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..Clear of the cloud Bill spotted three PPD SWAT officers , parried and made a run across to them , ..” make ready full auto and unloaded all you have when I say go ...clear “..spinning back to block the Billclones next swing , Bill had to hope the SWATS nerves held , this was going to be messy .....

..now for the hard part of Plan B ... Bill exchange a few more blows with his Billclone , and then left a opening , low , for a thrust at the abdomen ......

and Billclone was happy to take it driving the tips of the energy blade into Bill midriff ... Bill then put Plan B in to operation , rather than ducking back away from the strike he drove forward onto the blades...the red energy cutting deep and passing right through Bills guts .....

in the fractions of a second the Billclone was defenceless , Bill flicked off his energy blade , repositioned the short handle , and re-fired up the blades , straight into the Billclones head , this time with the weapon set to full power ......

Bill knew a head shot would not kill himself , but it did muddle his thinking for a while ....

with the Billclones blade still stuck through his stomach , and his blade in the Billclones head .he shouted to the SWAT team ..” GO , fire, fire , fire ....”

He hoped they where good shots , as he felt pretty weak with his middles coming apart .......

Bill readily parried the Billclone 's first swing , and he sent a swirling riposte towards the clones head , only to be met by a sweeping parry ...

Bill's brain chugged at the problem.... “ so he is me , as fast as skilled , I.e. not a lot , armed with a energy sword that can cut a fully armoured rikti trooper in half with a good blow ..”... “ok plan B “

Bill started to retreat , blocking and parrying like mad , his plan simple , to draw the Billclone out of the green cloud , in to the open , and then call on the PPD and the other heroes to bring it down , and hopefully keep it down ...

".. err A little help here please ! , he , errr it is rather good with that sword ...

Bill looked at the clone of himself .....Bills brain reacted .....“gee I really am a ugly SoB....”...”well at least I wont be hard to bring down “......”mind you keeping me down has proved a issue “...

Bills brain and mouth decided on a plan ..” Good day sir I am Bill , I am hoping this is some very clever method of communicating .. I mean talking to ones self is always easy ....”

The rest of Bills body fell in line with the grand plan .. and turned itself side on to the advancing Bill replica.......his right arm let the energy sword trail back ready to sweep up in a full parry if needed......and his naked zombie feet found a firm grip on the broken surface .....

The piercing whine echoed through the eardrums of Bill's head , his grip on the energy swords hilt tightened and he flicked the toggle to cause the twin beams of red glowing energy to emerge from the handle ....

Using his left hand to fan the green gas away from his face , he for once guessed being dead and not having any part digested food to up chuck was a advantage , also his lack of need to breathe left him reasonable able to deal with the gas ...

however it was clear a number where strongly effected....Bill moved to help those disabled by the green fumes ...and using his un-choked voice he shouted ...” BACK ,GET BACK ..clear the area for your own saftey NOW!..”

straining to see though the growing green cloud , while retreating , he tried to see if any thing else was happening to the space rock ......

Bill relaxed a bit , he had counted about a dozen heroes , most looking much more heroic than he , if this went pear-shaped at least lowly he would no get the blame ...

maybe ,Bill hoped ,one of these costumes would have some of those useful powers beyond the whacking the crook type ones Bill was limited to.....

seeing one hero advance ((Kinsey)) , with a naked blade , Bill started circling to the left , to avoid giving the tentacle a big group to zap all at once , and to make some space to work in .....and some where to duck when the do-do hits the fan ......

Bill's dead flesh failed to react to the purple energy , but his brain decided this was not a friendly move ...

he slide the power setting on the energy blade to heavy stun ......and gripped the handle .....sliping it from its holster .


“any one seen the like before ? ... anyone ? ...”

....a long tendril with a bulbous end, though Bill , well we must not judge on looks , still chances are not what we are in the business of taking .....

Bill moved closer , his eye coping with the dark night and the still glowing rock far better than a humans could , he sort any details or marking to indicate who , what and where this newcomer was from ....

keeping a focused watch on the bulbous end of the tendril , he scanned the area for other people , heroes , crooks, bystanders , news teams .....spotting some costumed clad heroes , Bill waved to them ..

