[center][h3][color=BA55D3]Home Of the Wisp[/color][/h3][/center]
[center][sub][@PlatinumSkink][/sub][/center]

Luckily for Wisp 'observant' was not a word used to describe the Rockers and her presence was un-noticed. The fiery illusion however, was certainly noticed, and caused them all to collectively recoil from it. "It's Wisp!" called out goon #2 with a distinct undertone of fear. Goon #1 however seemed to be somewhat more excited about it. [b]"Told ya she hangs out around here."[/b] He said triumphantly. Then he put his pickaxe down and... Knocked and the door politely. [b]"Ahem, Mr or Mrs Wisp. The Rockers would like you to join our gang to-"[/b] he paused for a moment and furrowed his brow in concentration as though he was trying very hard to remember something. Then it seemed he remembered in a moment so obvious one could expect the light in his helmet to turn on for a brief moment and he continued. [b]"To be the light at the end of our tunnel."[/b] He seemed very proud of that. Whether he was proud of remembering what someone had told him to say or proud of thinking of it was unknown but both were reasonable guesses. Regardless it was so lame it could barely be called cliché, but a recruitment offer was what it was.


[center][h2][b][u][color=0054a6]The PRT Building[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][@solokolos][/center]

Zach felt the truck come to a stop and he was unloaded, carried into the PRT building as though he were on a stretcher. As he was carried in he might observe a scarred boy in a wheelchair clicking away on a laptop. Of course even if he said anything he'd be carried on further into the building and placed in a square glass box. The reason for this was clear as the foam was sprayed and melted off of him, draining into a grill in the floor. Zach was then escorted a cell-like room with a bed, sink, dark window, and thankfully enclosed toilet. He could resist of course but that would needlessly complicate things as there was no way he was getting out of here at this point in time.

He would be kept here for around an hour until the dark window suddenly brightened, revealing somebody in the PRT uniform standing there. The unknown man was about 5 feet and 8 inches tall, with a receding gray hairline, somewhat bushy mustache, and a stern face. [b]"Zach Kozel. Known to some as Shielder. You've been doing vigilante work long enough to get something of a reputation. Today you're found fleeing a crime scene with several dead men, a police officer among them, a bloody crowbar in your wake."[/b] He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. His voice was gruff, draconian, and certainly no-nonsense. He continued speaking reciting in a monotone voice, [b]" You have the right to remain silent; anything the you say can and may be used against you in a court of law; you have the right to have an attorney and you cannot afford the services of an attorney, to have one appointed."[/b] Before returning to his normal speech, [b]"Keeping that in mind you want to explain to us what happened?"[/b] 


[center][h2][b][u][color=0054a6]Also The PRT Building[/color][/u][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][@Banana][/center]

Overlook, if he bothered to look up from his screen might observe a tall thin boy with green eyes that were a darker contrast to his own, encased in yellow containment foam being carried past him. Of course even he said anything the guards would simply carry on. That was the only event of note for the next 45 minutes or so. A 20 something pretty, sharply dressed women, then walked up to him and said politely, [i]"The Director will see you now, please follow me."[/i] Assumed he followed her he would be lead through a few corridors before finally entering what could hardly be called an office. It was not much more than a desk, a computer, and a few chairs. The [url=http://img.cinemablend.com/cb/3/2/5/a/b/9/325ab9abb1cc63a9035e2f4cfe6ff9a65bcee89d40e6c52b76b9400bcddb7fe0.jpg]Director[/url] sat at the only desk in question, his gaze immediately being on Overlook and the attendant as they entered. [i]"Thank you Eva, I'll call you back in when we're finished."[/i] Eva nodded and left quietly, leaving Overlook alone with the Director, who gave him a stern once-over with his eyes. [i]"Ruben Manhattan, you call yourself Overlook. Decoy tells me you're the source and owner of our little [b]visitor.[/b]"[/i] The Director paused momentoraily on that word, though his tone was civil enough one could sense he seemed might displeased at that. He also seemed like a person you didn't want to be displeased with you. [i]"Decoy was also kind enough to arrange for a direct meeting with me. So Ruben, what can I do for you, and what can you do for me?"[/i] 

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

Retcon spoke up from around the corner just a few feet in front of the twins. [color=pink]"Nice, but we'd better hurry up if you want to make it out, these guys are everywhere."[/color] Once they got there Retcon would once again take off in a comical running motion that seemed to involve a lot of unnecessary arm flailing. In a few moments they burst out into a street homefre- nope, definitely not homefree. In fact they'd entered the street into just as no less than three police officers [b]and[/b] a dog were about to enter the alley they'd come from. Retcon seemed prepared for this however and immediately charged the group. The dog immediately latched onto his leg and Retcon dove to the ground, though that didn't prevent him from receiving a taser. Despite this he managed to have enough momentum to crash into the feet of another officer, laughing manically the whole time. The last un-preoccupied officer took out a gun and fired at Gaia. Illegal? Probably, but they had bigger problems. Interpreting Retcon's actions or deciding to do their own thing, either way things were about to get messy.