booming music. He walk to door pulling its handle so hard the door came off of its hinges. He stepped down a log array of steps until he finally hit the jackpot. A large party going on, people danced across the floor wile hey sipped their glasses of liquor. He smiled, it was amazing the hell that he would cause if this was what he though it was. He with his left hand he removed one of his handguns from its holster, and shot a round at the ceiling. As the sprinklers initiated. He looked to his hand, as water wasn’t pouring down it was blood. He could hear approaching hisses from the party of thousands. IT was a vampire party. And he hated vampires. He grabbed the gun by its firing pole, as the vampire darted towards him, and along wit several more. He grabbed the first’s arm and bent it across his knee while pistol whipping it in the head.

“This is big, you understand that right? Their going to find out and when they do they’ll come after you, after all of us.” Questioned the shadowy figure who was seated in the center of a large curving podium with a massive gold trimmed curtain behind him. To his left and right the silhouettes of other mysterious characters who’s identities where cloaked by the methodically lit room all whispered upon hearing the man speak. “Your ambitious Jean Luc, perhaps a bit to ambitious. Your personal war with the heroes is becoming a liability. We’ve operated relatively undisturbed for centuries, and it is because we maintain a certain level of discretion while providing the illusion of institutional stability. But your continuous plotting and scheming has already brought around the destruction of the Hellfire Club, and now there are reports that you have installed a Shadow Initiative within the U.N. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Gambler casually glanced around the room taking in the body language of those in attendance before responding. “The Hellfire Club is dee past, the Les Assassins Silencieux is dee future. Yes, it is true dat I have installed my own Shadow Initiative but look at what it has accomplished. Is Kurrent not imprisoned? Is his team not on the run? Have they not been blamed for dee recent tragedies and catastrophic events of and ? The World demanded retribution. They demanded someone pay, and now dhey have it. Dis leaves only dee Ice Dragons to contend with dee Arkum outbreak as well as bringing in the members of Veritas. They wont have time to figure out what’s happening and by the time dhey do, it will be to late.”

Once again the room was flooded with whispers as each member began discussing the situation amongst themselves. Comprised of some of the most influential people in the World, the secret society was in fact the true power behind the former Hellfire Club and Gambler himself. With members ranging from Four Star Generals, Prime Ministers, Priest, and Presidents alike. But now the relationship between the Cajun and his political base had become strained. His recent actions a complete opposite to their slow moving agenda. “Make no mistake, I am not asking your permission, nor do I need it. Events have already been set in motion. time to bury dee Worlds heroes is now.” He said with a fiery tone.

After a brief pause the members of the council stood up and made their exit through the back curtain  except for one man. “Okay Jean Luc, have it your way. This council will support you in this endeavor in any manner necessary. However if you should fail yet again know that your life and the life of your family shall be forfeit, and we will collect.”

The Cajun flashed his confident smirk as he turned to walk away knowing any sign of doubt would be misconstrued as weakness. The truth was the LaS was weaker then ever having been recently disbanded by the King of Kings. A lack of discipline and commitment  led to the termination of Crimson Thorn leaving behind only the foot soldiers of the Noir Rose. Angilque, Gambler, and the recently discovered Esther where all that remained of the once illustrious group. Still, the crafty Nawlings native was willing to gamble it all in an attempt to once again regain the power he so desperately craved.

As he left the secretive meeting he slipped his hand into the side pocket of his black cashmere Cole Haan coat before removing an unopened letter. The wax seal was strangely recognizable yet Gambler was unsure of where and when he had seen it before. With a little spark of kinetic energy the seal was melted just enough to neatly remove the contents before stepping into the back seat of the yet to be released 2010 Aston Martin Rapide. As always the flamboyant assassin was a step ahead of the game and didn’t mind flaunting it, even if it attracted unnecessary attention to a meeting that was suppose to be secretive.

There are some things that just come out of nowhere, and there are some things that just seem to. This was one of those things that just seemed to, in reality it had probably been building up for a long time. And it had happened before. Still, who likes being outlaws for nothing?

"What the...nah I shouldn't say it. Still, what do those big-wigs think they're doing."  This was Frederick hearing the news of Kurrents ridiculous capture and realizing that he was now a criminal for absolutely nothing. I mean, what does the government have against us. We're the ones that are risking our lives to save the country while they're sitting in some room voting on what to do. And why just Veritas? Sure, most of us didn't sign that Registration Act thing, but that was years ago. I wasn't even Alpha Guard then. But it's possible. Anyway, enough thinking about why this happened and time to start thinking about what to do now that it had happened. Frederick started pacing up and down the living room, stopping only to seize the remote and turn the TV off. It throwing this new really, really stupid thing in his face was really getting on his nerves. OK, what do I have to do. Get Kurrent out of prison, figure out why he's in prison, figure out why the rest of Veritas is supposed to go to prison, try to get the other hero teams to understand that we're not criminals, figure out if I'm going to Juvenile or regular prison, never mind that last thing. Well I think that concludes hero stuff, might as well make note of the fact I still have homework to do, should probably practice clarinet, and get something done with that Science Fair project. Wondering if he should write the mental list he had created down to create what could be the world's most difficult to-do list, Frederick plopped down on the couch. A meow called him from his thoughts, then a nuzzle from a white, furry head, from which was coming a pigeon like purr. The cat's tail shivered, just his tail, something unique to him. Normally Frederick would have petted him, but he didn't have them time. Yes I see you Phantom, go find Mom or Dad. I have to go now anyway. Homework will have to wait. The boy hero had finally decided that the rest of Veritas would have to free Kurrent, while he was going to have a talk with a certain Star-Spangled Ice Dragon. If Andferne was going to listen to anyone it would hopefully be him. Frederick stood back up and started to head for the door. The tinkle of a bell made him look back, Phantom had jumped off the couch and was now running towards him, tail high in the air. Meow, meow! His demanding cry, normally one Frederick would have answered, only annoyed. With a sigh, a beam of light shot from his palm, perfectly harmless. But Phantom didn't know that. With a high pitched cry, he fled up the stairs. When he reached the last step, he crouched down as low as he could go, gazing down on Frederick with a fearful stare, yet longing to go down and get the petting he desired. "I'll see you later Phantom, right now Andferne and I need to have a talk. Not that you even know who Andferne is." As the door opened, another cat came racing down the stairs. This streak of black fur didn't stop until he was about a foot away from the now open doorway, and the only thing that made him stop was the same light trick that had terrified Phantom. "Sorry Shadow, next time." And with that Frederick, out of sight, took to the sky, donning the guise of Alpha Guard as he did so. 

As the landscape beneath him changed from one terrain to the next, Alpha radioed in to Veritas. He had wondered who was leader while Kurrent was out of action, a question which was hard to answer, Eventually he had come to the conclusion that as Kurrent's right hand man, it might very well be him. So the boy hero decided to experiment with taking authority, and if someone else wanted to take charge so be it. "Veritas this is Alpha. We've got two priorities, freeing Kurrent and proving that we're innocent of whatever we've been accused of. I need you guys to take care of getting Kurrent free. Meanwhile the leader of the Ice Dragons has a surprise visit from me in store. Alpha out, Veritas Unite!"

Cutting radio contact, Alpha honed everything he had on finding Andferne. He had recently overcome his disabling fear of hights aquired thanks to the Vice Bomb, allowing him to fly once more, but he still had occasional bursts of fear that sometimes paralyzed him, and his powers weren't as strong as they were usually. Which meant if he was attacked his chances of being defeated were greater than normal. Which made it all the more important to find Andferne quickly. And then, convince him that he was telling the truth, thus hopefully making them allies, not enemies, once again.

He had his orders. But the process of carrying it out would be all his own. The kryptonian hovered about 20,000 feet above Tokyo, searching for that lead he needed. Listening to the entire earth was a taxing action.  All the sounds flooding your mind, all the dialects, the roars of engines, the ruffling of leaves, all the sounds of the planet rushing at you, at Light. All the while he tries to pinpoint the specific sound wave. The one holding the information he needed. His ears flinched and he cringed at the sound of a car screeching, or sneakers sliding across a smooth hardwood floor. These noises occured incessantly yet he persisted. Sure he was going to find the info he wanted. And about 400 miles away, were the words he wanted to hear.

“North Dakota Maximum Security Prison…   It’s a top secret holding facility for the United State’s worst enemies. Kurrent is being kept there, I need him brought back to DC by any means. Don’t mistake me, I could care less about him right now. I only need the access to the Veritas Inc. database. His personal files are quite difficult hack….hmph even for me. I’ll need about a half-dozen warrants and probable cause, along with a federal judge to sign off on it. F**k that, let’s work smarter not harder. 502 Kid and Wildstar should be on their way there already. Work together or don’t, just get it done. Oh and if the situation should start to go sour, eliminate Kurrent and to hell with it. Keep me posted

Light smiled. It was a sly smile. Meaning he wasnt happy at all about what He'd heard, but now he knew what he had to do. He needed to protect Kurrent, as well as get a hold of the remaining Veritas members. The death of someone as influential as Kurrent could shatter the entire infrstucture as we know it. But then he was interrupted as he heard the panicky shrieks and cries for help emanating from the epicenter of Gotham City. Making use of his amazing Vision Light pierced into the heart of the city to analyze the situation. "It seems that Arkhams little misfits have been released into the mainstream society. This could be disastrous. Especially with the Joker loose." THus the decision on what to do just got that much harder. Would he trade one life for many, Or was that one life infinitely more valuable? But what if the criminals captured Gotham? They would slowly spread like a plague devouring city after city, causing countless deaths... On the other hand Kurrents death could cause social chaos which would also spread in the same manner. The consequences for ignoring either were disastrous indeed. And they would only become harder as Light's ears caught the voice of a very familiar specimen.

"We are this places fortitude, the weapons that he was able to use as a way to be the victor on S13 have still been in repair. You all know that they will stop at nothing at retriving the body of Doomsday, and even with the samples over with Sinister we MUST keep this body no matter what. When the time is needed we will move out of Egypt but not now. We make these fools realize that now they have to over come us to retrieve the body, and this time we will not go down so easily. The memory of what we achieved in New York will be nothing compared to what we now hold in our hands."      

