((OOC leave Stings name in or out depending on MG's wish, but hard to describe one when stated both. Hope it is ok.))
As the cool rush of air slowy and gently stirs around Abrahms and Poison Sting, lifting them into the air and filling their lungs with the precious gift of Jehovah's breath, giving them that spak of life. They are gently left standing healed and revitalised, but dity as two could possibly be.
"Woa, thank you Mam" Abrahms gives a shallow bow in racognition of the ladt in greys help and gift. "My name is Abrahms, and if I can ever be of assistance to you just ask."
Even we mighty can fall.
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Newton looked up. He was at the edge of the womans power, and picked up enough healing from it that his system started to function properly again. He took a couple more bites of the chocolate bar, and sat on the curb, looking at the insectoid woman. I really think we should put a tab on her before she wakes up.
Wave of power washed over RoughJjustice, closing the abrasions healing the bruises and cut even wiping away the fatigue. "Wow what a rush, that was some good stuff you just through out there sweetheart." He move to check on Sting, putting a hand on the Sting's shoulder to staedy he him if needed.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Despite the energies meant to heal him, Sting barely stirred. The external wounds knitted, but there was obviously more serious wounds still inside. His breathing was shallow and labored.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
The Lord's gift bestowed, Exodus looked to those who had received it... and found one still wanting.
With a nod of acknowledgement to the men's words, solid black luminescent eyes flared and subdued to brown, normally pupiled eyes.
Exodus had left the building.
Myriam Tsirlin took inthe scene, eyes falling to the fallen man. He wasn't the normal run-of-mill patient, but....
"I'm a paramedic." Her voice, very different from Exodus's, was confident of this medical crisis as she knelt and began checking his vital signs and injuries. Serious indeed, unknowable what lay below the surface and what idiosyncracies of treatment and response he would have.
"This... man needs a hospital. Summon an ambulance."
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"This... man needs a hospital. Summon an ambulance."
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Newton looked up stricken. He what? He climbed unsteadily to his feet and stumbled towards the fallen insectoid. I just saw you heal Abrahms, and I even caught a dose of it. Cant you heal him?
((OOC: Time for the stereotypical 'severely injured' flashback. Overdone I know but he this is comic book right? Cliche' is part of the genre!))
As Sting lay there, his mind floated back
The doctor walked into the room as he got dressed.
Well Mr. Ericksson I think you had better sit down. He said.
Huh, what is it? Cmon, all Ive had are some muscle aches and pains. The patient commented in return.
Well, those aches and pains were not truly from your muscles, they were from your bones. You have bone cancer and it has spread
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He lies in a hospital bed thin and pale, all of his hair gone. With weak fingers he opens a letter.
Dear Mr. Ericksson,
We at VariBio Pharmaceuticals are happy to offer you an opportunity a chance to live
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The same thin, pale, bald man steps onto the 747 bound for Rio de Janeiro. There are several others on the flight who are in the same fragile condition, heading to the same destination.
The long flight is followed by a short flight in a smaller jet to a local airport, then several hours in a helicopter to a secluded laboratory in the jungle. Different groups come in at different times. In the end, there are one hundred patients. They are shown to individual rooms in the dormitory section, that are functional but spartan. Few notice that the windows are reinforced Plexiglas. The extra security was explained away as keeping corporate spies out. Fewer still noticed that most of the locks were designed to keep people in
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Screams could be heard from up and down the hallway of the dormitory as two large men in blue jumpsuits drag the limp form of a man to his room. The scientist in the lab coat looks at his clipboard as the men unlocked the door. Early on they had helped each person to their bed and gently set them down. Now they just drag him in and leave him on the floor.
Ten bucks that this one doesnt make it to Friday. One of the orderlies says to the other. Im not taking that bet! the other one growls.
This one might surprise you. The scientist says looking over the chart as they close and lock the door.
The man, lying on the floor in the room, doesnt look right. His skin has a greenish tint and in places seems to have hardened. But the strangest are his eyes they are dark, yet reflective and have started to bulge.