“ any idea's ? ... not had much experience with outer space types beyond the Rikti ...whats the normal form ?”

Bill always got the low digit am patrols , 2am till 6am , he guessed the PPD sergeant reasoned as he never slept , he would not mind , and it drew less stares from the public ...

He was just nearing Steel Canyon Railway station when the “ALL UNITS” squawk can over the radio .. a quick hop cross town on a empty train car delivered him to Kings , in time to see the influx of black and whites and hear the rumble of SWAT boots ...

Given his zombie looks Bill found it easy to herd the few bystander clear of the expected impact site , and found just enough time to start chatting to Detective Resmon about crime in Kings , before the air was sliced by a eye watering incandescent glowing ball , the sound following a second later came as a ear stunning growl and whistling shrill cry ..

Bills dead eyes and ears, unaffected by the intensity , followed the sight as it cut its way across Kings...Firing up his rocket boots Bill flew after the meteorite , and , thanks to hours of practice , managed to safetly land some 40 Yards from the resting place ....

All of Bill senses peered at the hissing red glow ......

“ oh bugger , no chance of this shift ending on time ...”

yes , i for one would be interested ..

just to confirm in my mind , what we found as a derivative of this ergotamine , not a natural product , some thing manufactured ? y/n

however we can find no history of any group making use of it or and derviative for criminal reasons ? y/n

glad i made you smile , i am aware of its historic uses , but i want you to give us the in game version so we are all working to the same script ..

OK put together a list of the gathered facts :

short range battery powered spy cameras
Keylogger software
Subliminal message tech
ergotamine compounds
the name of the writer of that book Azure found ..sorry forget the name .. the heavy read book man and superman one

using Smyths contacts and getting Seven to do the same run these as a profile on crime data bases to see what MO matches we get ..also run ergotamine as a separate tag see who has used it in the past or is big into it now .

Get Seven to look at Johnovichs chat group / forum lists for and changes in his usage pattern to see if he was in contact with anyone new......further to see if he was part of and on-line groups with similar profiles ...

Look up someone to give give us some idea of the possible effects of these egrotamine compounds , and what would be needed to make them , also dosage levels , long term effects , ability to notices if your being dosed ..how long would traces remain in the human body ....also are they heat sensitive ..i.e. if you boil the water they are in do they denature and become inert ...and a quick test for them ...so we can put together a field test kit ...

OH and buy in 100 bottles of water

if the bow / gauntlets etc are magic artifacts ..try thinking how and why they work ..ya magic but what sort

..do the always function for anyone or just him

..do they provide the skill or just the power

..are they natural objects made magic ..enchanted thus there was an enchanter/tress OR .. are they magic by their nature ie material is the bow from a branch of some magic tree .. if so who carved and shaped it ...

..or is the bow only made real by magic ..ie conjured from some where else ..where is that ?

.. was the bow for your character or does it have a history leading up to today ?


once you have the bow /gauntlets sorted you can start on the man ..

good luck breaing the block ....

okies where and what time ?

i can be free any night next week , as long as i know the day before ..so i will fit in with what ever is good ...

Arch slipped the golden Pocket D club VIP Teleporter device back into his waistcoat pocket ...Smiling as he remembered the favour he had performed to earn it .

. ..he nodded to the club bouncer as he stepped into the elevator ... reaching the Upstairs bar he ordered a glass of 25 year old Napoleon brandy , and raising it in salute to Doc M he washed the taste of pistol smoke from his mouth ......

Near silence hit the street , .......the four thugs had disappeared into the chaos they had created ,.... the last shell casing had fallen to the pavement .......the last shards of broken window glass had crashed and shattered into a glittering carpet , ......the last bystander's scream had echoed away down the concrete walls of the streets buildings ......the area was still for a moment .. its only sound cracking of ice in the warm air and the deep breathing of the three remaining combatants ......

The mob of lesser Thug either goes down under Cindersnaps volley of fire bolts , or took to their heels and scattered into shops , alleyways , of any other concealing terrain ...