This made the decision even harder. He now held in his hands the whereabouts of Kurrent, as well as Doomsday's body. Doomsday, this monstocity held enough power to takedown a kryptonian at full power. The idea of something with that kind of power made Light quiver with fear. Then the realization that the Kal-El was taken down by this monster made Light's kryptonian blood boil with anger and hatred. Now he was beginning to crave confrontation with this being of tremendous power. He imagined the clash, the thunderous roar as earth shattering blows connected, as blood littered the ground... And then Light realized that it was best for him to stay as far away from that location as possible. Just the thought of being there brought violent ideas to mind and he didn't want to do something he'd regret. All his life, he'd lived without self restraint, and he decided that if he was going to be in charge of such godly power, than he would finally have to pull in the reigns and conduct himself like someone worthy of it. Speaking into his ICE communicator, "I have confirmed the location of both Doomsday as well as Kurrent. You can contact me via the comm or simply call me, I'll definitely hear you. Meanwhile I'll be investigating somethings on my own." Lor-El  finished up his last sentence before flying off to find a source of information. He needed some answers that only one woman had. "Hope Metropolis is ready for another Kryptonian..."

Dis leaves only dee Ice Dragons to contend with dee Arkum outbreak as well as bringing in the members of Veritas. They wont have time to figure out what’s happening and by the time dhey do, it will be to late.”

*Sigh* "Why does every villain have to speak so loudly?" Light chuckled as he overheard His former teammate Gambler boasting of his recent successes. "I guess there number two on my list."

  

"Now where were we" Midnightist had just found an off duty Security guards for the Sector 13 prison. Midnightist was attempting to gain information on the exact location Kurrent was being imprisoned. The guards name was Mitch Kennmore and he was so scared he was getting ready to crap in his pants, but truly the saddest part was he should be that scared because Midnightist was not a nice person and was in fact was a very scary person to be feared.

    In Gotham City a battle raged on the roof-tops as a crowd of delighted onlookers strained from behind a police line to catch a glimpse of their hero who was locked in combat with one of the infamous Arkham Asylum inmates who had recently been freed from his prison. The amorphous mass of people had been following the lone hero across the city obsessively as he quickly left a bloody trail of super villains in his wake. This was Slinger's fourth Arkham inmate of the day, and so far, none had managed to survive their encounter with Gotham's new white knight. Jonathan Crane was faring no better than the others.
   The battle with the Scarecrow was going better than any could have expected. The ragged villain's fear based tricks were completely canceled out by Baphomet's own empathic ability, and in fact, he had just now managed to reduce the inmate to a sniveling heap of frightened terror.
    "Get away from me!" The ragged monster pleaded with the superhero as Slinger had finally cornered him in the familiar setting of the Gotham Public Library bell tower. Ironically, months earlier, this was where the Templar had fought with Batman himself, and now he was doing what the Bat never could; cleaning up Gotham's streets once and for all.
    Slinger reached down and picked up the horrified villain by his throat and dangled him haphazardly from the towering height. The Scarecrow gurgled out a scream that fell on deaf ears, "Please! No! Don't! I wont hurt anyone anymore! I promise!" A salty smell suddenly became evident in the wind and the screaming changed into a defeated sob, "Please...please."
    Slinger's white "V" shaped mask gave him an emotionless look, and he whispered callously to the super-villain who had been reduced to the state of a crying child, "I don't have room for monsters like you in my new world." He then suddenly let go, and the villain plummeted six stories to the pavement below, crashing into the earth in a destroyed heap. The scarecrow would never frighten anyone or anything again.
    The crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer of approval, happy to be rid of the man who had ruled their nightmares for years, but their hero's work was far from over. He wouldn't stop until all of the Arkham escapees had suffered the same fate. Tonight, Gotham's streets would run red with the blood of the damned.
    Slinger pulled from a pocket in his star spangled cloak a tiny electronic device. He punched in a few numbers and was instantly connected to the man who had provided his new patriotic uniform, "Hello Hottness? Yeah, Scarecrow wasn't a problem. Yeah, Croc, Hatter, and the Penguin. Uh huh, I think I have a lead on Two-Face. Yeah, don't worry. I'll get the streets of Gotham cleaned up once and for all." Slinger pushed a button ending his call, then took off in the direction of the city pier.

Some saw amnesia as the worst thing to happen to a person. All your memories... Gone. Your identity, the essence of who you are... Gone. Indeed, for some that is a fear they could not face, but for Spectrion Amnesia was something he begged for each and everyday. To have the memory of a bloodied mothers sobs resonating inside your head and her horrific shrieks echoing, haunting his every waking moment. To be plagued by visions of her young daughters crying for help as they were forced into awkwards positions by sadistic men with filth ridden intentions. While these same sexual acts were committed against there mother. The taste of there blood etched upon his tongue, the feeling as her heart beat slowly faded away. Amnesia aint so bad now is it?

Scouring the skies Richard searched for this office in DC. His knew purpose lie in this govermental organization and he was not willing to forsake it. Anything to keep his tormented mind occupied. Arriving at the coordinates he was given he stood in front of a medium sized building. It was the same on the outside as all the other buildings but gave an aura of importance. Stepping inside Spectrion was immediately greeted by the suit wearing stiffs he always pictured as governmental officials. They gave him awkward looks, as he strode past him. They could probably feel the evil galloping off of him like a race horse at the sound of a gun shot. Making his way up the stairs he spotted a sigh that read D.V. Inc. Assuming this might be the place he walked through the wooden door and into the quiet office.  

There was a receptionist at the desk and a door beyond that. He strode right past the woman and through the door. She reched out to touch Spectrion and was immediately sent back by pure concussive force. Meanwhile Spec overheard the man who had invited him, speaking about the incarceration of some Curry guy and how he needed him to access a database. As soon as the man hung up the phone Spec spoke, "I'll retrieve him for you can man and when I return you get the pleasure of telling me what this was all about." With that Spectrion bursted through the nearest wall and into the sky.

(OOC:keep in mind that the time stream Spectrion is in is 20 seconds ahead of everyone elses so conversations with him will most likely involve him responding to things you probably havent said yet and stuff like that ^_^)       

  

EGYPT

Thomas ran across the open dunes , the cool sandy waves engulfing him and his team leader William. He brought no weapons, wanting to move more effieciently through the sand than sifting in with the excess weight. Days the team Wolf Pack had been hiding in Egypt, evermore searching for Apocolypse's hideout where the rumored Doomsday was. They had been off course though, checking through the Egyptian forests. Wanting to move faster and easier, the team had been placed. Only two had been able to continue on with the fastest rate of covering ground

The two chosen were William and Thomas. They both were Lycans, better known as Lycans. Both had extreme superhuman senses, giving them the sharpest smell. They could track anyone together. With the tracks being brushed away with sands they would be compltly erased.  You needed a trained nose to maneuver and follow other people roaming through the dunes.

Immediatly William stopped dead in his tracks, wavering for Thomas to stop moving. Listening intently Thomas became inaudible, not moving a muscle within his body. Thomas watched William bend down and look at one track. Quickly he came back up and stared at Thomas.

"Infinites....." he said in a low voice to Thomas.  "...the foot soldiers of Apocalypse. Then he started to move his eyes again"There were five...." Wiliam said.  "...Most likely a patrol or scouting party....."  Williams eyes then looked onward as if piecing together a trail in his mind.  "They went Southeast." he said, standing up and following the fading trail. Then he sniffed the air "Come on, hurry!"

 Then they raced miles over the sands. At incredible speeds they were ten times faster than the fastest jogger in the world. The scents of the Infinites were stronger. Then they both crawled across the sand. Then they crawled until coming over a dune. There they beheld the place they were looking for.

" There it is" whispered William.

A pyramid was standing. Infinints littered the area. Almost the whole area was patroled under. Then a man appeared. Gigantic he started to order around the Infinints. " Apocolypse, he doesn't seem so scary anymore..." Thomas whispered silently to himself. Then Thomas realized. It was Dark Spartan, a vile villain in the Vine Villains. Someone not taken likely.

Then William spoke, this time Thomas ignored the words he said and continued looking on. Then William stood and ran. Thomas lifted up but this time he turned to see William only a couple of feet away. Looking back Thomas saw a wandering Infinite walking right below him. This time he wasn't going to let them get away. Next time he would kill them immediatly. No one would be left.

Turning back around Thomas ran after William. The two would meet the rest of the pack in Cairo, where the team had gathered. It was only a matter of time before Apocolypse reshowed himself along with his Horsemen. Who exactly they were would be a mystery..for awhile anyway.

In the darkness of night Damnation followed Thomas Lee Jamison and William her emerald green hair fluttering in the desert winds. She stayed a good 500 yards away as she searched secretly with the two Lycans making sure to keep her scent far enough away to where it wouldn't enter their nostrils. As for their eyes she had her pitch black cape and robe on to make sure that those wouldn't be a problem. Smiling she thought to herself "They act like they're the best ones at tracking all because of their little sensitive noses. I can easily follow Apocalypse's path by following his spirit energy. At least they're heading in the right direction I suppose." her feet cutting through the desert sands as she followed them.

They suddenly stopped as they reached a pyramid it's elegant peak pointing to the sky. Not able to see anything more she circled around keeping her distance from her comrades as she looked for a better viewing point. Finally she saw what they were looking at. A group of Infinites were circling the pyramid like guards. Smiling wide Damnation retch for one of her guns her green eyes shimmering in the golden moon light as she prepared for to charge the pyramid. Suddenly she stopped as a door opened in the pyramid and a large man with dual swords walked out of the door along with some more Infinites to replace the ones who had been guarding the pyramid. She didn't know who the man was but she could tell he was powerful, that part seemed to radiate off him.

As she once again prepared to charge she suddenly noticed that Jamison and William were leaving. She thought for a second as to weather or not she would stand a chance of winning if she fought alone against the forboding figure and troops that stood before her. After a few seconds of deliberation she decided that it wasn't worth the risk besides they would soon be back at the base and she didn't want to risk the chance of them calling her hotel room and she not being there. (She had to decided to stay at a hotel while the others looked for Apocalypse.)