After several minutes the man drags himself up to the sink and gets some water. There is a look of intense pain on his face.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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Newton looked up stricken. He what? He climbed unsteadily to his feet and stumbled towards the fallen insectoid. I just saw you heal Abrahms, and I even caught a dose of it. Cant you heal him?
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Myriam stood, "If you want him to live, call an ambulance. I have no control over what Exodus chooses to do or not do, and even if I did... Exodus's strength is not healing. It is killing, the righteous wrath of the Lord and the Jewish People."
"We're not Christians, don't make the mistake of thinking in New Testament Ways. We are the Old Book. The Old Ways. And we do not forgive."
(OOC: Tag. I'm on vacation, my ability to write is limited, and if you're familiar with Storm, the only heal is O2 boost. Tiny heal.)
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Oh, great. Lord of wrath, Newton murmured. How about hitting his teleportation tag. Itll take him to the hospital. He knelt awkwardly next to the insectoid and clicked the t-port tab.
((ooc: up to Grem as to whether hes teleported
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((ooc: i read your frustrations with the resort, Steele. hope the rest of your vacation is relaxing. 
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The medical teleportation unit fortunately works and Sting is in the Emergency Room of the Kings Row hospital.
Soon there are doctors and nurses running around trying to figure out how to handle his unique physiology. Readings like heart rate and blood pressure are hard enough to determine, and to figure out their meaning is even more perplexing.
Within a few hours an entomologist is called in and some progress is made as healing instruments are recalibrated for the human-insect hybrid.
Sting continues to dream about his past
He is strapped onto the table for the umpteenth time. Now the straps are made of metal cables instead of the sturdy cloth from earlier. The scientists stand behind Plexiglas shields as they attach tubes, wires, and electrodes to the man on the table.
When they first were subjected to the process it was just painful, then it ramped up to excruciating. Soon they were killing patients on the table. Those that survived year and the major transformation all ten of them had a little easier time after that. The process was still incredibly painful, but with most of the process complete it seemed like a picnic compared to the worst of it.
Soon the process starts again. He screams as the pain overwhelms him.
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Back in the hospital Stings body writhes and his vital signs fluctuate wildly. Eventually he relaxes and the doctors continue to work.
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Ok boys lets be a little careful here. We are going to move the survivors to the holding cells. We have some that are a little out of control so lets not take any chances. A scientist in a lab coat says to five large men in blue jump suits. The men wear forearm guards and carry a variety of restraining devices. Each also has what looks to be a cattle prod on their belt.
How many are left? One of the men asks.
Ten, but a couple are in the hospital so we only have to move eight. He replies.
Fine, but I aint goin near that chick in 54. You see what she did to Hank last week?
Their new homes are sealed rooms with observation windows. Even still, the screams of the other patients can be heard. The guards are bored and have fun shocking the patients with their cattle prods. Four armed men are present any time they open the door for feeding, treatments, or relocation.
One of the survivors remains passive and quiet. Many of the others react violently to any contact. All of them are changed, taking on aspects of the insect DNA grafted into their own.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Rough Justice stands by, helplessly watching as a fellow 2 6er is attended by the medic lady. When the med tag is activated, he knows he cant just leave him sitting in the hospital unprotected. "Mystic, I am going to go stand guard on him. just in case there are more bug lady types looking for him." The statement is obviously just that, not a request just fact. As stings body fades out, he turns and runs off at that incredible speed.
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The medical teleportation unit fortunately works and Sting is in the Emergency Room of the Kings Row hospital.
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RJ arrives at the hospital as the doctors and nurses are in mid scramble.
"Can i help you sir," asks one of the reception nurses 'Sir'
"Nah, I am here incase my buddy there has any unwanted visitors. I'll just stay back out of the way and watch." With that said he moves to an area where he can see Poison Sting.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Within hours of the incident Crey published an apology for the misunderstanding between their agents and the Twenty-sixth precinct. The agents mistakenly thought that the heroes were attack the Two-Six and tried to protect it. A significant donation is made to repair any damages to the building itself.
