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Best Western - Ground floor;room 147




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Vidic shaken his head at Derrick's inquiry. "I didn't do any cross-referencing. I just got the job info." He pulled another drawer open and pulled out a box. As he opened it,the box released a pneumatic hiss. He extracted what appeared to be two square bandages and two contact lens holders. "I came with hardware. For records and review on-site. All recorded information is beamed to my computer." He puled out another "bandage" and "contact lens". As he unwrapped the first item,he recited, "Troat mike. Whisper sensitive,blends in perfectly with the skin." He pressed the device to his throat. He opened the container,revealing what appeared to be a perfectly normal contact lens. "Iris cam. All it is is a fancy micro-scale colour video camera." The iris for that camera was the same colour as his eyes. "I brought one set per active field member. Always be prepared." He popped the iris cam onto his eye,letting a single tear roll down his face.
 
The Lounge





"Super..." Reisuke thought harder.


"Oh yeah! I remember now. I'm here because I recently joined HIVE..." he said. "Thank you."


About his powers... what about his powers? He couldn't remember that one quite as clearly yet. But the recent connection he made with the cold air seemed to life the fog around his memory.


"Cyrokinesis..." he finally replied. "I think my power is cyrokinesis. At least, that's what they told me." He looked up at the girl, reserved yet earnest. "Thanks again." He thought that if he ran into the girl again, they might even become better friends.


"Um, what's your name?" he asked quietly, avoiding her gaze. Instead, he was watching another curious pair exchange greetings. Then they began to talk about something interesting.


"Did you hear about Jason..?" one whispered to the other.


"Yeah, it's the only thing that James can talk about lately. He's so hyped up about it," the other one replied, sighing.


Jason? he thought. Who's he? Apparently his answer machine was right in front of him, so he decided to ask her another question.


"And... who's Jason?"
 

HIVE Cafeteria




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Alexis nodded at Evangeline's question. She didn't know much about it herself, but she knew some of the basic things about it. She also hoped to take part in the search. She wanted to find her fellow teammate even if she didn't know him that well.


"They are. I want to ask if I can join. I don't know if my power will be useful for searching unless there is a fight, but I want to do my part in finding my fellow HIVE member."


Alexis did not ask if she was going to look as well or wanted to. Right now she felt that she didn't know her well enough to question her about it. If Eva didn't want to go look, then it was none of Alexis's business, right?
 

The HIVE;


Lounge

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It seemed he had finally caught on, as Hazard had caught the little glint of knowledge after he repeated her. Even going as far as to state he recently joined the team, the girl wondered to herself if one of the cards her leader held was his. As she stood in front of him though, it only got more confusing as the boy seemed to be discovering his powers the same time he was telling her. Mary simply nodded along, trusting whoever exactly ’told him’, that he was able to use cyrokinesis.


Then he asked for her name, and she almost shamelessly blurted her first name before correcting herself subconsciously. “Hazard” and then she also remembered that the boy in front of her was a part of HIVE “or Mary, but you know, in costume-in name” she noted. As if what she said was a real saying she nodded, solemnly until her ear also caught on to what the girls were talking about. It seemed like all the rage these days, the missing Jason Locke that may have vanished or… walked away from HIVE. Then the confused boy once again threw her thought out the window as he asked who exactly they were talking about. After a moment of bafflement, where she just stood and thought, she eventually shrugged lightly.


“Jason Locke? The trainee that went missing a few…” she wasn’t exactly sure how long ago it was, now, “Uh, Sometime ago” She noted.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Mimori glared at all of the males indignantly. Grumpily, she removed her jacket and stalked back to the kitchen area, shoving the duct tape back into the drawer. "I'd like to see them try to think when their brain's on the verge of exploding." She muttered to herself, not intending for anyone to hear. She continued to eat her almonds, and thought for a while.


How could she feel so insignificant? Especially about the one thing that separates her from a normal human being? The on e aspect of her that's actually powerful. She knew she had to do better. Her thoughts were immediately interrupted my the telephone ringing.


