[color=666699][i]Among the chaos that brews is always a glint of hope. One that attracts all the rest of the hope within the chaos together. This is what happens when chaos' natural enemy, order, arises. Order among chaos usually resolves chaos. Who knows what'll happen when this glint of hope attracts more. Will they sit in the center, dissipating the surrounding chaos? Or will it dissolve and scatter among the chaos, never to be seen again?[/i][/color]

[h2][color=ff0000]Roman Torchwick[/color][/h2]

Roman orders some of his men in. [color=FF0000]"Alright, boys. It's time for a lockdown. I mean every man, woman, and child inside. Head count, and report back. And be [i]sure[/i] to check the old base. I don't want any of our... feral brothers hiding out there. If they can't afford to live here, they can leave. Assuming they find an exit that isn't blocked by us or Grimm."[/color] Remembering the White Fang members who occasionally inhabit these halls, Roman was sure to be careful not to insult the fleabags. He was cruel, not dumb.

[b]"Yes, boss."[/b] The soldier replies, as he and the others gathered exit the now-emptied Beacon Academy in the aircrafts they had gotten used to. [color=FF0000]"Man, it's good being king."[/color] Roman says to himself. After a few seconds of silence, he says aloud [color=FF0000]"I know we can't find more hunters. That's what we're doing here at Beacon: training great hunters. To work for us."[/color] A few more seconds of silence pass. [color=FF0000]"Yeah, yeah. They need Aura. I know, but we're doing the best we can. Scooping up every window licker with a certain glow about 'em. We-"[/color]

At that, the doors burst open again, revealing a slim frame. Feminine curves, but not long hair. The glare keeps her out of sight. [color=FF47A3]"I might have news you want. Master."[/color] Roman knew the voice. Very well. The voice from the woman glided through the air, as though they were made of silk. The redheaded leader smirks and tells she-who-has-been-away-for-far-too-long [color=FF0000]"well let's hear it, baby doll."[/color] At the remark, the woman sets down a scroll and walks out, saying [color=FF47A3]"that's the message. Don't sniff it for my scent too long, darling."[/color] Roman, now annoyed, yet with a slight bump in the crotch of his pants, walks over, picks up the bottle, and walks to his chambers, saying only [color=ff0000]"I think we've found it."[/color]

[h2][color=00ffff]Magdeline[/color][/h2]

Magdeline has been outside observing all this, but she couldn't hear anything after the soldiers left. If only sound bugs could crawl. She was only able to see Roman talking, but nobody else in the room. Until that lady came in. She wasn't there long enough to get a good look, but her body language was very responsive to Roman. Maybe a lover? Interested coworker? No clue, but what she did know was there was a scroll in Roman's possesion now. And from the dictator's face, it couldn't have been good news for the Uprising. Saying nothing, she deactivates her bug, catching blips of soldiers telling people to get in their houses and... things much worse than that.

Once back at the base, in the middle of the industrial district's underground, Magdeline reveals what she knows to her team. [color=00ffff]"We need to figure out what they're planning with that scroll, could one of you be a dear and get some more information on scrolls, probably those dealing with power, if I know Roman well enough. And I'm sure I do. Now, since they're starting a curfew, we need to be extra careful when we plan meetings later in the day. If we make a night time meeting, use rooftops or underground if you can. If you must use ground level, take back roads. I'd rather you be late than dead. Hear me?"[/color] She asks her final question with tears starting to well up. [i]Dammit, I can't keep going to the past. I need to focus on here, now, and [b]these[/b] kids that need help.[/i] Taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes, Magdeline continues. [color=00ffff]"Now, I've done some scouting about the patrols, and I've marked them on the boards. The red dots are where they start and are at the top of the hour. avoid the lines as much as you can. If you need somewhere to stay after a meeting, you're more than welcome to stay at my house, but you'll have to be careful not to mess up the morning head count. Know the patrols. Be safe. I love you all. Now get home and get some rest. Avoid fighting. Next meeting: same time, same place, exactly one week. I'll find a hole in their defence for us to pounce on."[/color]