As usual, not only do they get off the hook, but they even look good doing so!
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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Within hours of the incident Crey published an apology for the misunderstanding between their agents and the Twenty-sixth precinct. The agents mistakenly thought that the heroes were attack the Two-Six and tried to protect it. A significant donation is made to repair any damages to the building itself.
As usual, not only do they get off the hook, but they even look good doing so!
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Do you believe this @#$@#$? Newton demanded of Mystic as he stormed into the bosss office. We end up looking like horses patooties again, and Crey smells like roses. I mean, do we look that dangerous to you? Nevermind, dont answer that. ARRG! The green-haired man stormed back out of the office, not even giving Mystic Inferno a chance to say anything.
Sting is finally stabilized and rests between applications of healing energies.
((OOC:One final flashback scene a little graphic at the end but hopefully still PG-13.))
A scientist marches into what looks to be a common room. There are several of the large men clad in the familiar blue jumpsuit. Feeding time for patient 67. He says as he marks something off on his clipboard. Why do I always have to remind these goons? He mutters to himself as he leaves.
I cant believe that one is still with us. one of the men in blue comments.
The one that seems to be in charge looks at a pair of them. You two go do it, its not like that one is going to be a threat at all.
Yeah, maybe I can get some practice with these new stun-sticks we have! One laughs as he twirls the weapon in his hand.
The men collect the food and head to the holding cells. They check in with the guard and swipe their magnetic badges to unlock the door. Once inside the cell they set the tray of food down and wander over to a humanoid figure lying curled up in the corner. He is fully covered in a hard, green chitin, has antennae, and compound eyes. The men have not even bothered to close the door behind them.
One of the men pulls out a short club and flicks a switch on it. An electric arc can be seen at the tip. He looks over at his buddy as he pokes the insect man with his foot. We might as well have some fun while were here. He grins sadistically.
It is the last thing he ever does.
The insect man suddenly moves at amazing speed. A spine extends from his forearm and passes into the abdomen and then up into the chest cavity of the orderly. Poison is injected and the man falls, convulsing, onto the floor.
The second man turns to try to run. As he gets to the door the insect man leaps the length of the room in a single bound and drives a spine into the base of the mans skull, killing him instantly.
With clear intent the orderlys magnetic card is taken. Almost before the guard at the desk realizes something is wrong, the insect man has cut open his throat and is moving purposefully down a maintenance corridor. He moves toward a grating and tears it off, hinges and all. The waste chute takes him out of the building, past the perimeter fence and out into the dense jungle. As he runs into the jungle he hears alarms going off and the sounds of men shouting. Soon he is far away from the facility with only the sounds of the jungle. They will try, but there is no way they can track him down in this jungle.
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Special Agent Becker managed to watch the end of the battle through his high-powered scope. He swore as the Queen was finally taken down and watched as they transported Sting away.
Hospital
He said to himself as he brought up his PDA that showed a map of Kings Row. Maybe I can still salvage this operation.
He clicked on his radio. Jenkins, this op may not be a complete failure. Bring the van to the corner of Fifth Street and Anderson Ave.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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Do you believe this @#$@#$? Newton demanded of Mystic as he stormed into the bosss office. We end up looking like horses patooties again, and Crey smells like roses. I mean, do we look that dangerous to you? Nevermind, dont answer that. ARRG! The green-haired man stormed back out of the office, not even giving Mystic Inferno a chance to say anything.
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Myriam looked across to Alfred over the tea with startlement, laced with bemusement and a touch of confusion.
"Oh, my!"
She was grateful for the tea and the moments of peace to collect her thoughts. Exodus always left her unsettled, Paragon City was a very strange place, and giant bug men were a shock to the system even when friendly.
"So.... what has been happening with you, Professor?"
(OOC: Tag to Averick if he wants it, Exodus is parked for a little while until my computer access is more reliable. The resort computer issues grow thornier... I can't even GET to the Whitmoore thread now, the content blocker is classifying it as "adult"... but not the rest of the COH boards. KHAN!)