Finally with one last sigh she put her gun away and headed back to town. The next day started out boring as she slept through the morning and no one had yet to contact her about a plan of any sort. So she walked down the streets looking for any sort of artifact that would give her an excuse to use a mind crush (Yugioh reference) or might help her with her other more personal mission. After a few hours of coming up empty handed she sighed leaning against a clay wall waiting for something interesting to happen.

Over the skies of central America, Epsilon was soaring high and fast. He was on a simple patrol, something he did nearly every day. It didn't take him long to cross the country, and he stopped in almost every major city, monitoring it for almost half an hour before moving on. Flying somewhere close to Chicago, Nero spoke up.

I have received a message from Andferne. Relaying it now.....

Eric heard the message as clear as if it was playing in his ear.

"ICE listen up, we got some new orders from the Government today. It seems that the group called Veritas has gone rogue, are now deemed outlaws of the state. Majority of them are not registered and we have been told to bring them in, at all costs... Something does not fit right with me on this. Continue to search for Doomsday and Apocalypse, as well as the missing Agent. They might hold clues for us to sort this out peacefully. IF you run across any Veritas, judge the situation and if you have to bring them in, take them to Ice HQ first. We will do our own investigation before we turn them over to the authorites. They want us to police our own, then that is what they will get. Andy out"

"Vertas!? Rogue!?", Eric pulled to a stop, having passed by Chicago and floating on the outskirts of Gotham City.

You sound surprised.

"Well yeah....I mean.....Veritas and Kurrent are famous because of what they do. They're superheroes. I can't believe that they'd do anything to put them on the Most Wanted li-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a explosion went off, in the city of Gotham. From the distance, sirens could be heard, coming from all over the town. "Nero, what's going on?", he asked.

Monitoring radio chatter......it seems that there has been an outbreak at Arkham Asylum. The prisoners there are now free to roam the city.

"We've got to get into the middle of that before anybody gets hurt! Notify the rest of ICE, we might need some help fo-", he was cut off again, this time by the voice in his head.

Receiving another message, this time from Light. Relaying now....

"I have confirmed the location of both Doomsday as well as Kurrent. You can contact me via the comm or simply call me, I'll definitely hear you. Meanwhile I'll be investigating somethings on my own."

Eric stopped, floating. He didn't know what to do. Just moments earlier, Andferne had told the entire team to search for Kurrent, Doomsday, and the missing Agent. But here, a entirely different crisis was occuring. He was torn-to address the terror of Gotham, or go after the greater objective. He took a breath.

No time to waste Epsilon. Will you be apprehending Arkham's inmates, or phone after Light to find the location of the other objectives?

"There's a reason I go on patrol, Nero. To take care of things like this.....I'm going to help Gotham", he decided. With a pulse of energy, he shot forward into the city, zooming past skyscrapers. Below him was a blur of people and cars, and the occasional fire-chaos was scattered about the city. He came upon a large crowd of people gathered about a bell tower. Just as he stopped, a man fell screaming from the top-he hit the ground, his head bursting like a watermelon, death on impact. A lot of blood.

He flew backwards, landing on a gravel rooftop hard. He gagged, choking down his bile-he had never seen someone die before. For a few moments, he coughed hard, choking, before breathing heavily, the fluid leaving his mouth. He was gasping for air, and he leaned up against a wall.

"Oh my god.....that man, he's....."

Dead.

From below, the most terrible sound he had ever heard emanated up. The sound of cheering. The crowd was actually happy that this man had just died a horrible death-his innards soaking out and staining the sidewalk. What had happened to this city to make it like this? What was wrong with Gotham?

Epsilon, that man was the Scarecrow. He was a killer who specialized in terrifying his victims. He was from Arkham.

"So!? No one deserved that! And the crowd......like an audience.....", he gagged again.

Yes, they were happy. Epsilon, in this line of....."work".....death is a natural occurence. You will become accustomed to it. Now, the best that you can do is find who did this.....

"Right, okay, you're right.....", he pushed himself off the ground, forcing himself not to look at the corpse down below. He flew over to the belltower, inspecting it from the air. He gazed around, but saw nothing, scanning the area. He saw no one.

Epsilon, to your right!

Quickly, he snapped his head over to his right, and gazed at the roofs. He saw a man dressed in a costume, a large white V mask covering his face. He was fast and agile, moving quickly over the tops of the buildings, almost effortlessly. "Nero, do you have a ID on him?", he asked.

Scanning databases. May take some time. Suggest non-aggressive approach-you don't know what he's capable of.

"To hell with that", Eric almost spat out. Immediately, he shot off again, leaving a trail of energy behind him-he quickly caught up with the man with the V. He floated ahead of him, in plain sight, energy gathering around his hands, making him even easier to spot.

"You, with the mask!", Epsilon noticed that the man had a large sword with him. "Uh....lay down your weapon, or else......I'll be forced to attack!". He didn't exactly come off as threatening, but he didn't care. He was too disgusted and angered by the Scarecrow's death, something which replayed in his head over and over again. He didn't think he would ever forget it.

As a beat up old chevy raced through the North Dakota highway, The man known as the Wildstar hummed along to the song "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns and Roses. It had taken him longer than he expected to find the prison which was house the fallen hero known throughout the world as Kurrent, but if this all played out like he and 502 Kid had planned it would only take twenty minutes to grab him and be on their way. Maybe Kurrent wasn't the criminal everyone was being led to believe. Maybe he was. All that didn't matter to Wildstar. Sure he knew of Kurrent. Who didn't? The guy had made a name for himself a man of honor and a true hero, but with everything that had been happening as of late, someone had to be the fall guy. Might as well be one of those Veritas Inc. clowns.

Turn left off the interstate no more than two miles away from The North Dakota Maximum Security Prison, Wildstar knew this had to go off without a hitch. North Dakota was one of the only states that allowed their prison guards to used real ammo. Not those beanbags that were showing up all around the states. No, North Dakota played for keeps. There were at least fifty superhuman prisoners locked inside,but only one that mattered. If the intel that was provided when he was assigned this mission, he knew Kurrent was locked down tighter than Fort Knox. Noone was suppose to be let in or out except for the thirty-six correctional officers that were assigned to his uint per shift. Thirty-six men armed to the teeth for one man. If it had been six months ago, they'd have been treating him like a royalty. Now, he was lower than dirt. Just thinking about it made Wildstar chuckle. 

Pulling off the highway and into the surrounding woods after spotting the quarter mile sign for the prison, Wildstar exited the old car and dragged a stuffed duffle bag behind him. Opening it once he was in the forest, Wildstar began to suit up for the mission at hand. His Kevlar body armor felt cool as his stripped down to his tee shirt and boxers and began to put it on. It was a little too form fitting for his tastes, but if it got the job done who was he to complain. Pulling his belt and leg straps from out the duffle bag, Wildstar started to get what he called "Pre-Game Jitters". He could feel the adrenalin flowing through him. It made his already augmented body feel alot more powerful. Putting on the belt an leg straps, Wildstar made sure to check if all of his equipment was intact. He wasn't as heavily armed as he would have liked, but what did he have to worry about. After all, the guards were only human.

Reaching in the bag once more to retrieve his helmet, Wildstar looked at himself through the mirrored bulletproof lens that covered it. Once he did this he would forever by in the service of Dark Veritas, but how could he not knowing the dirt they had on him. Placing the helmet was all he could do now. It was the only thing he could do. So it's what he did. A midday strike is something that every prison trains to count, but very few ever truly take seriously. This was what Wildstar was hoping for. Pulling his sword and sheath from the duffle bag, Wildstar could feel it's power flow through him as he grabbed it just below the hilt. Running through the forest until he was just out of the range of the snipers in the four towers that surrounded the prison, Wildstar pressed the small button on the side of his helmet activating his com link and began to speak.

 "Kid, we got four guardsmen armed with M-4s in the towers around prison. Two trained on the enterance. Two trained on a room on the top floor of the southern most corridor. Don't move until I take them out."

Removing his finger from the button, Wildstar's hands began to glow as he began to fire a volley of hot knives made of photovoltic energy at the two guard towers aiming at the southern corridor. He had to pour on the heat if he was going to hit them, but he knew failure wasn't an option. As he watched the guards duck for cover inside the bunkers atop the guard towers, the ground around him began to burst apart as the guard from the other two towers began to fire upon him. Even though they didn't have a visual, their shots were almost on the money as bullets whizzed past his head. Changing the target of his hot knives from the two south towers to the pair of northern towers that were firing at him. Upping his power outage until he created one huge hot knife with his left hand, Wildstar fired it at tower on the left of him. As the energy knife shot through the air, Wildstar could just imagine what was going through the guards minds. He could hear the screams of the people just inside the prison walls as they watched the massive energy blade connect with the tower. 

As the hot knife ripped into the tower causing it to crumble and destroy most of the northern part of the prison's outer wall, Wildstar began to run through the forest. It would take him time to build up enough energy to perform another stunt like that, but with the guards from the other two towers cowering inside their bunker like babies, Wildstar had to take out the last tower. Running from out the forest, Wildstar was hit in the shoulder by a bullet as the guards in front of the prison began to open fire on him. He had given them a target to focus on, he just hoped he had done enough to give 502 the window he need to grab Kurrent and get to the extraction point given to them.        
            

Sitting in back in her seat the young fire goddess, Feral Nova, listened to Lieutenant Pena, a middle aged man who sat up straight in his seat, his salt and pepper hair combed back as his brown eyes were fixed upon her own. The two have been talking for the past four hours, arguing with each other. Ever since the attack upon New York City, most heroes have been seen as villains, even the all time hero Kurrent, has been taken into custody and being held at some facility that no one was to know about. Upon hearing this made Stephanie’s body tense, was the Government going mad? Her own thoughts were more for the team, they worked for the military government, and heard about ICE, Andy’s team, having to hunt down all members of Vertias. She didn’t want her own team to have to do the same, to hunt down their own. Loud shouts and even a few exchanges of foul language could be heard coming from the other side of the door, as silence finally came to.

“Look, Ms. Ardor.” Lieutenant Pena spoke as calmly as possible as he moved his hands from under his chin to the desk that was before him. “I don’t like this any more than you do, and you know I just come here upon orders. But-”

“We will NOT hunt down our own.” Stephanie interrupted him, her voice sharp as she glared at him.

