[color=6ecff6][b]Prototype 2[/b][/color][hr]

It was easy enough to stay unnoticed among the crowd in the airport, for the Champions were not looking for Prototype or even knew she existed. Planting what few bombs Maxwell smuggled in with her was easier still, for the security in the airpost was laughably weak. The plan was simple enough, wait for the Champions to come, and either blow up their plane or the airport itself. Blowing up the plane would be significantly harder to do, with a more immediate effect, but Maxwell was loathe to risk his only unit. So all he had to do was get Prototype to blow up the airport using some timed explosives, just a short time after the Champions left. Long enough so the Champions don't notice, but short enough so their jet leaving could feasibly be linked to the explosion. The best part about this plan was that they didn't even need to plan cold hard evidence implicating the Champions; the general public, in its blind hate after the Nagoya incident, would pin the blame almost immediately on the Champions. Once convinced they were right, not even facts and hard evidence could dissuade them.

Prototype however, had something much more important on her mind, though anyone passing by would think she was just spaced out. Having been told to buy a drink from a vending machine so she could blend in, she had initially balked at the thought of drinking something that fizzled when she opened it. After all, who in the right mind would drink something that [i]hissed[/i] at them? After some angry words from her implanted earpiece, she braced herself for the taste, and took a sip. It was... far beyond anything she had ever tasted, even better than those delicious packed nutrients Maxwell gave her whenever she did well. It danced upon her tongue like a live thing, and yet tasted clear and sweet. It tasted clear. Those words kept looping in her mind whenever she took another sip of the ambrosial drink. 

[color=82ca9d]"All of the Champions should be in that jet now."[/color] Maxwell spoke, his voice slightly distorted through the earpiece. [color=82ca9d]"You did plant all four of the explosives and staggered their countdown right?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Hmm."[/color]

[color=82ca9d]"Press it... now."[/color]

The far end of the airport exploded, though only a slightly muffled sound and tremor reached the area she was in. Ten seconds later, another bomb exploded, nearer this time, exploding a small group of people into chunks of limb and flesh.

[color=82ca9d]"Alright, now follow the crowd out, get the plane and I'll see about your next objective."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Hmm."[/color]

With that she ran out with the frenzied crowd, running at their pace, careful not to accidentally show her abilities. There were more parts to his plans, but she was privy to none of them. Already she could hear anguished screams in Japanese, some wondering why this had to happen, some wondering why the Champions did not save them, and some wondering if this was some sort of revenge plot. A volatile crowd, needing only one spark to light them. Just one rumor, to rile them up. That was not her role, there were many among the public, especially now, that would gladly spread rumors and slander.

Now all she had to do, was ensure their efforts in Australia was thwarted.