(OOC: Description of Myriam Tsirlin - 29 yrs, 5'7 125 lbs, dark brown, very curly long hair worn up in combs, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin, slim build, tasetful and conservative European styled clothing more suited to a woman a little older, somewhat reserved with a delicate air about her.)
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Abrahms standing outside in the lobby just shakes his head. "Yah Newton I can believ it," He tell the Green haired man as he steps back out of the office. "Crey has been doing that for years, I seen it before and there will be more corps that will do it again. They have a PR army, not just a department. I know I was given a tour there, thats when they gave me one of those nifty little freeze pistols. Although mine seems to be pretty weak compared to the ones they use."
Abrahms move to the door of the office and Knocks softly. "Excuse me, Mystic I spoke to the RJ he said Sting is out of the woods but will still need some more time for recovery. He claims to have caught a bit of shut eye, and does not want to be relieved. To quote "I put him in here, I'll stay till he is out" so I did drop off a change of clothes for him. Also made sure he had a woeking radio, just in case his paranoia is called for. " He sstarts to turn away, stops "pleasure to meet you Mam. Many thanks for all yours and Exodus's help." He lifts a knuckle to his forhead, with a kurt nod and smile before continuing to the front desk to stand his watch.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Mystic watched as everyone was seen to, and Sting was taken away. He settled next to Exodus, "we should get you squared away, dear. And before you ask, yes, it's always like this here. We're in a bit of a war zone, I'm afraid."
After equipping Exodus with the proper technological gadgets to get through the screen, and contact the crew he set her up with her own room. "We're not requiring that people sleep here, though most of us do. I've given up my apartment and had my stuff sent here. It's just safer for now if we can all keep an eye on her, you never know who might be spying."
The last was said as he slowly turned his gaze over to Satanz little helper who was on the telephone, trying to get an outside line. Mystic walked over and hung the phone up. "Calling someone?"
"Riley." Said the imp, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"Ah, this Riley, who is he? Some arch villain keeping tabs on us?" The question made the imp tilt his head like a dog who'd heard a noise it didn't understand. "Nevermind. I don't want you giving reports to this Riley person. Come along, I was going to try to send you back but you proved quite useful in that fight."
Mystic hovered out of Exodus's room, bowing slightly. "If you'd like to take a nap and freshen up, I'll see to it that you're not disturbed." Shutting the door, he headed toward his office. "So, you're not going to play pranks on us or set fire to the building are you?"
"Not that kind of imp." Satanz answer was as reassuring as Mystic had come to expect.
Some time later...
Do you believe this @#$@#$? Newton demanded of Mystic as he stormed into the bosss office. We end up looking like horses patooties again, and Crey smells like roses. I mean, do we look that dangerous to you? Nevermind, dont answer that. ARRG! The green-haired man stormed back out of the office, not even giving Mystic Inferno a chance to say anything.
"Well, I..." He looked at the imp, who was holding a small orange candle in his left hand, and nothing in his right. The white candle was missing from the arangement on the table. "Spit it out."
Satanz took the white candle from his mouth and put it back on the table. Exodus entered inquiring as to linens and such and small talk ensued before...
Abrahms move to the door of the office and Knocks softly. "Excuse me, Mystic I spoke to the RJ he said Sting is out of the woods but will still need some more time for recovery. He claims to have caught a bit of shut eye, and does not want to be relieved. To quote "I put him in here, I'll stay till he is out" so I did drop off a change of clothes for him. Also made sure he had a woeking radio, just in case his paranoia is called for. " He starts to turn away, stops "pleasure to meet you Mam. Many thanks for all yours and Exodus's help." He lifts a knuckle to his forhead, with a kurt nod and smile before continuing to the front desk to stand his watch.
After Exodus left for the second time, presumably to nap, Mystic went about trying to put together a roster. He tried to figure what jobs needed to be done.
Patrols: Everyone
Response: Everyone
Investigation: Hmmm... who's smart? We should discuss this.
Forensics: Hopefully Myriam will be usefull here.
Computers: If only Ion hadn't gone. Our feline friend is good with machinery, perhaps she's the one to take the lead in such affairs.