The older man sighed as he lowered his head slightly rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger. “Fine, but I then I need something else from you.” He spoke as he looked back up at her.

Still quite the WAL co-leader continued to keep her focus on the military man.

“We need your team to do some clean up, since the break out of Arkham Asylum. We have asked ICE to do that, but they’re hands are full and I know they would appreciate some help from you.”

The sight of Andy sitting in his HQ, stressed and tired flickered in Nova’s mind. More recently the two have become better of friends and knew that she had to help him out in some way. Nodding her head she folded her hands upon her lap. “Very well, WAL will be in charge of cleaning up the streets of Gotham City.” She turned her head to the left just slightly, looking upon the computer screen, it was almost time for the Young WAL to be out of class, and she didn’t want the young ones to know what was going on just yet. “I think our meeting is complete Lieutenant Pena.” Standing up she placed her hands on her redwood desk. “I will give out the order as soon as you leave. If you need us to do anything else for you, please call.”

The man simply nod his head as he stood up, his nicely ironed uniform slightly now wrinkles from hours of sitting. “Thank you Ms. Ardor.” He spoke as he stuck out his hand, reaching out Stephanie grasped his own hand, a little more tightly than needed as they shook for a few seconds.

“Have a good day.” She said as she showed him the way out.

“You as well.” Walking out of the office he rubbed his hand after slipping his hat back on.

Stephanie shut the door closed as soon as he walked out, glaring at the ground and then at the window. The team had been so busy with missions from the Military that they had been out of the loop of what was going on for some time. But the death of Superman, Batman and now the arrest of Kurrent, was all too much to not know about.

Walking up to her WAL communicator she picked it up from her desk and flipped it on. “Attention all WAL members, this is Feral Nova, we have new orders. The entire team is to go immediately to Gotham City. We are to capture and return all escaped Arkham Asylum patients to the facility. Yes, this means, they must be returned alive.” She could feel her jaw already tense up. “I don’t want anyone to go off on their own, stay in groups and we’ll do this with ease.” She sat back down on her seat as she paused for a moment, flashes of Andy still running through her mind. “Also, keep an eye out for any Vertias members. Do not engage in them or follow them, instead report them to me or one of the other WAL captains. However, if for some reason they do attack you, then defend yourself and if needed, take them down but no lethal force.” She sighed as she flipped the com-link off.

The young fire goddess then turned to the window as she could see leaves fly pass in the wind. She smiled as she opened the window, feeling the cool breeze touch her face and closed her eyes. There was one other person she wanted to get to help them, even though she wasn’t on the team, she was a close ally and friend, this was none other than LillyaWildChild. It had been months since she had last seen her dear friend, but knew where ever the wind was, she was there with it. Pushing her head more out the window she parted her lips and moving them in sync, she began to whisper into the wind, calling for her and hoping her message of needing her help would reach her friend.

One day later…

Lady Nightmare reached for one of the many doors of her multimillion dollar home. Though the ninja had many habitats, this was one she had build over a many of years. Her palm turns the door knob reviling what the room poessed inside. The room was completely summered in darkness. The door closed behind her echoing the appropriate noise. She visited this room several times before; there was not any aspect of it that had once left her mind. She open her mouth to active the darken room. Computer On

Suddenly the room lit up. The room yawned as its lights touched the contents of the room. Directly to the right of her was the control center. Her feet began to motion right. When in front on the desired controls, Lady Nightmare ceased movement and directed her attention to the buttons in front of her. The controls reflected into her eyes as she gazed upon the controls. The word difficulty was caught by her sight. Her right hand flexed upward and met the space under it. Her finger circled clock wise until the space above the noticed word read 5. Difficulty is set to 5 the computer exclaimed. Her eyes shifted right to the word environment. Her finger touched the screen once more as she scrolled down to randomized. Environment randomized, scrambling options now. Environment chosen, The Amazon Jungle has been selected.Her eyes start to search for one more option. The word mission is reflected into her eyes. Her finger touched the screen for the last time. Several options flashed into her eyes until the words search & destroy appeared on to the screen. Search & destroy mission selected,creating virtual reality, please place virtual reality helmet on before proceeding in to the combat area.

Quickly she turns around to pick up the virtual reality helmet. Bending down her hands palm the helmet, with her helmet in her possession she proceed to go into the combat area. Lady Nightmare felt the virtual reality room was one of best investments she had ever made. This gave her a more extensive work out than any weight room could. Both her arms lifted the helmet and placed it on to her head. Virtual reality helmet engaged in progress

Suddenly the vibrancies of the Amazon jungle were bestowed upon her eyes. Beams of light shined through the

Egan was depressed, he dangled his feet into the swamp near the entrance of his hideout in the middle of the everglades, the cyborg sat deep in thought, his very station in life was at question. Many wished he would give up and go away, and for a second, just a nanosecond, the one man army considered it. The cyborg thought of his childhood in the Bronx, where he had to be strong, everywhere there was someone who wanted to see you fail, to catch you at your weakest, to rob you, to beat you, to prove that you are weaker then they are.
I am stronger
Egan thought of the pain that ruled his life, his soul, and grew angry. The one Man Army had only so much left in him and now he had to show he had more, not to Les Assassins Silencieux, but to himself as well. A six foot long alligator latched onto one of Egan's legs, and the cyborg moved his leg around violently playing with the large reptile with his limb like some would play with a dog using a rope. The machine played this game with the beast for several minutes until it lost interest let go and swam away.
I am stronger then it is

Silverland HQ

 Location: Egypt
Time: 11:00p.m
  
     Alone

     "Mama?!"  A little boy, not yet ten years of age, stands alone on an empty street.  Tears stream down his deeply tanned skin, as he is an Egyption, and he shivers, not from cold, but from fear.  He knows he shouldn't shout, because they might hear him, but he doesn't care.  He wants his mother.  At exactly 8:30, he and his older sister, Maria, were on their way home from the local poltry store.  His mother had asked that they buy a small chicken for his father's birthday, so that they might roast it as he liked best, but they never got home.  About five houses away from his own, the boy, Benjamin, stopped to stare down an alley.  Something, or someone was kneeling behind the large garbage dumpster, mumbling, then shouting something strange and foreign in language. 
     "Benjamin, come, Mama is waiting!"  His sister calls to him.  Impatient, she runs up to him and grabs his arm.  "Come! There is no time for dodling!" She tugs harder.
     "But...the man, Maria...he is staring at me."  Maria stops tugging.  The man is staring at him...at them.  His eyes blood shot, pupils constricted to the size of a pin,  and his clothes tattered like they had been run through a blender.  He pants and hacks constantly, drool dripping on the dusty ground beneath him. 
     "Benny....please....walk away."  His sister is shaking now, her eyes wide, quietly begging her brother to follow, out of the crazy man's penitrating gaze.  He breaks eye contact...and then it happens.  The wild man lunges for him, but his sister pushes him out of the way.  He expects her to simply be knocked over, then he would kick the bad man and run.   But in the split-second time window between her life and death, everything slows.  The man, in midair, grabbs his sister's lower jaw as it hangs open from surprise, and flips upside-down over her head.  He lands on his feet, and then, with a sharp yank, he pulls her over, but when she hits the ground, several feet away from him, he is still holding her jaw.  Benjamin screams.  Maria's face was a gorey mess, with tissue and muscle exposed, she hardly looked human.  When the jaw had snapped from the top joint, she'd lost consciousness. 
   Fearing for his life, and his mother's, Bejamin ran, as fast as he could to home.  He glances back; the man is gorging himself on Maria's flesh, tearing it as if it were bread.  He finds his front door and stumbles in.  "Mama! Papa!" He yells in desperation, even though he knows it is useless.  His father's lifeless and mutilated form is spread in several places across the kitchen and dinning room floors; his one severed hand still clutching a butcher knife. Bejamin was alone, and still is.
     A quick, jittery shadow flashes in the moonlight that bathes the small outpost town in an eerie glow.  Ben jumps back into an alley, awakened from the earlier day's nightmares.  He wants his mother.  He never found her in his house, so, she must be alive.  That's what he keeps telling himself, but what he doesn't realize is; there is no one else.  They're all gone.  Every one of them.  And the monsters...the ones that ate the townsfolk....they're called Empties, and they were vampires....
     
