[color=a2d39c][b]Maxwell Donovan[/b][/color]

He glanced towards the play with a look of slight irritation as he had forgotten to bring his lighter.

Maxwell had hidden a gun on him, plus a transmitter he could activate by depressing the small button on the device under his tongue. Once activated Prototype would come bursting in with one of the flyers guns blazing. Not that he was fully certain she would come in to find him still living, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Or rather, he literally did not care about the risks.

It was easy enough to find who he was supposed to meet; those sort of people always stood out no matter how they tried. It was a certain air about them that many average people lacked. An air of confidence and power. Something he had learned to recognize in his young days. Plus, they were strangely attentive towards their surroundings, instead of the play. Making his way towards them after a few minutes, he sat down in an empty seat.

"Wrap this around your eyes. We'll take you to see our leader."

It seemed... that they had enough pull to hire Knightmare, and that other lady, who he was certain was some sort of super as well. Well, just his luck. A piddling pistol won't do him much good if they decide to off him. But then again, no weapon was going to help him fight against supers, not in his old age.

He took the cloth silently, giving it a flick before wrapping it around his eyes. Here's to hoping they won't take him on a hike.

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

She sat there, staring emptily at nothing in particular.

Prototype sat somewhere near the edge of the city, on a bench near a vending machine. She was to sit here and wait for the signal, either an OK or an SOS from Maxwell. But until then, she had to stay here, watching an empty street with only the occasional people passing by. The battle against those Champions did not go so well, considering there was a large magical fluffy teddy bear that distrupted her. All her tactical advantages had been lost and she was forced to retreat, after killing that one person that had opened their door.

She swung her feet restlessly, sneaking glances at the vending machine.

Maxwell did give her the orders to stay there until he gives the signal, but surely he would not mind if she just... . Glancing around guiltily, she got out of her seat and inspected that vending machine. With a few quick movements, she bought a drink and darted back to her seat. With a slight smile on her face, she popped it open, and took a deep swig.

Instead of the delightful bubbly sweetness she expected, it was something entirely different.

Looking at the lable with disgust, she wondered what sort of doctor sold this drink, and whether she had inadvertently took some sort of drug. With a slight dejected look on her face now, she started sipping slowly at the drink, waiting for something to happen.