[center][h1][color=red]PRT Headquarters[/color][/h1]
[@BCTheEntity][@Lugubrious][@yoshua171][@Banana][@solokolos][@Kafka Komedy][/center]

[color=cyan]"Hmhmhmhmhm,"[/color] chuckled the hologram of Decoy as he observed the goings on in the firing range. It was clear that he had found the entire thing quite amusing. Or at least that's how he projected himself. Nobody could ever truly be certain when it came to this enigmatic tinker. [color=cyan]"Overlook, we'll take this private. It's nothing to concern my Wards with."[/color] The hologram reached out to The Eye, and although it could not physically touch the machine, it did shield the thing from vision. 

Sonar let out a small sigh. [color=lightblue]"It's probably just as well. If this Overlook is a tinker, there's nobody better suited for this situation than Decoy. Especially since Decoy practically runs this building and all of its defen-"[/color] In an instant Sonar's expression changed from one of relief to one of urgency. His eyes, barely visible behind the soundwave dampening helmet, opened wide, while his lips parted somewhat. [color=lightblue]"Oh Snapple! Wards, with me! Decoy, there's trouble nearby, but we've got this!"[/color] The youngest hero of the group waved the team on and took off toward the elevator, about forty feet down the corridor from the shooting range.

Jesus, what was up with this kid? Did he have some kind of hero complex? Oh. Wait. Well regardless, he had a mission in mind for his team, and at his insistence it was an emergency situation. Sonar adjusted the communications setting on his helmet, then spoke into it directly addressing each member of the Wards, but he had cut off the frequency from the rest of the Protectorate. [color=lightblue]Team, I'm really sorry to pull you around like this, but a high ranking member of The Community stepped into my hearing range and he's got a gang with him. I'm listening in on their plan, but only getting bits and pieces of it right now."[/color]

He stopped inside the elevator, slammed his finger on the button for floor one, then extended an arm out to hold the door for the rest of the Wards.

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[b][h2][center][color=1b1464]Overlook's Bunker.[/color][/center][/h2][/b]

Through the camera of The Eye, Overlook could see the hologram the kids had referred to as "Decoy" dismiss them all, saying that he would handle things. The hologram then moved in on The Eye, blocking all vision from the drone's camera. All Overlook could see now was a large, flabby gut and set of man boobs on a light projection made to resemble a man. Of course, he could still easily attempt to pilot his drone through the hologram, but they were talking now so why ruin a good thing?

[i]I know when my Wards are lying, don't you worry about that.[/i] This was the first reply from TheRe@lD3c0y since their first message on Ruben's computer.

[i]I find it interesting you say you want to be helpful, that you're no threat, and yet you use a drone with video/audio recording capabilities to infiltrate the PRT covertly. The front door not good enough? And for the record, like it or not, you [/i]are[i] a threat. The wealth of information you could have potentially stolen is more damaging in the wrong hands than any superpower. You're smart enough to set this all up, certainly you realized that?[/i]

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[center][h2][color=goldenrod]Denver Alley - Zach[/color][/h2]
[@solokolos][/center]

As Zach took his route home, his paranoia of nearby blacks was, for better or worse, proven to be justified. A tall, well built thug of a man wearing the colors of The Community stepped in front of the would-be dishwasher and stared down at him. The gang banger had a pistol poorly concealed at his hip, and was a good foot and a half taller than Zach himself. Three more gang members stepped into the narrow space behind Zach, each with a weapon of their own. One lazily swung a chain back and forth. Another held a combat knife in his hand. The last brandished a crowbar, smacking it into his open palm with a malevolent grin that just screamed, "Yeah, I'm a badass and I'm about to fuck you up."

"Where you goin', whitey? Don't you know you gotta pay your respects to the owners of dese here streets?"

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[center][h2][color=lightgreen]The Penalty Box - Sonika[/color][/h2]
[@j8cob][/center]

Before Alexander could answer his boss's question, a new body entered the bar. Peculiar, since they hadn't opened yet. This man didn't look like a customer that lost track of the time, nor a drunkard that couldn't care less when it was time to drink. No, this looked to be a man of business. He was short, only about five and a half feet tall, but had the air of a keen killer about him. His skin had an olive complexion, pointing toward a Mediterranean upbringing, while his facial features pointed noticeably toward an Italian heritage. The man's eyes looked sharp, as though they were constantly scanning for trouble through their green lenses. Finally, the man wore a nice Italian black suit, and matching hat. Soon as he entered he spotted Natasha and approached her.

"<Please forgive my intrusion, ma'am,>" he spoke in a flawless Russian accent. "<I have been sent by my employer to speak with you as his representative.>" The man tipped his hat, revealing a thinning hair line and bald spot resting in the very center of his cranium.

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[center][h1][color=red]Icehouse Hideout[/color][/h1]
[@BCTheEntity][@Kafka Komedy][@Eklispe][@yoshua171][/center]

The Broker opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Love Craft. Rather than get upset by the rude intrusion, he gave the strange teenage parahuman a nod of acknowledgement, then answered the question posited to him by the mercenary. [color=purple]"Think of yourself as insurance, Mister Headhunter. I would rather our team come out of an engagement happy and healthy. Thus it it appears that a situation has become too dangerous, I place my trust in your judgment to pull your trigger. I also acquired you for your skills as a spotter, as well as your military tactical training. I do hope this explanation sates your curiosity."[/color]