She quickly answered the phone, hoping the males would be mindful. She had to become Clarity again.


"Hello?" She answered.


"Hi sweetie!" An older woman on the other line replied.


"Hi Mom," Clarity replied. She quickly stepped out of the apartment and into the hallway.


"So how are things?" Clarity's mom asked.


Clarity replied "Oh, things are good. San Francisco is..." She looked through the doorway to the super. "Quite an exciting place."


"Oh, how nice! Be sure to send me some pictures," her mom said.


"Oh, and you have to visit your Aunt Emma and Claire while you're there," she suggested.


Clarity groaned. With all of the things she had to deal with, Trust Fund Claire was the last problem she had to deal with. She was so full of herself, always talking about how she's always deemed to the trends, hair this, makeup that, and Clarity couldn't stand being criticized about how she "carried" herself, and how other people view her, apparently. Her aunt was hardly any better.


"Do I really have to visit them? I have so much other stuff to do here, I doubt I'll have any time to visit them." Clarity protested.


"Clarity Diana Sampson, you know how important our family views are. I can't believe you're telling me that you won't even take the time to visit your family." Clarity's mom scolded.


"Mom, you and Aunt Emma don't even keep in contact with each other." Clarity protested.


"That is not the point! I want you and Claire to have a better relationship than we did, before it's too late."


Clarity sighed. She was happy that she took this telephone conversation outside. She felt she already exposed enough of herself, and the day isn't even over.


"Fine. I'll see if I can-" Clarity stopped when she heard the super stir.


"What the hell is going on here?" The man growled. Clarity instantly felt a shot of adrenaline, like energy was being restored to her.


"I can't talk right now, I have to go," Clarity quickly uttered.


"Wait, I heard something." Her mom said, concerned. "Who is that?"


"It's just the TV mom, my show's on. Bye." And with that, she hung up the phone.


The threshold seemed like a portal to her, separating her two lives. One side was Clarity, and the other side beckoned to have Mimori back. She stepped through the threshold and set the phone down on the coffee table. She knew plague woukd not be happy with the personal phone call, but what did she care? Mimori knew she had the strength to do this.
 
The HIVE : Lounge


"Oh, he's missing? No wonder everybody's been talking about it." he looked at Hazard, or Mary, who he seemed to get the vibe that she wasn't particularily interested. "Or at least, the people I've happened to stumble across so far," he added. But why was it so special? Anybody could have left, if they wanted to. And if they couldn't, then they should. Nobody should be forced to stay here, no matter how luxurious it may be compared to home sweet home.


"What's so special about Jason?" he asked again, not realizing that it was an old habit of his to bombard people with questions. Then he muttered quietly, "If you know anything about him..." It was strange that everybody was talking about how just one person left. Maybe he had a highly dangerous power. His stomach for curiosity wouldn't let him walk away.
 

The HIVE;


Lounge

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“Yeah…” Mary noted trailing off; the blonde kid didn’t actually know what was going on here, and it made her worried. The feeling was also brought on by the fact they were talking about Jason Locke, which she wasn’t sure if they were supposed to or not. Despite her hesitancy in talking, she was dwelling on his next question, almost thinking that he didn’t want to know. The girl’s face didn’t show any of her inner thought though, simply staring at the boy with blue eyes and shifting her weight.


“Jason…” she started, “He could steal other people’s powers….for good” she finished, looking around a little antsy, now. Then deciding to elaborate, “If he touches you, your powers gone from you, but he has it for good…” she noted, nodding to herself. “Not many people are sure why he left, and he didn’t tell anybody…to my knowledge…” she hoped that would best explain the situation. Shifting once again, she flexed her hand in her inner palm, almost to make sure her powers were still there.


“What’s your name by the way?” Hazard finally submits, although trying to discern his name for the entire conversation she could not find it. All she knew that he was probably one of the youngest agents, that is, if he was an agent… “…and are you an agent or a trainee?” she noted, completing her afterthought.
 