     Finding and Seaching

     It is nearly dawn; a pink haze begins to melt together with a light blue layer as the sky meets the horizon.  The colors fuse and mix like an abstract painting in the works.  Hopeful and bright.  Yeah...if only.  Sylver's thoughts couldn't be in a happier mood this morning.  To her, the sunrise was just another warning saying "Sylver, get your rear out there, people are dying on your watch!".  Or actually, they had died...but not on her watch.  Sylver cocked her head and surveyed the area around her.  Roof tops upon roof tops dotted the little village of Joon, like checkers on a checker board, almost every other one was the same color as two before, and so on and so on.  
     Sylver Tiana Cathal, vampire Elf of New York City, felt just about as emotional as a fruit fly.  Maybe a decade or more ago, this would have shocked her.  The whole grotesque-bloodbath of a small village in the middle of nowhere was getting somewhat old.  Cannibals were getting to be a hot topic these days, keeping Sylver more than busy.  Normally, she would have kept her boundaries within the U.S.A, but there was another reason for her being here.  A shadow shifted there, a trash can tipped over here; Sylver's highly advanced sences were on fire!  These things...these...Empties as they were called, were literally everywhere.  
     Before her flight here, Sylver had been talking with an old friend of hers at a reseach lab; one they'd made for the "freakish" kind of freaks.  Freak just isn't a good enough word anymore...now they gotta classify 'em.   Apparently, Empties were a form of vampire.  Almost, evolved, in a bad way.  Instead of more control, there was less; instead of just going for blood, they wanted meat too.  Their sanity was all but gone and communication was not possible for their simplized brains.  Like rabies gone super-soldier, this could spread by bite or cut, and as Sylver looked down at only the street before her, she assumed that alot of biting and slicing had been going on last night.  
     "Alright," Sylver muttered to herself, "time to stop gawking.  The unfortunate case of cannibal manslaughter has been completed and you have an appointment to catch."  Swiping her raven, shoulder-length hair out of her eyes, Sylver's pale hand rubbed the firm, cold handles of her sais as they dangled from their sheathes on her waist.  One of them was climbing the stairwell.  A small, clay-formed door abruptly jutted out of the flat roof that she was standing on.  Sylver waltzed over towards the entrance gracefully and without hurry.  She grew tired of these petty games between man and the insane, this never-ending battle.  It would go on forever, and even though she liked to think that her "kind" was of a more intelligent design...she forcefully disagreed.  They were monsters, these vampires of the night, terrorizing the late-night walkers and drunken fools who couldn't walk home because of their dumb stupor, so they would find help...of an underworldy kind.  The unlimited amount of new breeds that formed everyday multiplied the constant struggle to protect those that still remained "normal".  And the normal people...they were losing.  Sylver had realized this from the moment she had laid eyes on mankind, while still an Elf, a being of respect among these unseen worlds.  Now, fear was her greatest weapon...that, and her teeth.  
     F-whamm!  Sylver had raised her booted-foot high and slammed it into the door, knocking the fiesty, little meat-muncher to the bottom.  A cloud of dust flew back from the door-removal, and Sylver smoothly wipped it off of her black, corset jacket, and the tail that trailed to her boot heels.  The monster sprung at her from the bottom of the staircase, and flew upward at her in a slant.  Agily, she stepped sideways, grabbed the hair on the man's head, and tossed him as hard as she could down.  He smashed through the roof and landed in the garage.  She'd broken his neck.  Instantly, as if his death had empathicly spread, millions of raw, wails lifted into the now blood-red sky.  "Dang.." Sylver moaned.  She didn't have time for this.  Beneath her, Sylver could feel the thudding of endless feet, charging into the city, trying to find this living person who had killed their friend.  Sylver's pale-icy blue eyes narrowed.  Too bad she was dead. 
     "Duende," She called softly.  As she summoned the name of her staff, her chest glowed red as the rod emerged slowly and dropped into her hands.  It was long, about four and a half feet in length, blackish-silver in color with two half-moons enclosed around an emerald sphere at the end.  The Staff of Duende.  A weapon she had aquired from another vampire Elf....forcefully.  As a weapon of dark magic, it was capable of an almost innumerable amount of things, but it required the energy of her spirit to be powered.  Therefore, keeping her spells to a short range.  She levitated into the air, high enough to she the black masses swarming throughout the shadowy corners of the village.  Then she flew north, towards the town limits.  The hellish screams increased, hissing violently, sending shivers through Sylver's undead body.  Once she was far enough, Sylver stopped.  A cloud of dirt began to hover above the town as the hordes sweeped through it.  For a moment, Sylver felt a pang of sadness.  What was she doing here?  It was a question that tortured her troubled mind daily, reminding her that her place in the world had been taken from her the moment that that vampire in the alley way, so many years ago, had bitten her.  Then, she was a simple Elf, former soldier in an Elvin elite group, playing superhero with the Avengers and X-men.  Now, she was an undead figure, hunting the guilty, feeding on the blood of animals...and maybe, a murderous human or two.  Her smooth, ivory Elf skin had changed to a white sheen that shone like porcelin, and her eyes, many said, were like touching dry ice: cold enough to burn.  She was a killing machine, and even though she was trying to save the world, Sylver knew, one day, when they all were safe, there would always be one more monster left that would need killing: her. 
   "Kara, yortu ile onlarin ceset,"  The utterance of the spell broke through the amassing volumes of chaos, as a simple, constructed voice of power.  With her Staff outheld, Sylver watched it glow a redish color, sapping her energy, but turning it into something dangerous...deadly.  She grinned, her pearly-white fangs shining in the rising sun; this was her, in her truest form, releasing the power, anger, and beauty into an energy that amalgamed with magic.  The magic of a vampire Elf.  As she had commanded, the earth began to dip inward at the center of the village.  And then, as if giant hands were working the clay of the earth, the sides tumbled in and lowered into the ground.   The earth groaned and rocks spewed from the engulfing of the village. 
     Sylver smirked weakly.  Her Staff stopped glowing and a wave of fatigue hit her like a brick wall.  The moment of unstopable glory was over, now she needed to get to shelter.  Her brain sent out one message: Get to Wolf Pack.  And so she obeyed.  Arching her back and summersaulting in the air, Sylver changed direction and flew towards her destination.  The sun had already peeked up over the horizon boundary, its yellow-golden rays streaching out to grab the landscape of endless sand dunes.  Sylver's eyes were closing as sleep wanted its claim on her.  But not yet.  She needed to get to the Wolf Pack.  It was Wednesday, and on that previous Monday, Sylver had received the most charming news she'd heard in awhile. 
     They were planning to find Apocolypse's base.  She'd arrived one day, at the team's safe house in New York City, checking in to see what the day's activities were, only to find a letter, addressed to her from The Hunter.  He'd told her to meet him at the Egypt base with the rest of the team and receive new assignments as to the plan that lay ahead. The only problem was, she hadn't seen any of her team mates recently.  Cell phones had been either off or busy, and personal contact was near impossible to arrange.  The past few weeks had scattered them across the globe, and now they needed to regroup, and fast....the world literally depended on it. 
     Sylver growled lowly, as sand sprayed her face.  She had been flying too low.  Rising her altitude, Sylver dived towards the earth and back up again, anything to keep her awake.  Sylver, Sylver, Sylver...what did you get yourself into?  She questioned doubtfully.  Sylver had been with the Wolf Pack for quite some time, and she'd never felt so close to people during her "vampire" years.  But that still didn't stop her from feeling different.  Sylver found herself feeling distant, unrelated, as of lately.  Her feeding habits seemed to be growing stronger and happening more frequently.  It scared her.  Right when she though she had control, she was losing it again.  She thought of the Empties and wondered how they had fallen so far.  Were they like her at some point in time? Would she be like them soon? Would she someday thirst for the blood of those closest to her?  That was her greatest fear, one that had kept her at humanity's bay for most of her lifetime. Sharp, quick signals tipped off her brain that she was near the place.  Her darkened day dreams would have to wait.
     Slowing down, Sylver awkwardly landed on her feet in the hot sandy ground.  Just a few feet ahead, a metal post, not three feet high, stuck out of the desert floor.  She walked up to it, and gripped it with her right hand, just as the letter had instructed.  Sylver felt the heat of the scanner trace her finger prints and hand form, its tingling sensation touch every nerve.  Then, it disappeared beneath the sand and almost instantly, was replaced with a thick, elevator shaped box, completely covered in steel.  Sylver scratched her head thoughtfully.  Whatever happened to the old fashioned doors?  She could still remember when those were the style.  Now it was boxes appearing out of a sand dune.  Stepping inside, the doors closed and the steel hold disappeared once more.  The blackness that surrounded her lit up with florescants in the floor and ceiling.  The doors opened and Sylver stepped out.  Her eyebrows raised slightly as she glanced around the Egypt headcourters for the Wolf Pack.  Impressive...very impressive...I--I--  Sylver's knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor onto her forearms.  Her head was pounding like someone was continually touching her temples with dephibulator paddles.  She hissed silently.  Sylver needed to find a way to use the Staff...without the side effects.  But you know what could happen if you try that...you'll fail! Like you always do...and become a true walking-dead!  Sylver slammed her fist against the hard floor.  That voice...it haunted her, ever since she had had doubts about her life as a vampire, about what she would do with it.  But it was almost always right...like right now.  If she were to go over the edge with something like dark magic, it could kill her, and heaven knows what bad things come out of dark spells killing an undead vampire.  
     Sylver's black hair sifted between a muddy brown color and a dark blue for the next few minutes.  Her ability to change her features could come in handy, except for when she was losing her mind.  It finally settled on a blue-ish black as Sylver rose to her knees.  Her eyes were still adjusting from her faintness; who was staring at her?  She could see people...but not faces.  Maybe...if I just...rest...  And Sylver let herself be taken by the darkness, which would bring her back her strength.  She drifted to better times and places...but the one truth to her dreams stood out against the horrors or delights: they were just dreams, and she would soon wake up to her cruel reality.  She was a vampire.  The Wolf Pack needed her.  And Apocalypse was bringing doomsday upon them all.  Literally. Crap....

Two Days Ago: NATO HQ Brussels, Belgium. 

Egan was disorientated, and paced through the desert with no direction in mind at all, his sonic shriek had done something unexpected, the pain that inspired it had led to a memory blackout. Egan had no clue who or what he was as he began to work his way forward through the unforgiving desert. Egan not only was unaware of who he was, but what he was as he marched forward. His scream of pain apprently triggered a mental block, all negative thoughts had been violently repressed within his psyche. The machine glanced around to try to make sense of his wasteland surroundings, but understood nothing. Not who he was, where he was, or what he was doing there. A rage began to come over him, one that the machine calmed with surprising ease.
"Why am I filled with rage"
The machine asked aloud to no one but himself as he made his way forward. The sun beat down with ferocity and the machine grew hotter to the touch, a tumbleweed brushed across his leg and burst into flames. Egan made his way to a cactus and snapped it in half, pouring the liquid from within down his throat, but no thirst was sated, for there was no throat to refresh, Egan knew not what he was, but now knew what he was not, Human. Egan glanced down at his feet they were covered in mud and vegetation, odd given his surroundings, he wiped the muck from his feet and was horrified to see a reflective surface giving way to a skull like face looking back at him from the reflective surface. Egan recoiled at the sight and wanted to throw up, but even though every fiber of his being wanted to gag he could not, it was at this point Egan remembered one crucial fact about himself, he was more machine then man now.
Egan became dizzy as he spun in a circle, cursing the world for being a monster he had no rememberance of becoming, The machine froze in it's tracks, just as a emperor scorpion stepped onto his feet, Egan instinctively tried to kick it off and the arachnid stung, or at least it would have had the Killing Machine had flesh to sting. "What am I?" Egan thought, in a major daze looking to the horizon where he detected a structure in the distance. Perhaps, the cyborgs inner monologue became verbal "Perhaps I will find an answer there." The machine zoomed in on the Great Pyramid, and the one man army began his march towards the spire in the horizon.