Science: We do have some scientific work to do.
Magic: I'm supposing that will have to be me until a competent individual can be found.
Vehicles: I suppose we should get some before worrying about who will take care of them.
Defenses: Hmmm. I think Abrahms would be the one to turn to for that.
Later that day he approached many members of the crew to determine their thoughts on how to approach the, now three, major problems the Two Six faces.
1. The plot to create or test out a new reptile species in King's Row.
2. The deteriorating condition of the nieghborhood.
3. Sting's girlfriend's creators. When the police hauled off the queen thingie, Mystic forgot to ask what would even happen to it, or even check to see if it were alive or dead.
Abrahms move to the door of the office and Knocks softly. "Excuse me, Mystic I spoke to the RJ he said Sting is out of the woods but will still need some more time for recovery. He claims to have caught a bit of shut eye, and does not want to be relieved. To quote "I put him in here, I'll stay till he is out" so I did drop off a change of clothes for him. Also made sure he had a woeking radio, just in case his paranoia is called for. " He sstarts to turn away, stops "pleasure to meet you Mam. Many thanks for all yours and Exodus's help." He lifts a knuckle to his forhead, with a kurt nod and smile before continuing to the front desk to stand his watch.
Becker climbed into the back of the bland, tan panel van. Jenkins, I have a job for you
get us to the hospital parking garage. On the way there Becker explained his plan. Jenkins didnt like it, but didnt dare question the obsessive Becker.
They drove the van into the hospital parking ramp and parked in a location known to be out of sight of any security cameras.
Jenkins stripped out of his jumpsuit and combat armor and changed into a slender Kevlar vest under an orderlys uniform. A quick application of some Crey cosmetics changed his hair color to from brown to black and a disguise kit allowed him to change his face almost completely.
Becker programmed the computer in the back of the van and it spit out a laminated hospital ID, which he clipped to Jenkins shirt.
While Jenkins hid a few small weapons on himself, Becker gave a few quick commands to the computer and connected them to the hospitals computer network, then got them into the database.
Lets see where you are Mr. Sting
a-ha! Tenth floor. #*$&*, they put a lot of heroes up there, going to be tough.
Jenkins entered the hospital, carefully making his way up to the tenth floor.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
Abrahms could not help from keeping a suspious eye on the Imp, as it followed Mystic out of the office. "Those creatures all i saw of them was the goop. Maybe some type of new Rikti like the monkeys. Maybe one of us could recon Crey's Folly, see if we can see any of them"
Mystic nods, then asks the next question,"Any thoughts on the deteriorating condition of the nieghborhood."
"Other then to say we realy need to get the people to pull together, Neighborhood watch groups. Set with us help organize them if we want theis place to be habitable, the residance have to help. That means quit hiding behind doors, become a neighbohood again not a bunch of idividuals. I'd suggest using some of that Crey money and have a huge block party. Hand out flyers with the Block watch idea." He looked at mystic for a moment, then added " they have to know we care and want to help, but for it to stay fixed they need to put in an effort as well."
With nod of agreement and a sigh. "Lastly Sting's girlfriend's creators. When the police hauled off the queen thingie, I forgot to ask what would happen to it, or even check to see if it were alive or dead. "
Abrahms did not look happy at the question/ statement. "They told me "she" was going to the Zig infirmary. Other then that I have squat. Hope that helps Sir." He sits at attention behind the desk wating to see if there is anything else.
Even we mighty can fall.
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As door opened to the darkened room, "It's only me Mr. RJ," was the soft females voice. The deepest shadow in the corner detached itself as Rough Justice stepped forward.
"Thanks for that, now what are you giving him?" The obvious suspicion still there. But the nurse wasn't annoyed too much; he asked the same thing each time she came in.
"Nothing, just checking the vitals. I told you he is not scheduled for anything until 0600. In fact this is the last disturbance you two should get tonight." She shook her head, then her finger at him. "You have put off anyone from even wanting to come in here with all your questions and accusations. I mean hell that mask give me the creeps. It reminds me of the last time I was mugged, by those hoodlums."
