Abrahms

"Hmmm, well can they tell where he went? I can shut him up fast enough I think." He walked to the building edge and looked over again. "Any idea why two groups would be digging to that shop. Or is it coincidence that those two would be digging in that general area, Elisa could you just scope the area, see if there are any other observers.” Abrahms walks over, and drops to one knee beside Newton. “Can you port us into that basement with out anyone knowing? I’d like to know what they are after.”

"Great, any idea of numbers? Can you tell if the humans are with the Clocks? and can you grab one of those said humans to question?" The last was said with a, not so nice smile. Followed by the loud crack of fist hitting palm.

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“Hmmm, whitewalls were on sale.” Sting said to no one in particular.

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"Good i could use a set" RJ was standing as back up for Poison Sting. Always follow the senior till you can take him out and replace him. He shakes his head trying to clear old mentalities. "Right behind you man"

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“On no! They stole all of the wiper blades! Whatever will we do?”

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“I am going to be really pissed if they messed with the air fresheners!”

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"Every car has one" As he slipped through the whole behind Sting. "Hows your night vission, Mine sucks" Cringing, his wisper sounding much louder then he had hoped. "I'll go left"

Life is always so much neater and cleaner, as he sails through the air. Abrahms has always liked this power the best. With a bound he could land up on thw war wall, get away from it all.
But as the song goes, 'what goes up must come down....' . Abrahms picked his spot, twisting slightly, movement of a flattened hand hand. Landing beside Newton just after Elisa flashed into existance.
"Is this a good vantage point for you, Elisa?" He nods over the waist high wayy of the roofs edge. "Newton can you detect ang thing weird over there."

"Ok Apple not a worry. My GPS has the location. Ill meet you there. Oh and he is right, minimise the collaterall damage there will more then likely be civillians around." He looks at a hand held GPS with a map overlay. "Newton, I'll meet you on this rooftop" he says pointing at the little screen. "It will give Elisa a good feild of fire and we can look first. with out being to visible." Waiting a moment for acknowledgments, then with a nod bounds away to the south.
"That is sooo cool man." says a passer bye.

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“You’re Rough Justice, right?” He said to the man. “You do fine work man. You joining us? Some psycho judge with a sick sense of humor figured you could mix in with the rest of us nuts?”

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"That is the case, hey you must be the one the Judge Jacobs meant. He said I'd 'be good company for the little bug' I assume he was talking about you. Although your not that small." He says as he tilts his head slightly to see him. "Glad to meet ya Poison." Putting out a half gloved leather glove to Sting. "Please ta mee ya"
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Mystic floated back out to the group. "It appears we also have a bit of a mystery regarding a damaged autoparts store. I suppose that Sting, rough justice and I could look into it. That is, if you chaps are up for it."

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In a wink of the eye, Rough Justice is at the door. "I am game Sir. Ready to give out some justice"

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Mystic Inferno looked puzzled. "Well, I thought we'd try to leave someone here at all times, if that is possible. Perhaps Brian could get us a few brave police officers to act as clerks. In the meantime, while Kegen is a fabulous healer, I am still feeling the effects of my wounds. If you two could check this out, that would be fabulous. I'll brief the new addition and check out his paperwork."

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The new arrival chuckles at Newtons comment. "Happy to Sir, how can i help while you check the judges orders out. I can help howevr you want. I can lift almost a ton now, so heavy lifting let me know." He looks at Coolant. As if he is trying to place him, then shrugs and watches Newton and Abrahms head towards the door.

"Yes, I'll go Mystic. I could use a cut I am getting shaggy again. I can Tell if it takes more then one pass of a towel to dry it." He responds to Newton with ine eyebrowse raised. "What was that address..., Got it. Ok on the bounce people, see you there. Newton your senior, you want to be in charge I'll take point. Kit your high cover, your a crack shot."
A qucik salute to Mystic, and the soldier is through the door waiting.

Abrahms stopps on the stairs. Turning slowly, "what kind of a disturbance, is it Boss?" He steps back of the stairs, "if you need me. But I was thinking of talking to you about a gaurd on duty to watch the 2 6."

"huh" A slight blush in the cheeks. "Sorry Sir, Rough Justice on the streets, Sean McCalister. If you like. (((doh meeting)))

"Sorry Sir, just living on the street for awhile you learn who to duck and who to watch. For a while I was ducking you" His smile is genuine. "I'd be happy to run down there with you"

A heavy thump at the front doors, signals Abrahms return. "Nice doors, boss. Patrol is done, had to crack a few Skulls they were mugging some guy. Also saw som Vahz up in the refinery area"
The young man turns to look on Abrahms. "Ah man, I do not like GI Joe. Sir can I be on a different patrol then him. I mean his freinds caused me to be the way i am if you get my meaning. Part of that long story."

The soldiers eyes narrow. "Mystic watch this guy, he is a vigalnte with a capital "V". Think of death wish, that type. At least he was a couple months ago." Pointing a finger at the youth. "And I had nothing to do with you getting blasted into that vat. Of your" fingers in the air for quotes." "SUPER DYNE" " so dont even go there, your a punk. Not much better then your former pals. But I will give you that at least you fight them."
"I am hitting the rack, unless there is something urgent."Heading towards the stairs. "Boards a good idea, as i first joked about. I'll cover the desk when nothing is boiling over if you wish."

"Yep, ah Mystic Inferno. Thought i recognised the name. Nice to meet you sir." Puts out a hand. The respect obvious in his tone. "Ya this Judge, named Jacobs laughed and told me I'd fit right in here. how can I help. I am fast very strong and seem to be getting stronger, and not much hurts me anymore. Long story, good for a boring afternon around the office. Oh and i run, real real fast."
So what do you need sir.