Alone. White walls, organized equipment all over the room, clean floors, and brand new sheets. His eyes opened. Where am I? What happened? His mind slowly revealed the details of his last encounter. I...remember a Vice Bomb. Oh, and Esmeralda and I going to stop the Bloodpool gang. But it appears as though we were unsuccessful. It occurred to him. Esmeralda! Where is she! She has to be alive! Cly extended his mind, as he scanned for her unique brain signature. Nothing, she was not within range, if she was alive. He pulled out the needles that stuck into him, and took off all the sensor pads. As luck would have it, the nurse walked in.

She said, "Now what do you think you are doing Cly? You are in no condition to go out there and fight. Your blood still has ten percent poison content in it, which I may remind you, is strong enough to take out dozens of grown me." Cly glared up at her. "I'm going. Oh, and I may not be done completely growing yet, I'm only eighteen." Cly rolled out of bed, and stood up on the floor. Immediately, he felt the poison in his veins pump through his heart, and brain. He shook them off, as he walked toward the nurse. "Esmeralda, my dragon, is she alive?" The nurse looked at Cly, with a little bit of fear, for she knew he was a force to be reckoned with. She replied softly, "Get back in your bed, so you can recover, then I will tell you." Cly took one large stride toward her, and gripped her tight around the collar. He yelled, "I SAID, HOW IS ESMERALDA!!!" The nurse began to cough, and Cly let her down. She shook in fear, and replied, "Sh...sh...she...is alright. Your...efforts...were...successful." Cly smiled. He noticed that she had carried a newspaper, and on the front in big letters read, We Got Him! The Man Behind It All, Kurrent! Cly's eyes widened. Kurrent, I'll get you out of there. Cly turned, picked up his clothes, and said, "You may want to turn your head for a second." He slipped on his clothes in about one second, then sheathed Valor. He smiled, "If you don't mind, I'll be on my way." Cly walked over to the window, and was just about to jump out when his WAL communicator went off.

“Attention all WAL members, this is Feral Nova, we have new orders. The entire team is to go immediately to Gotham City. We are to capture and return all escaped Arkham Asylum patients to the facility. Yes, this means, they must be returned alive. I don’t want anyone to go off on their own, stay in groups and we’ll do this with ease.”

Cly stood there, and hit a button. "This is Cly. I'll meet up with anyone game enough at the Wayne building in one hour. Over and out." He turned to the window. "Hasta la vista!" Cly hurled himself out the open window. He fell, hurtling toward the ground, with no attempt to stop himself. People stopped and stared. Just as he was about to make contact, he was snatched out of the air, by a blur. People could not tell what it was, for it was Esmeralda, as she flew just below supersonic, at 750 miles per hour. Caught you. Cly smiled. I knew you would, now to the Wayne building, let's go! Esmeralda flew high up in the air, clear out of the buildings area, and went into supersonic, in excess speed of the mach 1 (769.5 mph). Cly briefed her on the intel. Sounds fun! Except no snacks for me. Cly laughed. We will eat later.

The roar of the heavily modified 350 engine echoed through the tail pipes like a growling tiger. Rumbling as he passed by cars throughout the freeway. His shield strapped in on the passenger side as he drove on, the sleek black classic Trans Am sticking out from the modern world. The most notable thing was the ice blue dragon painted on the hood where a blazing yellow phoenix should of been. What was stranger than that even was that Andy was not even touching the steering wheel as it weaved through traffic. He was already wearing his customized visor and using the state of the art technology inside of it to pout through the ICE archives. He was digging through all known data bases to find what information he could on this Sector 13. Hours passed as he poured through the data bases, finding what bits and pieces he could but no proof that might lead him to the truth.

Then breaking him from his thoughts was a metallic voice, void of any emotion. "Mr Summers sir, we are approaching your set destination. I have scanned the immediate areas for any forms of life and have found none. The structure seems to be completely leveled, I do not know what you hope to find here" The low throttling of the engine grew louder as he came to a halt, it idling for just a second with one last thunderous roar before the ignition shut off. "That's the thing Icebird, my back is up against the wall and I have run out of options. They always say if you do not know where to go, start from the beginning again. Keep your systems running, I don't want any surprises to pop up while I search the ruins". Stepping out of the car Andy reached in and strapped his shield across his back, starting his long walk over the broken ground, keeping radio contact with IceBird Andy continued to speak his mind aloud. "Man the bombs Midnightist dropped on this place really did a number. I hope that I can find something at least".

Tapping onto his visor Andy switched between visions, first switching into microscopic to scan every inch he could and then into x-ray to peer through things that he could not see or move. Going on and moving what fallen derby of the ruined building parts he could. Trying to reach the lower levels where some sort of structure might of survived. A few more hours had passed and he was still digging away, finally reaching the lower levels where he found part of it in tact. Searching through the collapsed building he looked for what would of been the control room, or some place that might of held data and discs. Anything that might give him some type of information. "Jack pot! I found a computer still one piece Icebird, ...well kind of. The monitor is shot but the tower seems to be in one piece. I'm going to splice it into my visor and see if we can not download some of this information. Patch me through to ICE headquarters and send this feed to Nighthunter, Paragon, and Capness. Have all three of them start running through these files immedietly, looking for any video footage or evidence that might clear Veritas of the crimes. Have them get back to me the moment they find out anything that might help clear their names". Hacking into the hard drive using his visor was no easy task, but by using it he was able to send the information directly to ICE in hopes of finding an answer.

That was when the memories started to flood back into his mind again. His eyes shot wide open as he realized this was not the first time he had heard the name Sector 13. For some reason his mind had blocked it all out before, but now that he was back in the midst of this building he was washing back over him like a bad dream. He saw the images of the Doctors experimenting on him, the whispers of Sector 13 and some test serum. How the subjects were reacting violantly to the formula and going insane. Of them sticking him with a needle and hooking him up to all sorts of machines. For months he was trapped there, almost brain washed into thinking he belonged. It was this facility, this organization that had crafted him into the perfect soldier. Giving him the shield and training to use it. How could he not remember, his mind blanked out again, fast forwarding to a day when a band of Outlawz broke into the facility and stole certain encrypted information. In the process breaking Andy out along with a few other prisoners. It was then that Andy was set free and started a life on the road, his only words "I remember..."

Andy could now remember the second time he was captured by this Sector 13. How they had sent a group of Sentinels to track him down and bring him back. The had called him Mutant 395, a serial code no doubt of the catalouged experiments they had. It was then that he was taken prisoner once more and tested on. The Scientests and Doctors trying to figure out how his body had adapted to the Serum and not be driven mad. They needed answers and were going to take them, Andy would of most likely died in their quest for knowledge had Gloom, Jinx, and Hawk not come for him that night. Destroying the damn and all the things beneath it. It was now that Andy wanted answers more than ever. He wanted whoever was behind this organization. Someone was going to pay for all the lives they ruined...

Then IceBird broke Andy from his thoughts once more. "Sir, I have a lifeform approaching this way through the air at incredible speeds. I am picking up high power readings with the ability to create constructs. How do you wish for me to proceed?" Gatheing up his belongings Andy started to make his way back up and out of the facility. "Stand down Icebird and remain in car form. Let us see who this person is and what they want. If trouble should start then you know what to do. I don't have to time to waste on a meaningless figth. We have heroes to save and clear." His shield still strapped across his back Andy now stood outside of the broken and shattered building awaiting this visator. The American colors displayed proudly across his uniform as he stood there vigilant, everlasting and unwavering. His visor switching to telescopic vision so that he could catch sight of his approaching visator well before he ever got withing striking range. Andy wanted to see who exactly it was that was headed his way at such a hasty pace. Peircing through the clouds Andy finally caught site of the person, a young hero of Veritas. "Alpha Guard. Hmm, this should prove interesting. Stand by IceBird, let's see how this plays out".

Somewhere in America:

Present times: Dakota

                                                                              {Rapid fire}

Cssssshhh! The sound of Kado's fist smashing against the jaw of the NASA scientist. "Tell me what I want to know! Now!" "I can't they'd kill you." "That sound a lot better then what I got planned for you!" In utter, Ruin rose his large hand palm opened, and back slapped the scientist so hard that his head had been rip from his body, and smashed into a row of crates echoing throughout the former NASA headquarters. He figured this would be the perfect place to interrogate them, to get his answers. As the crates tumble, a small sheet of paper slid onto the floor right below his feet. He lifted it to his face and read “Sector 13” The rest of the paper was much too worn out to read, but it looked more as if they destroyed the other information purposely. He grabbed the decapitated scientist by the foot, and dragged him back into the room with the others he had kidnapped. “Next!” He said as he hurled the body into the room, hearing the sound of puke splattering against the silver plated floor. Nearly wrapping is entire hand around the NASA faculty member, he shove him at the chair. The man was thrown to the ground, along with the chair.

He stood up straightening the chair and sitting down. The berserk Titan kicked him the file. The man leaned over and glanced at the file before dropping and grabbing his head in awe, as if he got a sudden headache at the sight of it. “What is it?” “You don’t want to know!” Kado marched towards the man, trembling the room with his every step, and grabbed him by his neck lifting him to his own height.  The man stuttered in attempt to speak “Oo….k”, but Kado had cut off his air circulation. He dropped the man back into the chair, as he inhaled as much air as possible. “We sent you on the that mission to Ex-Vertex purposely. Why else do you think when you go there, there was no life form found? Then the spaceship’s power generator cut off? It was all us. We did it. With a little something called manual overload. The government didn’t want you sabotaging their mission. That’s right, they had us tapped, they knew we were working with you from the start. Some time ago a creature embarked, upon our streets. Something more dangerous than you. We couldn’t let you be present for such a catastrophic event. If you had been, you would have killed the wrong people. So you see, there’s something still on this very planet lurking through the nights. Something known as Doomsday.” Then it all hit him. The new paper articles, they had always hid the bloody facts in the very back. Usually the place Midnight Viper’s obtained their midnight missions. There was one article that even together, the Viper’s could not solve. Now he knew why. How dangerous could this creature, Kado had voyaged across space, triumphing over planets.