Location: Clarity's Apartment





Fuilteach looked at the door that was still open. He waited for the girl to get off the phone and step back inside, then he closed the door, locked it, and sealed it, like before. He looked at the Super and kicked him in the gut, hard. He then knelt next to his face and began the interrogation.


"Who do you work for?" He asked in a calm tone.


"F*** you, asshole!" The Super spat at him.


Fuilteach closed his eyes and smiled. Oh, he loved those who gave him trouble. He looked at the girl and Vanish and motioned for them to leave the room. This was about to get...Messy. Fuilteach pulled a safety pin from his pants and showed it to the Super. He grinned widely and held his head down with his foot, and shoved the pin under the Super's eyelid, shoving it all the way behind the eye. The Super screamed loudly, which made Fuilteach quickly use some of his blood to muffle the man by putting the blood over the man's mouth. He wiggled the needle around, making blood pour into the Super's eye. Fuilteach waited for the Super to stop screaming and unmuffled him.


"Now...Who do you work for?" Fuilteach asked again.


"I...I...I work by myself! Gah, please, please stop!!! Please!" The Super pleaded.


"Is that right now? Well, then, my friend, do you know about a missing girl?" Fuilteach asked, his Irish accent seeming to get thicker.


"I don't know nothing!" The Super sputtered.


"Really? Well, too bad that I am a grammatical stickler, since you just said a double negative...Now, sit back, me friend, for you may feel some pain; 'tis a pity I forgot...Me Novocain..." Fuilteach chided.


He pried the Super's mouth open and reached in. He gripped one of the Super's teeth and pulled. After a few seconds, he ripped out the tooth, roots and all. He then went to work on a different, random tooth, ripping that one out as well. He then muffled the man again and punched him in the face several times, breaking the Super's nose, blackening his eye, and leaving several bruises. He ripped off one of the Super's ears, grinning wildly as he did so. Fuilteach stood up and punted the Super in the shoulder, hitting a pressure point. He then took the safety pin and shoved it under one of the Super's fingernails, pushing it deep and wiggling it around. He flipped the Super over to where he was on his back and put his foot on the Super's chest.


"Are you done lyin', boyo?" Fuilteach asked calmly.


"O-o-okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'll say everything! Please, just...Just stop...Please..." The Super said, starting to cry.


"Well, then. Talk." Fuilteach said, finally calming down. He rubbed his temples, attempting to rub away his headache.


"Okay...This guy...His name is like...Rico, or something like that. He's going to be at Innerfog tonight!" The Super confessed.


Innerfog?! Fuilteach knelt down next to the Super and tapped his cheek a few times. He was just at Innerfog...Did this Super know the group of thugs Fuilteach had beaten a few hours before? He looked into the Super's eyes and patted him on the head.


"What's he look like?" Fuilteach asked calmly, giving no indication that he knew of Innerfog or the group of thugs.


"He...Looks...Like you." The Super said slowly, a look of realization and horror growing on his face.
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment on Main


Wade watched Mimori curiously as she stepped outside with the phone. "Civilian life calls," he muttered to himself. "No pun intended..."


He stood up and stretched, looking around. As an afterthought, he went over and turned the TV off. It seemed everyone had forgotten about the news reporter, steadily droning onwards. He spun deftly and leaned against the wall as Mimori walked back in, but his attention was commanded by Fuilteach. "Leave the room?" asked Wade, slightly disconcerted. "I'm not your average teen, you know." He didn't move, but he felt apprehensive. Fuilteach didn't play around.


Wade winced when the man began his "work." The man was up for a beating. The blood manipulator brandished a safety pin; then leant forward and stabbed it under his eyelids. Wade felt his breath suddenly leave him, collapsing slightly. Even before Fuilteach could continue, he looked down and away. The man's screams still reached him.