..the four better armed Thugs arenow simple out of control , guns and bombs are no longer aimed , anything not already shot up or aflame is hosed in a mindless wave of destruction ...

inside the office block Arch reaches the second floor and now toting a Mini-Uzi steps into some Middle Mangers cupboard sized office , shuts the door and slides the filing cabinet across the door .... “sit down” .....instructs the flat voice behind the Uzi bearing arm, the luckless office drone complies ......

Arch slips a odd golden mobile phone sized object from a waistcoat pocket .....” hmm nearly happy hour ..good..”..

Hot Henery's fire bomb landed and slide across Cara's ice field ., bounced at the curb and rolled to a stop against a shop front , that dissolved in a cloud of glass and flames ... clear of van and puddled gas ...

....the gang mob was half scattered by Jennifer's blast arrow , but the rest turned and started to chase her along the street firing wildly and not caring where the strays fell ..

As Arch dived through a door way , into a office block , he called out a order to this boys ..” Mayhem time gents , make it loud ...” and flung a them a bag of new toys

the Boys face took on a look of sheer malign pleasure .. guns are reloaded from the bag with explosive ammo .(( I am assuming ice will have gone , or spotted and cleared ))....
...the boys open fire , standing in a ring spraying everything in range ..shops , cars ,bus shelters , bystanders , even parking meters become targets ....

Arch spotted the Sonic barrier with just enough time to merely bump it rather than bouncing off it ...

“ ...sneaky “ he mutters and makes a two fingered shrill whistle ....from every door and ally way a swarm of thugs flows into the street , armed with a array of basic thug weapon loadouts , they mass towards Wavekite “ swat that flying pest for me lads ..”

Arch re-engages his feet in a rapid exit move away from all the hero types , heading to the street corner where his main boys are now regrouping ...

“ Henery at little cover please ... the van ...”

a sickly smile blooms on Hot Herey's face as he rips the igniter cord and flings a bundle of fiery destruction towards the prison van and its surrounding pool of gas .....

Arch nodded a goodbye to the Doc , and spotting Cara's transformation , grins mirthlessly ....”time to skedaddle ...you coming lady” he asks Wild Red ..and without a backwards glance sprints for the nearest shop entrance ...

(( no problem with the nature of Cara's ice just if it is .." far colder" than zero but still natural water ice the gun's metal will frost over in the air , and the chilling may even be felt by the gun holder as the metal of the gun will conduct heat way from warm parts of the gun ie the grip area ...just wanted to check it was ice and not some frezze energy field , its your power , .. as they are all doing other things at mo , i will play it unnoticed until the have reason to look to their guns ....nice underhand trick by the way .. ))

Archy turned to face the arriving Wild Red ...”the coppers can go screw them selves my dear ,... you know Doc I saw you a few times in that Pocket D club , course you was doing your Hero act so I kept my distance ....,“

seeing the hero duo where now some distance off , he wave his thugs over to the prison van ..”lads go scout the area , seems old bill may be dropping in ...”

“you need a lift any wheres Doc ? we 'ave a couple of fast cars park round the back , guess ill be leave the bank till a'nover day ...”

(( how long would the ice in gun barrels last , I am thinking not very long as metal is a good conductors and a lot of ice , or very low temperatures would get noticed , your call ))

Suddenly ignoring Cara ,and waving the Thugs to stay put the tan suited person turns and walks towards the prison van ..the two guns lowered, pointing to the ground

“well I must says Doc Mechano .. a real pleasure it is , I have heard good good things about your past works , glad to see you final woke up again and dumped that hero guy act ... I just about to make a withdrawal from the bank here , isnt fate a f'ker that you should be passing .....

...names Vyllian , Archibald Vyllian , these here are me boys , 'nuckles Norm , kneecapper Kenny , razors Ronnie and the guy wiv the burning fetish is hot Henery.....”

“clever move luv , now talk a long walk down that road , and no peaking back Kenny there will keep his beedy peepers on ya ...”

the flat voice was very unpleasant despite the total lack of menace in it , and the hands that the voice went with seemed locked in place , keeping the red dot anchored on Cara's skull ...

The Thugs seemed more obvious waving their guns and smirking , oen steps aside to let Cara pass , and crudely winks ..”yous Kenny here will see ya home doll ..” he slowly points a pair of chromed long barrelled .44 Magnum revolvers at her chest ....”after you ...”