That goes to show, whatever this thing is it’ll take some collaboration to take it out. Kado proceeded to the exit, which led to the streets. He didn’t stop for any door, he just continued to march his mass of a body straight through the four feet of metallic wall, once again dragging the silver vibranium spiked ball. He continued to the white house, with no traffic at all form his earlier actions. As he even came within fifty feet of the white house, special agents already approached him. Who unlike the others, weren’t surprised by his size. “Sir leave this area immediately. Unless you are able to provide us with correct identification” Six more agents, backed him up positioning on their knees with not machine guns or shotguns but missile launchers. He did as he was told, and bagged away. Listening to their jaws drop as they witnessed his weapon. He grabbed the telecommunicator from his waist, while squeezing the button and bringing it to his lips. “Titan to base.”   “TX here, what’s your request sir.” He knew that Ruin or MOF had not returned to the base, because the usually would have picked up. “Bring in the saints.” About thirty minutes alter, the sound of a helicopters blades slicing through the air, was heard. Raged barbarians jumped from the plane was axes in hand, as the men fired. Kado stood in the shadow of the forest trees, watching as the barbarians ravaged the agents. One was quick enough to shoot off a missile and it was coming towards the giant. With deadly precision and correct timing he slapped it with an open palm changing its direction. Instead it was headed to the white house memorial. That would hopefully be enough, for one of these men who know of sector thirteen to show and analyze what’s going on.

 The Titan was feeling a telepathic link into his mind. It must have been Ruin, he was trying to locate him. He couldn’t, return the link, because whatever vehicle he possessed was moving too god damn fast. It was none other then Ruin favorite automobile, Aston Martin. He needed to reach him, even if he had to leave this area. He just had to be back in time for the investigator’s to show up. If he could cause so much as to make them believe that this Doomsday guy was back, they would definitely fall into the trap. Now he was stomping his way, through Washington D.C. on Ruin’s track. He stood in the middle of a street crossway. Cars were stampeding towards him, and they were coming fast, he did a sequence of martial artist maneuvers in middle of the street, almost as if he was training in an artificial dojo. He thrust his hand to the east, creating a force field, then to the west, then to the south. Leaving only he north free of incoming traffic. Well there was no traffic there was one incoming car, and in it was Ruin Cross. Kado had to return to the crime scene, so in the force field he had written a message to Ruin. “There’s some mighty strange sh*t happening. I’m off to Whitehouse, I think I may find my lead there. I need you to find MOF, and the two of you to investigate Kurrent’s crisis. Ill be fine don’t worry.” Then nearly embedded into the force field was his fist print. And Kado had already returned to the high forest that stood before the white house, waiting for his next victim.

Egypt

In the center of New Oa, locked away in a cell made for him by him Leonidas Drake the last Lantern lies there meditating. He found it was the only way to keep his emotions under control and he made the Guardians that he had enlisted to swear an oath that they would kill him if he tried to escape unwillingly. The last time he had seen his home was a few weeks ago when he went and assisted the dwellers of sector 2814 in holding off Apocalypse. Now it seems that something else brewing and his assistance will be needed again. Now he waits for the Guardians to give him the order and he will comply.

-This cannot wait any longer my fellow Guardians it has been written in the book of OA - Guardian 3
-The translation could have been perceived differently. - Guardian 2
-No, he has shown the 8 emotions since he received his ring they all burn deep within him in some form, Courage, Love, Fear, Compassion, Rage, Greed, Hope and Death are all traits that The Renegade Lantern has portrayed - Guardian 3
-So what will be done, will we let him go to the Enlightened planet of Earth and distribute the light of each emotion - Guardian 1
- It is written we must comply - Guardian 3
- We must do what is best for the Universe, by sending the Renegade Lantern to sector 2814 the Light War would become inevitable  - Guardian 2
- Do you challenge the Prophecy, the Book of Oa - Guardian 3
- (sneering) I would never, but we must weigh out all options, the book clearly says The Enlightened planet will host a war of Light but.... - Guardian 2
- It also states The Chosen One would be one that has all light burning within him, he would be the start and end of the War - Guardian 3
- Can we not rewrite the book, we are the Guardians - Guardian 2
- The Book writes its self and until the Light War happens we will have no more revelations, the people of 2814 are strong they will find a way to minimize casualties. It is a small price to pay for preserving the fabric of the universe - Guardian 1
 
After a few minutes Renegade Lantern was released and briefed on what he was supposed to do and he complied. He was ordered to not return to Oa until he had distributed all of the rings to accepting bearers. Nothing else as said to him, he knew nothing of the upcoming war only that his mission was to find ring bearers. He questioned his instability before he left but and the Guardians response to him was simply that it will make him able to choose the bearers justly.

Earth sector 2814

Over the Atlantic Ocean hovered Renegade Lantern and began to think about his mission at hand. He was to hand out rings from each emotion being that he was the only surviving Lantern. The process would be long for him so he had to make sure that he had adequate accommodations and was around someone that had enough power to take him out if he went on a rage like the last time. After some guidance from the Guardians he knew who that man was and had to head to Washington DC to find him but first  he knew that only one man could wield a certain ring. He stuck out his right hand and held it in a fist. A green light surrounded for a second but then it changed....When he opened his fist a ring was in his palm a BLUE ring. It suddenly began to hover and Leonidas spoke "Ring find the bearer I have chosen" the headed towards DC to meet with none other then The Hottness

Blue Power Ring - If the bearer accepted that was the final command the RL could give that ring. It traveled at top speed through the Earth leaving a blue glow behind it. Finally the ring hovered when it found its potential wielder. It began to lower slowly until it was right in front of its target and said....

Andy Summers of Sector 2814, you have the power to instill great HOPE you have been chosen to be the only Blue Lantern

The liquid in the tank was finally dropping in temperature. The light tan on Kurrent's skin had turned bright red and his body felt like it was stinging from the constant change in temperature. The guard seemed to be pros at how they were torturing him. They would raise the temperature hot enough to where his the pain completely made him lose his bearing then at the point to where he could take it anymore they would lower the temperature slowly. They didn't want him to go into shock or anything but it seemed that they enjoyed hearing him scream. This added to his already built up rage. Their was no doubt in his mind that he would kill these men if he was released. The thought of it brought him peace while he was being tortured but the same thought scared him like he has never been scared before.

It went on for hours, they werent even asking him any questions they were just messing with him.  They had given him a short break, enough time for his skin color to return to normal and the pain to subdue a little before starting again but something was different this time. The Guards suddenly became alert and almost frigthened from what it looked like. One of them began to walk towards the door and when he opened it smoke from the hallway began to seep in. Soon the guard began to fall to a symphany of gun fire. A large amount of blood from the recently deceased guards splashed against the clear tank blocking The Hero's visibility. He could not see anything w but before he knew it he would be freed.

The glass infront of him broke apart and the liquid from the tank rapidly drained out over the guards that had been laid to rest by Kurrent's savior who reviled himself to be G'Bandit. “You own your life to the secretary of NATO he want to give you a chance and he sent me personally to bust you out.” said the Merc as Kurrent began to stand. Somehow GB must have hit the computer that had controlled the lock because Kurrent hands were now free. He began to take his the helmet off and the Merc asked “You, Ok?” before throwing Kurrent's watch at him. Kurrent looked at the watch and began to wonder why is this guy here, where the Hell is my team. then put it on making sure to turn on the GPS locater in it.

“There is a helicopter waiting for you a mile away from here.. IF you can make it out of this place.. My job is done.. I’ll clear the area for you but I can’t promise I’ll get all the guards off you, I’m sure a guy like you can get himself out of here.” says G'bandit again interrupting Kurrents thought process. Quickly the Electric Ace stood up and began to put on his costume, his boots and belt that housed his weapon that were on the table. The bandit began to walk away wielding a machine gun and Kurrent followed drawing one of his laser guns. He was still wet so an attack with his electrical ability could not be accurate at this point but he could produce the adequate charge to power his gun.

Like a mad man G'bandit began to spray down the oncoming guards until their was only a few left in the way of the exit. G'Bandit had served his purpose and it wasn't that Kurrent wasn't grateful that he had been freed but he could not trust him. For all he knew NATO set him up and now they send a Merc to get him instead of his team. It was a chance that he could not take. As the last guards fell Kurrent had raised his gun to G'Bandits back he made sure to do so while he was occupied shooting so that he could not hear it coming. As soon as the last guard fell Kurrent opened fire towards the back of G'Bandit.

(zing zing zing zing zing)

It was time to separate the weak from the obsolete, Five laser blasts came from Kurrents gun and quickly he took to the hallway leaving the room. He aimed for the spine which meant that with each laser that hit G'Bandit would be cursed with 10 seconds of paralysis. It didn't buy Kurrent that much time but it was all he could spare to do to ensure that he would lose The Merc . While in the building Kurrent began to speak into his watch in an open channel to all of Veritas....

"This is Kurrent find my signal and why the hell did none of you come get me sooner" 

Thedric walked nonchalantly throughout the hallways of the North Dakota Maximum Security Prison. The layout of the whole prison was easy enough to get
used to, especially with the recently acquired thoughts and DNA of one of the wardens, who was conveniently sedated and locked in his closet. Thedric
had taken off from Veritas Inc as soon as he had heard of Kurrent being taken into custody. He quickly left any gear, or traces of his Veritas
affiliation. He needed complete secrecy. And to break Kurrent out, he needed to be inside with him.

As Thedric continued down the hall he could feel as guards were being killed left and right. Though he couldn't read the mind of the killer, he could
feel that he was not normal. He almost instantly began to feel the enhanced abilities of this person flowing through him. He slowed his ascent until he
was just around the corner from Kurrent's current position. He paused to listen as soon as he heard the voice of the one's mind he could not read.

“There is a helicopter waiting for you a mile away from here.. IF you can make it out of this place.. My job is done.. I’ll clear the area for you but I
can’t promise I’ll get all the guards off you, I’m sure a guy like you can get himself out of here.” He heard the unknown one say. Thedric stayed as many
of the guards from the surrounding area started to rush in. These men were mowed down like grass in a field before the oncoming spray of a machine gun.
The next sound he heard were shots he could easily identify as Kurrent's gun, and a quick telepathic search told him that Kurrent was the one who fired
them... at the one who freed him.

"This is Kurrent find my signal and why the hell did none of you come get me sooner"  

"I came Kurrent" Thedric said poking his head around the corner with his normal face on. "Though it looks like someone else got here first."

