[b]Cruor[/b]

Cruor simply raised an eyebrow at the boy, wondering if that was him trying his hand at intimidation. If so, he wasn't very good at it. 'So his ability has something to do with sound, very interesting and possibly useful. He could be useful, but I think it best to allow him to call us on his own terms, he seems like a stubborn one.'

"I'll be out of your hair then, just wanted to see why a conduit was spying on Scorn's meeting with Order. However before I leave, I give you a gift." Cruor held out his hand and collected a small amount of blood, forming it into the Reaper's logo, before he snapped his fingers, crystalizing the blood instantly. "If you ever want to sow a little more chaos into the world, just break this and I'll come find you. Consider it an invitation to the Reapers, if you feel so inclined, as it seems you could use some excitement in your life. And with that, I'll be on my way."

He handed the sigil to the boy, and then proceeded to walk towards the roof's edge. Suddenly, the blood beast that he had sent to transport Jacob smashed down on to the roof, seemingly from out or nowhere, growling slightly at the boy before dissolving back into liquid and flowing back into the canisters.

"Also, as a bit of advice, next time you try to intimidate someone, break something, be it stones or bones. Show your strength through actions, not words or parlor tricks like what you did wiith your voice. Just something to thing about."

Cruor then leaped off the roof, using his blooc tendrils to give him the extra boost of power he needed to launch him over to the roof of city hall, where he landed with a crash across from his mistress.

"So I take that since she shot at me, Order didn't decide join us. Can't say I'm too surprised."

[b]Natsha and Nova[/b]

Nova pushed Natasha off of him, turning around to face the new guy but also keeping an eye on his sister in case she tried to charge him from behind.

"Sure, we can give you a tour, just follow me. And watch out for Natasha, she bites."

"Go fuck yourself Nova." 

Nova ignored her sister and took Jacob by the hand, leading him through the rest of the hideout.

"The room we were just in was Natsha's, mines in an off shoot tunnel down this way." He pointed down aways, showing another makeshift wall, this one decorated with a bunch of graffiti art, mostly ones of angels doing various good deeds. The art was very good, and the subject was quite the contrast from those on the other door. "I did the graffiti, Cruor says that I'm an artistic genius, but I just practice a whole lot. Not much else for me to do around here."

Natasha, who was behind them an riding top of the blood wolf, didn't say anything on the manner, as she knew she couldn't due anything artistic for the life of her, except maybe her face paint, and even that wasn't very well done. She could say a lot of things about her brother, but she couldn't say he was a bad artist. 

Nova continued on with his explanation of how the base was set up, "Cruor and some of the other Reapers have rooms in the train cars, and Cruor has a entire tunnel to himself. You're not allowed to go in their without his permission though, so we won't be going in there for now, it's the tunnel with the big red skull over the covering. Scorn's room is somewhere around here, I don't know where though. Do some exploring to find a tunnel you like, when you do, we'll get to work building up a privacy wall for it. We also have a storage area, for weapons and clothes, on that big freight car in the back." 

Nova ended his short tour by pointing at the large Freight car that was near the very end of the tunnel. It was large and covered in various graffiti, a bunch of skeletons reaching out with clawed hands, baring their teeth like fangs and staring into your soul with glowing red eyes. Nova released Jacob's hand, jogging up to the sliding door and opening it up. Inside one could see a coat rack holding various reaper jackets and hoodies, of various colors, though the dominants were red, white, and black. Their was also a number of guns inside, such as AK-47's, shotguns, hunting rifles, and even a few RPGs.

"So, that's the end of the tour, so go ahead and pick out your reaper jacket and we'll go back to Natasha's room, it's the only one where we can get her laptop to work properly, so that's where the two of us usually spend our time. Any questions?"

[b]Ash[/b]

Ash and the Vanguard were currently still at Washington Avenue, helping with clean up and re-cinstruction as well as applying medical aid to anyone who need it. Luckily, their were no casualties, though the men that Scorn had attacked would be scarred for life, physically and probably mentally as well. Sandy, whose real name was Rick Stevens as what could be seen from his wallet, was currently unconscious, his face scrunched in a pained expression, moaning every few seconds in pain. 

Ash looked at the man, unable to contain the rage he was feeling. What the hell gave those Syndicate goon the right to take away a conduit's powers, to leave them in a state such as this. He clicked his tongue as he turned around, facing Ace as he came up to speak to him. Ace was a tall man with a shock of dark hair, somewhat tan skin, and intense grey eyes. He was wearing a casual outfit of a black t-shirt and some jeans, though it bore a covering of dust from his work at re-stabilizing the less damaged buildings and creating a frame work around the more damaged ones to avoid further collapse.

"Sir, to be blunt, I think you should have bagged Scorn right then and there, she was open and we outnumbered her three to two, with more on the way."

"Did we really," Ash asked, taking a drag of his cigarette in an attempt to calm himself down, "Scorn was right about one thing, we don't know how many Conduit are sympathetic to her cause. They may not be radical enough to join a group like the Reapers, but they are still out there. Besides, it would have done more harm then good, you know that we're in over are head enough finacially without having to add the destruction that fight would have caused on top of it. Trust me, I want her locked up in the Cay as much a you do, but we have to be careful how we act. As far as the government sees it, we're little better than the reapers, and that's only because they can control us. If we want to start helping conduits get a better name for themselves, then start thinking with your head, not your heart ace."

Ash dismissed Ace with a wave of his hand, looking around as the Vanguard went to work. Lucy, and african-american woman who was a silk conduit and a certified nurse, was providing treatment to the CTU soldiers that had gotten injured in the fighting, Ace went back to stabilizing buildings, and Stephen, a sand conduit as well, was busy cleaning up the huge mess of sand and loading it into dump trucks.

[i]'This mess could have been much worse without us around, we have to show people that Conduits can help people more than we can hurt them'[/i]. That's the first step to clsoing the rifts between normal humans and Conduits, and the Vanguard were the ones building the bridge. [i]'If only people like Scorn weren't constantly tryng to burn it down.'[/i]