A squad car pulls up to the 2 6. An officer from the front opens the back door for the passenger. A dark haired young man climbs out. He can look directly in to the front desk. The officer and the young man, pass words. A rude gesture or two and the car speed away.
The man who climbed out of the back stood a good 6' 6" had a suitcase. He is dressed in a Skin tight Black 3/4 shirt with a large stylized scale of justice across the chest. Black leather fingerless gloves cover his hands. Black cargo pants, with knee high black &red cammy Doc Martins. A red web belt, which matched the red headband, holding the hair back out of his eyes. The most outstanding thing however, was the mask. That would mark this fellow very well at home in the Row. A skull mask through and through, except it was jet black.
He looks the crumpled papers in his hand, the building, back to the papers and sighs. A worker at the door, see him. "Hey guys that is that Rough Justice guy. You know the Deaths Head, turned good. Kind of anyways, you have to a heard about him."
"Yaw Sal we know a kid from your neighborhood. A mutant gang banger turned vigilante. We heard the story."
"Hello R.J." Sal stammers as the man steps inside.
"Yeah, what ya want? You know where I can find this Mystic Inferno. I was told to hand him these papers." As he is speaking his eyes move over the people before him, landing on Newton. "Hello I'm Rough Justice, Judge Jacobs thinks I fit in here."

Thimping of heavy feet coming down the stairs, announces Abrahms return. Now dressed in his BDU's a shine on the tanker boots. "Hello Newton, great job out there by the way. Your control on gravity well is excellent." He say with a small but genuine seeming smile. " Take care, I am heading on patrol if anyone asks. Let the good citizens of the Row no we have not vanished in the netherlands,.." shaking his head "yet".
Stepping into the gaping doorway. There is a slight hesitation as he prepares and then springs in to the air. "Damm, I bet that save on the gas bill" Observation of a worker. Shading his eyes watching, the old soldier disapear over the building across the street.

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“We’ll take care of the zombies, please notify those who do take care of window replacement that we’ll be requiring their services.” Mystic brushed the dust off of his sleeves as he addressed the cigar toting foreman.

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"Excuse me Mystic if it is in the budget I'd suggest 1/4 inch Lexan. It is bullet proff to small calliber and it isn't really to much. I have soem funs if need be. Remeber I worked for the government, I know how stingy they can be."

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Sting, when Coolant recovers, or if Abrams is game, I think we could use a patrol of the immediate area to make sure that everyone knows we’re still here.

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"Be happy to Boss. Soon as I get some of this Zombie gunge off the armor." With that he turns up the stairs and disapears into the dorm area.

"Wo hay now, cool. You alright?" Abrahms tries to help Coolant along gicing him a shoulder to steady himself with, at the very least. "Come on let me help if i can, Dam your heavy."

"Easy Spike, your correct. But I beleieve this lady was venting in her own way. We are all a bit tired and battered. I know Icould sure use a beer about now." His stance changed as he spoke. Obvious to any hand to hand combatant, that he was ready to defend. His posture did not change, but his aura for those who can read them, did. "I have no beef with anyone here. I was willing to die back there so no one else would. So is all that ok, or are we going to dance. Personally I'd rather grab you a beer, how a bout it?" A half smile curls the right side of his mouth.

Taking off the helmet, and setting it on the window sill. He runs a hand over the sweat soaked short wavy hair. "Wow, you guys know how to run a try out." Abrahms lets a snort of laughter ruin the straight delivery.
"I am happy I had this battle armor. I would have lost another uniform, in that mess. You know torn up and all gooey from zombie muck. Not to mention a lot more cuts scrape and bruises."
"So did I pass this little try out." Looking towards Cool. "I am a volunteer that was sent here when all I asked for was a cot and 3 squares. I have my 30 year pension to live off of. So I can also help with some things. At least until my next spec assignment comes in. Guess that should be said as close to up front as it can be now.'
He turns to face Mystic. "I had planned to explain this over dinner tonight. But you run things fast around here. I am actually kind of on loan between spec jobs for the military." He shrugs an apology just in the motion.

"I suggest falling back to the cell block. We can hold them were it chockes down and the bar and brick walls, keeps only one place to hold them." Jumping over the zombies heads he plows into several at the door. Fighting his way back in to the building. "Then we can spell eachother for a chance to catch our breaths." He is sporting slpit lip, bloody nose, and several dings dents and scratches on his composite armor.

The zombies continued to pile up around Abrahms. His attacks slowed a bit as started to pace himself. Thank heavens I never left of the training. Slow and steady, wins the fight. "Hey darlin could you drop another of those packages on me? I have succeeded in colecting a good number." pant.....pant..... I can handle that small of blast, ... decent living... and all that." The humor was there but so was initial signs of fatigue. The crack of energy with each blow, never lessoned. But was cut out by the noise of the undead.

Abrahms jumps from the top step. Spinning in mid jump. His timiiing is well parcticed. As he lands, the trailing arc of energy from his fists, connects with the leading edge. He ladns and be comes a pillare in a sea of rotten flesh. The zombies beating at him. Not a on can stand to fight him, the press of there fellows moves them by.
"I cant slow them down, to, many, pushing past." Comes across the comms. Abrahms is swing left and right smashing dead flesh with each swing.

"Roger that Sting, I am ready for this. I'll be with you then Mystic, right down the middle." He adjust, his helmet strap. Tuggs his gloves all the way up. Gives a trial smack into his other palm. "Yep, ready" he says with a sharp nod.

"Well if we have to go out, might as well destroy as little of our furniture as possible." Abrahms grabs a desk and starts pulling out the doorway. "Newton, you ready for some major bubbling" he says with a half smile as he looks out at the multiudes, of undead.

I am glad others are working this problem out. But sounds good to me.

Talos, it would have to be Talos island. In a boat of coarse.