But then it muted. Wade shruddered slightly, staring at a box on the floor as Fuilteach continued. A moment of inquiry. Then back to the torture.


Despite himself, he shrank to the floor and balled his hands into clenched fists. The man screamed, and yelled; God, what could make a man scream like that? He staggered to his feet, half-way conscious that he shouldn't appear weak, and happened to look up.


Fuilteach was ripping off the man's ear.


Wade blanched, covering his mouth, then turned and switched into the alternate dimension. There, the thin air didn't carry the sound of retching. Oh, God, was it even possible to rip off someone's ear?


He reappeared in Mimori's living room, staggering, holding onto a wall. He wiped his mouth with his jacket sleeve, then turned to face Fuilteach. He had finished the interrogation. "Remind me," he rasped, "to leave when you tell me to, next time."


The man still laid on the floor, missing an ear and some teeth, in a pool of his own blood. A safety pin skewered his finger.


Wade blanched again and turned away from the carnage.
 
Nicolai - Boulevard - San Francisco


Nicolai quietly made his way down the pristine sidewalk, choosing his steps with a play-like casualty His demeanor matched that of a small child, as opposed to the stressed, complicated and mentally unstable adult he currently embodied. As Nicolai crossed a street, he narrowly avoided being hit by a driver who turned on a red light. Shouting obscenities at Nicolai, the Brash man continued to harass Nicolai, finishing by calling him a "toothpick".


While Nicolai's composure remained stoic during the verbal abuse, he grew irritated when the man starting blaring his horn and cursing. His language was most foul, and in present company, meaning women and children, Nicolai felt obliged to silence the man.


Calmly approaching the vehicle, Nicolai reached a leather clad hand. The hand oddly looked like it had very pointed fingers.. or nails as it promptly pierced the driver's side door and ripped it raggedly off. Proceeding, Nicolai pulled on the seatbelt till it was tightened to a vice around the driver's chest and throat.


" Listen closely and Listen well Little man...."





Nicolai's eyes slowly changed to they're angry amber hue as he spoke, causing the Brash man's attitude to rapidly change from cocky to terrified.


" You are going to drive home. Maintaining a speed well under the speed limit. You will obey all traffic laws and regulations, and you will not honk this horn once during that time. In fact..."





Nicolai casually reached into the car and dug his talons into the horn cushion, ripping the center piece out of the steering wheel and setting off the airbag. Pinned in place by the oversized airbag, the Brash man had no choice but to listen to Nicolai continue chastising him.


" As I was saying. No honking, No speeding, No road rage. and when you finally do get home, you will go inside, and you will call S.F.P.D. and confess to all your little violations. Do I make myself clear?"


The Brash man was dumbstruck silent, maintaining the voiceless gasping until Nicolai shredded the airbag in a small fit of impatience.


His voice took on a much more grave and rough tone as it rose, repeating itself.


" I said, Do I make Myself Clear?"


 The Brash man nodded his head mutely as Nicolai finally released him. Sitting in the middle of the intersection a few minutes longer, he watched Nicolai walk away, barely controlled anger expressed in his set and shaking shoulders. When convinced he was safe again, the Driver drove on past a 5 story building with a woman talking on a wireless phone, occasionally looking back at Nicolai, until he vanished from sight...
 
Bar


When no opportunity presents itself within five or ten minutes' time, and Midas does not stir up one of his own makings, Rikarah grows restless, second guessing his ability to serve and work well within the framework of Division. Unless the boy surprises and impresses her suddenly and soon, she has little interest in his becoming a new recruit as of now.


Switching on the communicative device that is hooked to her ear, connecting her with the others in Division, Rikarah speaks aloud in a low tone, her face averted to avoid any reading of lips by others. "Division, Reflectra speaking. Reporting in."
 
