[h1][center][Colour=SlateGray]Jason "Echo" Reed[/colour][/center][/h1]

This theatre was abandoned; desolate. Ruined. In theory, there should have been no-one around, let alone no-one inside. If that was truly the case, what was all this talking, shouting. Of course, in this day, age and society, that was no real question. It was Supernaturals. They congregated here frequently, if he was right. Were [i]Edge[/i] trying to hide people..?

The uproar was quite impressive. You would think that the organisation was attempting to sell all the Supernaturals to the government. Though, there people probably had that under control.

Or perhaps they didn't... Those vans on the way didn't look particularly friendly. In fact, they contained someone Jason had seen before. Mal... They used to be a shapeshifter, if he was right. Or maybe they still one. Either way, he wasn't the same. What exactly had made him convert permanently to the side of humans? What did they offer her, besides protection? It didn't matter...

They were coming in full force by the looks of things. Of, as full force as they could apparently. Did they really think ten people could take down a theatre of Supernaturals? They could have had all the weapons they wanted, and still have been outnumber by half the amount of them. They weren't talking. There was almost nothing coming from the vans.

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Nobody saw Jason enter the theatre. Nobody saw him step onto the stage. If they did, they didn't do anything. They all had their eyes fixated, and still they were so blind. Perhaps that was why they followed warmonger's and peace brokers. They followed whoever seemed the most right like sheep... And it would get them all killed.

There was always a middle way, right?

The two on the stage were in a discussion. Or was it an argument? Either way, it wasn't yet heated. That was a good thing. He stepped around them and stood facing the audience, to the side of the two supers. One was easily recognisable. He shouldn't have known her. Yet the way she looked, the way she spoke, it was obvious. Especially to a turn coat like himself.

Jason stood, his plain white shirt simply hanging limp on his torso; his arms covered by a navy blue jacket. In one ear, a single headphone, with the other hanging limply in front of the shirt. Perhaps it was time to jump in?

[Colour=SlateGray]"I hate to break up your little pow-wow, but we've got a little situation"[/colour] they didn't see him approach. His appearance was unnatural ghost like. It was almost as if he had just merged through the floor next to them, and started talking. Maybe they should have paid more attention.

[colour=SlateGray]"We currently have Scientist forces converging on the theatre as we speak. There are approximately ten, with in theory one Supernatural."[/colour] It was too late...

Or was it? Her voice resonated out across the theatre, and into the crowd. That rasp... It was unmistakable. The way he lingered on every S? Undeniable. 
[colour=SlateGray]"If it isn't Mal! How are you doing? Been a little while, right?"[/colour] oh yeah, that was right... They never actually met. [colour=SlateGray]"You probably don't know me... Know the title? 0X47B.[/colour]

That single code name was a proclamation in of itself. If anyone knew how Supernaturals were filed in some places, they would've identified it immediately. Jason... This was a man who had been in the hands of Scientists and escaped alive. Were there many out there? Probably. But at least they would know.

He took a step away from Jane and the taller man. Mal wasn't out in the open yet. Still, he stepped towards the shadow. The moment he had spoken, he had figured out his exact location. It wasn't hard. That single, shaking line... It rose and dropped in varying ways as he moved inside that shadow; is it twisted in light, and as he took a breath. 

[Colour=SlateGray]"Its too bad we have to meet like this, Mal. The same goes for you, Jane. But I suppose that's just how it works..."[/colour] his footfalls were silent. His breathing was silent. The only noise he made was speech, so there was a chance Mal didn't even know where he was.

But surely he wasn't that naive. In his hand already was a combat dagger. If Mal had any sense, he would have come with ear protection. But maybe he was simply stupid. He had converted to the side of humans in his entirety, after all.

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