[center][h3][color=BA55D3]Home Of the Wisp[/color][/h3][/center]
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When Wisp returned home she would see three burly men with pickaxes assaulting her apartment's door. The pickaxes combined with the overall miner aesthetic made it clear that these men were part of The Rockers, the joke gang of Denver. Joke gang or not however, the pickaxes were proving to be very effective against her door and they would soon make it inside unless they were hindered in some way. There was the question as to why they were assaulting her home in particular but there were no clues as to that tidbit of information. Perhaps a neighbor had noticed the amount of tech they'd slowly acquired and ratted. Perhaps it was a random hit. Or perhaps it was something more sinsiter... Well these were the Rockers we're talking about it, it was probably a random hit.

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[center][h3][color=a7a7a7][b]THE LONG WINDING ROAD TO THE PRT[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
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One of the soldiers turned to look at him and even with the helmet on Overlook could someone sense a large amount of disbelief emanating from the man. "Do we look like capes? Do you... even know what the PRT is? You know we have a website right? Would think a computer nerd like you would've tried breaking into it if not at least looking at it." He said in disbelief and leaned back against the wall. Though he hadn't directly answered the question it could be inferred to be a no. The rest of the trip would pass by relatively quickly and he would be escorted into the PRT building and into a waiting lobby. "The Director should be able to meet with you in an hour or so. You're not to leave before then." The captain said shortly before he and his squad continued deeper into the building. Looks like he'd be here for a bit. But hey! They had free guest wifi! 

[hr][center][h3][color=f49ac2]A Shipping Warehouse[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=pink]"Oh goody."[/color] Said the friggin clown with a grin. [color=pink]"Remember the instructions, Follow the leader in reverse!"[/color] With that the oddly outfitted oogler burst open the door and made a mad dash forward several feet before turning left into an alleyway. At the other end two police officers paused seemingly at the sight of the twins and Retcon: and the two were promptly covered in yellow containment foam and rendered unable to move. Retcon turned the corner, seemingly having no intent to wait for the officer to be freed.