Sitting on Ayers Rock, the Man of Forever watches the sun rise. The burning ball warms his blue skin as the light reflects off his armor. As day creeps over the horizon his role as Midnight Viper disappears and he reverts back to Balance Keeper. MOF can feel it. He always can. The balance has finally swayed too far to one side. Evil has spread across the world like a wild fire, but the has been hit the hardest. So to fix what he has let get too far out of hand, Jaman will meet with his team in the states.

Standing up MOF walks over to his enchanted motorcycle. Throwing on foot over, he revs the engine and takes off. The wheels drive down the side of the flat mountain and cuts across the dry ocean of . Soon he is on the shores and driving on the waves of the Pacific. Speeding up he can tell that most of the country is in the dead of night. “Does the Night fallow the Midnight Vipers or do the Midnight Vipers chase the Night?” the Alien wonders.

Coming on dry land the Blue Giant passes up buildings, fields and small neighborhoods to get to his comrades. Flicking on his MV locator, he sees that they where together in . Increasing his speed even more he’s been broke the sound barrier and is getting very close to the speed of light. Realizing he was a few miles away he slows down tremendously to 90mph. Closing in on his teammates he sees the pile up and knows he’s found them. MOF slams on the brakes creating an agonizing screech.

After the smoke clears the Glowing Man steps off his bike. “There’s some mighty strange sh*t happening. I’m off to Whitehouse, I think I may find my lead there. I need you to find MOF, and the two of you to investigate Kurrent’s crisis. be fine don’t worry.” Kado said. “No reason to search. I am here. The “Strange Sh*t” happening is a shift in the equilibrium. I’ve been ignoring it far too long. On my way here I saw a multitude of pathological criminals escaping there prison. Also I can sense other evil brewing in other parts of the world. I doubt the hero, Kurrent is a pressing issue…”

Egypt... still.

As she watched William and Thomas race through the desert she smiled thinking to herself "Well that was a successful trip." a black portal opening beside her. As she entered it she thought to herself smugly "And with by doing this I should arrive get there at least ten minutes before those two." her body entering the portal as the portal disappeared. Then seconds later another black portal opened inside the safe-house outside Cairo. With a quick bound Damnation stepped out smiling as she walked to her room and changed clothes.

After about a minute she walked back out her clothing completely changed. Instead of her black robe and cape she now wore a white flannel nightgown with two holes in the back for her black and white angel wings. The gold circlet that held her hair was now gone as well allowing it to lay straight down her back. Heading to the safe-house's kitchen she grabbed a glass of water before taking a seat in front of the fireplace that was conveniently in the safe-house. Shivering a little bit she said "Man I hate the desert. Both extremes in the same area. How does anything survive out here?" sipping her water as she warmed herself. Suddenly she heard a noise coming from the elevator. She already knew who it was but still it would be better to act surprised when they came in so that she wouldn't give away her facade. As they entered the room Damnation smiled saying "Welcome back guys! Where you been?" pretending to sound tired.

William didn't seem amused as he said "What were you doing out?" in an aggravated tone. Noticing that she had been found out she said "I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk." yawning. William gave her a stern look before he said in a gentler tone "Try not to let it happen again." Damnation scoffed as William tried to play a fatherly role saying "Gosh you sound like my father before he died. You know I had a bad tendency to disobey him." her wings wrapping around her as she continued "These are signs of that." resting her head on her knees. Finally William said "Try to get some sleep." as Damnation stretched herself out in front of the fire place saying "Alright, alright." laying her head on one of her arms.

The next morning she accidentally slept in while everyone else went to a meeting that explained the strategy. When Damnation finally got up she found the safe-house empty, everyone out gathering supplies or intelligence. So instead of doing nothing and waiting for the others to return she got dressed and went out into Cairo for a little while picking through the various street shops looking for something that would allow her to do a mind crush (Yugioh reference again). After awhile of finding nothing she got bored and decided to head back to the safe-house. Upon returning she found Ferro and Lady Nightmare waiting for her so they could explain the strategy for the mission. Damnation's jaw suddenly dropped as they told her that the mission was solely an information gathering mission and no combat was allowed. Damnation sighed as she said "Ah man... and I was hoping for some action too..." thinking for a second she suddenly smiled saying "Well I guess information gathering is an important part of strategy so I'll go with it this time. Besides I can have my fun later." sitting down and waiting for William to give the signal to go.

Vesigrae was the first and only member of Truth Incorporated to heed Kalib’s call. After hearing what the Un-American Hero had to say, the genius sped away. “I could do that too…” the Anti-Hero mumbled to himself. Walking down the hall he shakes his head. “Am I the only one who has common sense around here? How we gonna pick someone up without a ride?” Opening the door to the garage Kalib smiles as he sees a beautiful piece of technology, the . “Hehehe. This is gonna be fun.”

Punching in the code the large door opens. Walking straight to the cockpit, The Rebel With a Cause says, “Where’s the ignition on this thing?” in frustration he covers his face with one hand and places his other palm on what looks like the jet’s dashboard. The area around his hand lights up as the planes scans the man’s palm. “Identity verified. Kalib Thompson. Veritas inc. Operative.” A women’s voice says. “Oh Hell Yeah! Let’s get this show started right!” The man shouts excitedly.

The roof opens up and the boosters lift the machine into the air. Fixing the GPS for the Maximum Security Prison the plane turns in that direction. “WWWEEEEEEHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!” Kalib yells over the engines. Flying halfway across the country in a matter of minutes he closes in on the prison.

“A NATO helicopter is in the vicinity.” The computer warns the pilot.

“F*ck the police!” Kalib says as he hits the fire button.

 A rocket is launched from the jet and collides with the other flying machine. The explosion was loud and bright but dies down in seconds.

“K-Dog, yo ride is here.” UAH said into the communicator. “Veritas… We out!”

As the guardscontinued their pursuit of Wildstar, he kept his eyes trained on the guard towers. There was no activity, but something seemed off. Jumping up on to one of the thick branches of an oak tree, Wildstar watched as the prison itself began to take fire. As the guards began to drop like flies, he focused on absorbing enough energy to get himself back in the game. Whoever was attacking the jail wasn't 502 Kid, but if they made his job easier, who was he to complain.

Pulling one of his explosive darts from his belt, Wildstar flipped down from the branch and s[inning off his left foot as he landed, tossed it toward the sound of the approaching guards. This was more trouble than the pesky hero was worth, but if worse came to worse, he would terminate him if need be. Turning back toward the prison, Wildstar could make out the form of a man gunning down everyone who crossed his path. He had the reckless abandon of someone who was mentally unstable, but the skill of a highly trained mercenary. Crouching down to get a pair of explosive spikes from his belt, Wildstar began to sprint back towards the prison. He was going to have to complete the mission on his own, and 502 was never going to hear the end of it.

As the woods began to come alive with gunfire, Wildstar shut it all out and kept running. Once he got far enough to be sure he wouldn't get caught up in the blast, he sent one of his hot knives in the direction of the dart causing it to explode in a loud bang and trees to fall in it's wake. It didn't matter if the guards were dead. It would take them all day to get from under the trees. Entering the front of the prison, Wildstar picked up one of the M-4 assault rifles laying next to the pile of fallen guardsmen at the front gate. Checking the clip and finding it to still have it's full fourty two rounds, The Fallen Star wondered what kind of man was fast enough to kill a man with an M-4 before he could manage to get one shot off. Placing the clip back in the rifle, Wildstar made his way to the building with little to no resistance. For such a reckless person, the lone gunner sure knew how to get the job done. 

Hearing the sound of heavy gunfire as soon as he entered the prison, Wildstar made sure that he didn't meet the same resistance as the other man here. As he crept through the ground floor looking for the control room, Wildstar had a moment of clearity. He was there to release one man, but if he released everyone there would be at least one person to want to attack Kurrent. Lets face it, if you're in prison and don't take a shot at the only incarcerated hero there, you were more than likely in protective custody. Locating the electronic door system, The Fallen Star began to shot off round after round until it was just a mound of burning metal and exposed burnt wires. Heading up the stairs to the fifth floor, Wildstar could hear as the immates began to rush from their cells andbrawl with each other and the remaining guards scattered throughout the building. Dropping the M-4, Wildstar unsheathed his sword and held it out in front of him in the case that he ran into trouble. The greenish glow of the blade made all those rushing past him break away from his path upon sight. floor after floor, was the same until he reached the fifth. It looked like a war zone. Bullet ridden bodies covered the floor, and blood covered the walls. it liked like someone was having some fun with the guards expense.

Steping over the bodies, a trio of immates began to follow behind him. They had to believe he was there to kill Kurrent, Wildstar thought as he smiled. He could use this to his advantage. After all Kurrent had been through, he would be relieved to have at least one person to count on. Waving for the trio to arm themselves, the sensors in Wildstar's helmet began to come alive. Pressing the button on the side of his helmet as the three men armed themselves and began to scout ahead, Wildstar saw that someone was trying to send out a message over a triple encoded frequency. It was Kurrent no doubt. If he get that message out, the mission was officially a wash. Clicking the button on the helmet again, Wildstar's helmet began to emit a low level frequency jammer. The signal was strong enough to jam any frequency in a two hundred yard radius. He just hoped that noone heard the beginning of it.

Waving the three armed immates on, Wildstar remained around the corner as the trio set their sights on the weakened Kurrent. He was walking in the opposite direction with his handguns drawn. The dumbies didn't even destroy his guns. I guess good help really is hard to find,  thought Wildstar as he motioned for the three men to open fire on Kurrent. As the men raised their weapons to fire on Kurrent, Wildstar called out to him.

"Kurrent, behind you!!!"

Turning toward Wildstar as if he had lost his mind, The trio were like sitting ducks as Wildstar slices through the man's chest closest to him like he was little more than two ply. As the man blood began to well up around their feet, the other two men began to turn to point their weapons at Wildstar, who duck under them as they began to fire and sliced through both of their midsections. As the men lost grip of their weapons, they reached at Wildstar as if to ask why and died. Racing away from the dead trio, Wildstar began to walk toward Kurrent, but stopped as he realized that a man holding a bloody sword wouldn't win him over. Looking at Kurrent, The Fallen Star began to speak.

"My name is Splicer. I've been sent by the government to protect you as you're transported to D.C."                    

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