"Yep, ya told me this all before. I am sorry but the mask stays." He waves good bye as she steps back out the door. He goes to the bed side check over his friend, nothing telling. The cracks seem to have closed in the carapace. As he moves back to the chair in the corner, he sees the shadow fall in front of the door. Then it slowly opens, he steps into his corner pulling the only knowledge he still found useful. That of obscuring, the Bone Daddies had started teaching him before his bath in Super-Dyne.
Jenkins stepped in slowly, not wanting to disturb the patient. Although he did not like the idea, especially with all the occupants of this floor being supers. But Decker was not good to have as an enemy, many of those had disappeared. He likes his plans even if poisoning this guy was supposed to work; he was supposed to be recovered. True they could get it out of the morgue, and he made notes of the recording of the orders given so he wouldnt take the heat if it went bad.
The lights were out early kind of odd, do bug eyes have lids he asks himself. He went to the bed side, and noted that it was recovering fast, faster then Becker had thought. As he pulled out the syringe full of silvery liquid, time for the Orkin Man. Holding the large syringe like a dagger he raised to stab through the chitin. A breeze and a blur, the syringe stopped short the needle breaking on a hand. A very large hand, as Jenkinss eyes followed up the arm they stopped on the mask. A skull, here what the, then his mind caught up. Rough Justice, ah crap of all the 26 to get caught by these 2 are worst that could do it.
Orkin Man, thats cute is that your epitaph or do you have something to tell me to spare you the ultimate end of justice? As he finishes his question his hand quickly grabs his throat.
Grabbing the large wrist to help support his weight, I didnt..
Wrong answer as he flies across the room to slam into the far wall by the windows, the impact drives the air form his body as stars explode before his eyes. Lets try this again, Jenkins is trying to figure how Rough Justice Teleported to him, as he is lifted my an ankle into the air. Name, who you working for. The voice is calm and deadly quiet, as he is hung out the window.
Ok ok, my name is Sulivan. But I dont know who hired me. It doesnt work that way.
Jenkins not needing to try hard to sound worried as he looked ten floors down.\
Come on sully, this is my week arm dont make me wait to long.
Jenkins whips out his hand cannon, as he liked to call the .50 cal desert eagle with DPUs. Bring me in hero, or I take you with me I really dont know who sent me.
Ok, now he took 3 steps back and dropped him to the ground. Tell me how you were hired then.
Jenkins wanting to be the professional, figured his odds and tried to finish the job at hand. As he climbed to his feet, he tried to bring the gun up and shoot Sting. RJ sees this rather obvious possibility and get in front, as the gun goes off, he jabs Jenkins. Unfortunately for Jenkins the punch was more of a push then jab, the highly polished floor is slippery, and his hand cannon has one hell of a kick. The combination sends him out the window, Becker starts the van, he knows he can read about it in the news. Thinking he might just have to do something about the former Skull.
Even we mighty can fall.
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((OOC: i finally got a picture of Rough Justice on Crey Threat DB
http://www.creyindustries.com/viewhero.php?id=14416 ))
Even we mighty can fall.
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[ QUOTE ]
Mystic watched as everyone was seen to, and Sting was taken away. He settled next to Exodus, "we should get you squared away, dear. And before you ask, yes, it's always like this here. We're in a bit of a war zone, I'm afraid."
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That inspired a raised eyebrow and a flutter in her chest!
"Then it seems I have come to the right place." Myriam's voice was mild, though she was rather nervous. "I volunteered to come to Paragon City and asked only two things: That I work with you, and that I be put where there was true need."
She continued confiding in soft tones, "In Israel, the roster for the Star of David was full, all six slots were filled, with a reserve of several heroes all far more experienced and deserving than I. The government was more than willing to continue to train and accommodate Exodus," she took a breath, "But to what purpose when there is such need here?" Actually, once she'd regained enough sense of herself to again BE herself, at least not when Exodus, she'd felt like a freeloading leech.
Myriam's work ethic was ferocious.