Midas looks around, and leaves the bar, figuring that it would be less trouble to just find someone else who could help him on his tablet. He didn't know what he could do to get accepted into Division. He might as well just keep doing as he usually did, helping the poor and getting money. He walks out of the bar and takes an alleyway to his right. As he walks along the alleyway, he drags his fingers across the wall, leaving streaks of gold through it. He stops when he hears a woman scream, and scans the alleyway. Near the end, behind a dumpster, he sees a woman thrashing on the ground, struggling to remove something form her neck.


Just then, it begins to drizzle lightly, revealing an invisible figure on top of the woman, choking her with one hand and rummaging through her purse with the other. Midas sprints at the invisible man, and tackles him to the ground. He turns his clothes golden so he is unable to move, and begins pummeling his face with his golden fists, breaking his nose and leaving lacerations in his face and splotchy bruises. He forms his hand into a vicious serrated blade, and begins bringing it down towards the invisible man's heart, melting away some of the golden shirt to reveal his invisible chest.
 
Alley


As Midas leaves without a word, Rikarah keeps her comm connection with the rest of Division open as she follows him outside. She stands back a distance from the figures in the alley, showing no sign of her thoughts as she observes Midas defending the woman whom the invisible super is clearly attempting to kill. Crossing her arms, she watches closely, mentally noting his actions as she speaks into the comm device again.


"Reflectra. Possible recruit. Standby."
 
Location: HIVE Cafe


She leaned over, much closer, as if the other members were listening in on their conversation. Not that that really mattered, seeing as the others didn't seem to take much interest in being near the shadow user.


"The higher ups should grant us permission to search, right?"


 

Best Western - Ground floor,room 147




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Awaiting his comrade's responses,Vidic opened his laptops disk drive,and loads a blank Blu-Ray disc,after labeling it "Recorded Data",followed by the date. As the laptop brought up a window asking him what to do with the blank disc,he closed the window,and opened Sony Vegas,and closed the windows that had the data on his teammates. They were saved to very well hidden and passphrase protected folders on his hard-drive. He pulled what appeared to be an extremely bulky USB drive from a USB port,and opened it,revealing what appeared to be a hearing aid. He popped it into his ear,and pressed it. Three blinking green LED's came to life. It was,in actuality,a speaker,linked to the throat-mikes.


After he turned on the mike,he was immediately greeted by Reflectra,reporting in. "This is Infinita Caro. Copy. Keep us posted."
 
Exiting the airport


"Excuse me, sir. But you must leave the plane, everyone has already left.. San Francisco IS your destination, right?" The female flight attendant kindly asked Hiroshi, smiling. The flight attendant's voice seemed a bit distant, sense he was taking a nap for the trip. Hiroshi, waking up from his long nap, rubbed his eyes, and looked up to the woman. "Yes ma'am, I'll be on my way." Hiroshi responded to her, as he gets up from his seat, and heads out through the door, leaving the plane and then continued walking to eventually leave the airport. He didn't even have any bags, sense he obviously lives here, so it didn't take long for him to leave that area. Once he made it outside the airport, he turned on his Bluetooth communicator, and listened to Vidic and Rikarah speak, confirming that Rikarah has a possible recruit and to report back if anything else happens. Hell, looks like these guys were here all along.. Hiroshi thought to himself.


He raised his hand to the communicator on his ear, and tapped a button so it would allow him to speak to the whole group. "This is Destroyer, I have just arrived at San Francisco. Anyone need of any assistance? I'll be heading down to the nearest cafe around the airport, so if you guys got anything, I'll be listening." Hiroshi said, hoping that they'll probably have something for him. Could use some coffee though.. He thought to himself, as he makes his way towards the café as he had said he would.
 

HIVE Cafeteria




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Alexis leaned closer too, although she didn't intend to. It was just something that happened when someone else leaned in. She nodded at Eva's comment and an idea sparked in her mind.


"Would you like to go search with me? I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we asked to help." Alexis then shook her head. "I mean you don't have to come with me to look. I'm fine with going on my own."
 
