[color=blue][h1][center]Episode 0[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=blue][h3][center]Rebirth[/center][/h3][/color]

It was a calm and peaceful night in Edging... relatively speaking of course, compared to nearly any other city it was a horrible night to be out and about. The gangs roamed around neighbourhoods, corrupt business men participated in less than moral practices, innocent civilians were mugged in the street and that was just the tip of the iceberg. Amid all the chaos, one thing stood out as especially abnormal.

A lone car drove through one of the old neighbourhoods which had yet to be torn down and turned into acceptable living accommodations. The car stopped outside one of the houses and from the passenger seat stepped Scott Nexton, recluse billionaire, who was well into his seventies. Before closing the door to the car he turned around and poked his head into the car "I won't take long, just wait here." Mr.Nexton said to the driver who simply gave him a nod. 

Scott walked into the house taking his time to look at every aspect of the suburban home from its broken floorboards to its mood filled walls. Meanwhile outside another car drove up but this car was very different from the car that Mr.Nexton had ridden in. This car was adorned with spikes and flame decals, all the tell tale signs of Rioteers. Before the driver of Scott Nexton's car had time to react one of the Rioteers had broken the window of the car and knocked out the driver, all with one powerful punch.

On a bad day Scott would have noticed all the noise coming from outside and today was a good day so naturally he was well aware of the thugs outside. With a face that displayed no emotion he walked towards the door, fists clenched. He may not have been as fit as he once was but he was likely still leagues ahead of everyone of the thugs outside. Scott left the door ready for a fight but was taken off guard by one of the Rioteers who had been hiding near the door. 

It was not a pretty scene as the Rioteers began beating on Mr.Nexton who was simply biding his time, looking for an opening but one passerby would throw off Scott's plans, one passerby would be destined for greatness, [i]one[/i] passerby didn't know what she was getting herself into if she decided to defend the old man. 

[center]That passerby was Jennifer.[/center]