After Alfred issued her the necessary equipment and codes for entrance to the Two-Six, as she was coming to know the rather forbidding building to be called, she accepted the quarters he offered with alacrity. He didn't even need to try to convince her, as a grad student her funds were... very limited... just as limited as they had been when she'd accepted the Atlantis voyage internship as the expedition medic. In fact, the modest payment for that was the last entry in her bank ledger, and the cost of the plane ticket (economy class) had taken a hefty chunk from what was left.
Free lodgings, even in this neighborhood, were NOT going to be turned down.
For luggage she had the large steamer trunk: clothing, personal items, a few items for comfort of travel. Much of it left over from that fateful expedition, even the trunk. Myriam was accustomed to packing for travel and expediency, subsisting on meager accomodations... and doing it without a murmur of complaint.
She was Russian, after all.
Even hardworking Russian Jewish emigres suffered from jetlag, and a few hours later found her napping on the bed and linens graciously provided.
Together we entered a city of strangers, we made it a city of friends, and we leave it a City of Heroes. - Sweet_Sarah
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Newton sat in the chair across from Gregory Mulligan. The forensic scientist was a young man younger than Newtons twenty five years. Tall, handsome, blond very much the opposite of Newton he was young in the field, and had only been hired a few months before, straight out of Paragon Universitys forensic program. As low man on the totem pole, he got the shaft jobs. Which meant he got the Two Six materials. Any arrogance he had a few months ago had been knocked out of him by the job and the forensics chief Flagg.
None of this bothered Newton at all. Most of the forensics scientists were pretty full of themselves, and Newton had little tolerance for that sort of thing. Too many chances to get himself in trouble with them when hed try taking them down a notch or two.
So what is our dragon goop? Newton asked, referring to the sample he had brought in earlier.
Dragon goop? Mulligan asked, slightly amused.
It seemed as good a term for an unknown lizard thingee as any, Newton said, shrugging.
Mulligan pulled out a file. We did run several tests through on the sample. It was really quite interesting. The DNA combinations on the molecular level were intriguing. The scientist took a deep breath to launch into a detailed technical report.
Hit the highlights, Newton said, waving a hand. I wont understand most of what you say if you go all science-ese on me. Put it in words even I can understand.
Im not sure if I can go that simple, Mulligan said with a straight face.
Touche, Newton said with a grin.
There was lizard DNA in the sample, but the other part of the DNA was from get this a Hydra.
You mean those gross looking things in Perez Park.
Yep, those gross looking things. And they were obviously engineered.
Any idea who engineered them.
Im afraid not, although in this town, Crey is always a safe bet, although the Council also does quite a bit of genetic manipulation. The blond man shrugged. Heres the report, Mulligan said. Hope it helps.
Ill give it to Mystic to read, Newton said as he stood and shook Mulligans hand. Hopefully hell get something else out of it.
Newton turned and walked down the stairs just as a tall man with round glasses and long bluish white hair pulled back into a ponytail came walking up them. He nodded politely to him, and continued down the stairs.
His next stop: the hospital to check up on Sting.
Another press release from Crey came out that day. They had taken the Hive Queen for study and special holding as the officials at the Zigg did not have the facilities to treat the insect woman.
They denied any involvement with her, and even showed surveillance video of her first attacking Sting. It clearly showed that her henchmen had some kind of paramilitary uniforms on not the Crey guard outfits that Sting had seen.
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Sting awoke a couple times for short stretches. He got an update from RJ on the aftermath of the battle but didnt seem to show any reaction. It was difficult to tell if he was truly awake and understanding due to the effect of the healing energies they were applying to him.
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The scene on the street was one of total destruction. Rubble was strewn everywhere through across the charred, yet ice-covered area. Bodies of Skulls and Crey were scattered throughout the debris. And in the middle were the Hive Queen and Sting, both broken, bleeding, and still.
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Exodus nodded in approval, then stepped forward. The battle was over, now it was time to tend the wounded. Extending her arms, she brought a cool rush of air to the two men, eveloping and renewing them with the Breath of Life.
"Be healed.
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