Seeing everything unfold before him, Derrick had a feeling of relief. "That eases things up." he thought to himself. It would be easier if they moved in a more coordinated fashion. "Vidic, ask about their location. Tell them we'll meet up at the closest place to everyone. We can't linger around and risk compromising your place." he ordered.


Derrick inspected Vidic's tools and gadgets. It looked like he was putting Division funds to good enough use. The objects were all state-of-the-art. He carefully installed the necessary gadgets on his person. He turned to Anton. "What are you waiting for, get yours and use 'em." he said plainly as not to appear too bossy nor strict.


[[OOC: sorry for the long absence, I was busy with finals. >.>]]
 
Best Western


"I'm goin', I'm goin'," Anton replied, sitting up, rubbing his nose. Putting in the earpiece, he worked his jaw a little, making sure that it wouldn't fall out easily, and it didn't.


"So, if we're gonna get going; when and where?" he asked, getting off the bed as he made his way to the door, attempting to straighten out his suit.
 

Best Western - Ground floor;room 147




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He nodded to Derrick,and spoke to Rikarah again, "This is Infinita Caro. What is your current position,Reflectra? We will randezvous nearby." He changed his frequency to that of the Destroyer's. "It's Infinita Caro. I didnt know you were assigned to this job,Destroyer. Did you bring your own iris-cam and throat-mike? I dont want anyone out here blind and deaf."
 
Alley


Still watching Midas in action, Rikarah replied to Vidic, still sending the message aloud to the others of Division as well. "Infinita Caro, position based 743 East Parker Avenue, side street past Smooth Cafe."


She is still remaining just out of sight of the super who is after the woman, careful to keep her voice low. She will step in if needed, but as of now she prefers to watch Midas's decisions.
 

Best Western - Ground Floor;room 147




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Vidic switched back over to Rikarah's frequency. "Copy. We'll randezvous at the following co-ordinates..." Vidic read off a set of co-ordinates,which he had quickly fetched from his computer. It was the midpoint between their three positions. "...On the roof. Infinita Caro out." He switched back over to the Destroyer's frequency and awaited his reply. Vidic stood up,and motioned for Anton and Derrick to follow him out.
 
Midas doesn't not stab the man, but instead grabs his throat, and jams the blade into a power cord running up the side of the wall. He had learned to control the flow of electricity as it passed through his body, and sent most of the amps into the ground to disperse safely, but none of the volts. He ends up electrocuting the man, who is now visible due to the current going through his body. Midas pulls out his blade, and returns his hand to normal. He let's go of the man, who is now unconscious, and pulls out a pen and piece of paper. Midas writes the nature of the man's crimes, and stuffs it into his hand.


He pulls his hood up, and then picks the man up with ease. He binds the man's hands by turning his sleeves golden and fusing them together, and carries the man to the nearest police station, through alleyways and low-populated areas. He tosses the man in front of the doors to the police station, and quickly sprints to the nearest alley. He hears someone shout, but decides not to noticed. Instead, he grabs a bunch of newspaper and old clothing from the ground, and walks over to a dumpster. He covers himself in the garbage, and stays hidden from the two police officers that walk into the alleyway. They look confused for a moment, then continue running.
 

Best Western

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Now with the earpiece in, Anton could hear another voice ringing off inside his head, a woman, who was apparently another division member.


"I guess I know where we're going then; supposedly," the former crook said sarcastically, swinging the door open, awaiting the others on their way out.


Pulling a piece of paper from his hair, which had apparently gotten stuck there, made him laugh out loud, letting go of the door while he clutched at his sides, letting the paper, apparently something about a super that lost his marbles.
 
Following Midas, outside alley


Rikarah is much more satisfied with these chosen actions of Midas's, and though she still does not speak or show herself plainly through most of it, she allows her lips to curve into a smile. She follows him at a distance as he takes the man he before the police station, taking care to look as if she is simply a bystander, and then into the nearest alley. After the police have passed them by for some time, she walks up to him, nudging his covering with her foot.


"You can come out now. And in a short period of time, we will be joined by others."
 
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