[center][b]The Legate[/b][/center]

The report had picture evidence, recordings, an a news report to boot. There was no denying the content, but believing it was proving a difficult task. Aliens had been a topic of some discussion, but only as a sort of "off hand" deal. Considering some heroes could simply be aliens disguised as humans, and at that point it was purely conjecture being thrown around. The colossal improbability of a sapient life form making its way to Earth was somewhere within five to ten times the likelihood of winning the lottery. So imagining the possibility of an Alien just traipsing about and performing acts of vigilantism was, well, baffling.

A purely logical and aggressive individual such as the Legate wasn’t exactly comfortable with the baffling unlikelihoods that most metahumans ascribe to. Now extraterrestrials were doing the same thing, and ultimately on a comparable level? 

If he were a religious individual he might have prayed, because the burden on his shoulders suddenly became exceptionally more massive.

After the videos had been skimmed through, the man put his hand out and retrieved his tablet. “I trust that you are aware that we have informed your team. I’m sorry for the suddenness and alarming nature of the mission. This is of the utmost urgency, we need you to capture and contain this ET.” 

The Legate’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed to slits and he stood from his chair, shoving it aside with a violent motion. “Your training made me ready for the potential of overwhelming physical traits, the drugs remove my fear and give me heightened aggression. But this? I’m not certain my armor will be capable of competing with technology significantly more advanced than my own.” He pointed to the armor attached to the charging station nearby, the dim light in the corner giving the suit an almost bestial appearance despite having a largely humanoid form. “You’ve got to understand that they might simply be able to disable my suit. This thing is purely reactive servos, an electrical short leaves me trapped in my own human shaped grave.” 

He approached the smaller man, accusingly jabbing his finger towards his nose. The smaller man backed off, the man on his right slowly reached towards his hip. He sputtered and waved his hand at his companion, motioning for him to not grab his gun. “I’m aware, Soldier, but you must understand. This isn’t an eventuality we were particularly prepared for, and in this case,” He drifted off and looked towards the suit of armor before talking again. “In this case, you’re the best asset we’ve got. We would turn to outside options, but our connections are limited.” He swallowed and turned back towards the Legate, looking into the narrow blades of his eyes.

The two stood there, glaring into each other’s eyes for the longest moment. “We’re a subdivision, Soldier. We don’t have the same black funds that our benefactor does, and as a purely experimental project, you’ve exceeded all expectations.” Halfway into his statement, the Legate took a deep breath and turned away from the suits. His footfalls incredibly heavy on the concrete floor, echoing around his small room. 

“You’ll get your ET, but I can’t guarantee it will be alive.”

“It doesn’t need to be, we just need it out of the public eye.”. 

“Good.” The Legate grunted slightly as he pulled his shirt over his head, then moved down to unbuttoning his pants. “You gonna stay and watch, or are you going to leave the tablet?”  

“Oh, yes. Sorry.” He said, slightly flustered. Putting the tablet down on the nearby desk and walking out of the room. Before he left, he turned around one more time. “And, Legate. Your Legion has been notified that they will be mobilizing, you have twenty four hours to prepare yourself.”

He reached towards the suit, placing his hand on the helmet. For a moment he stared into the visor, and into the reflection of his eyes. “This is not what I was expecting my training to culminate into.” 

[center]The Next Day, 5 AM:[/center]
From the information gathered in the video footage gathered from the businesses, street cameras, and news footage. The Legate and his crew managed to triangulate the rough position from which the Alien had originated before the chase as well as where she could have conceivably gone before vanishing out of the public eye. A street camera had caught a glimpse of her heading east inland, into a commercial district where she vanished. Which is odd, considering how many cameras they have.

Despite the lack of information beyond that point, they could deduce within three miles of the arrival and exit points of her current location. This was triangulated between the point where the car was boarded, which is closest to the bank that was robbed. The point where they damaged an expensive vehicle in a residential area, which is the furthest point from the starting location. And the point where she disappeared, which is closer to the starting location as they had doubled back to head along the water. 

With this in mind, they set up a three mile wide perimeter on the map and marked the locations where the thirteen of them would be distributed. 

Spitfire and Blue would be paired off nearest to the residential area, stationed in an empty apartment block with cameras set up in the building. Recording the street on both sides to potentially catch footage of her and locate her original deployment point, potentially she could have come from the sewers. So they set up a street camera directed towards the nearest manhole covers to catch footage. 

Ghost and Hawk would be positioned in the mobile chopper along with Legate and Butch. They would fly high and keep silent and slow, the sniper and spotter would direct their scopes and camera downward on a street sweep. Both of them situated on opposite sides of the chopper to get maximum coverage. Legate would monitor the feed of all the cameras from the rear seat of the chopper, to catch anything they might miss. 

Hammer and Irons would be in civilian clothing, with their equipment held in large backpacks as not to draw suspicion to themselves. They are equipped with two hat mounted microcameras to monitor the streets, they would move from the oceanside to the apartment complex, and then up to where the car was damaged. Repeating this cycle over and over to attempt to see if she spoke with civilians on the regular, or if she was secretive.

Cutter, Ace, Medic and Dog would be in a black van with darkened windows. This van would travel in a spiral pattern, beginning at the furthest point and traveling inwards to the center of the triangulated map. Recording equipment directed outwards from all windows to monitor activity. 

Shark will be solo and following the exact trail that the van made from the bank to the oceanside, repeating this over and over again. With a helmet mounted camera to try and see if she would return to the scene of the crime. Maybe she would contact the police after the incident, as they would still be in the act of investigating the crime scenes.

With the gameplan in mind, Legate and the Legion mobilized their forces and moved into position. 

Once they were all in position, they would only have to wait. She wanted to be a vigilante, it seemed, and therefore something was bound to draw her out. Metahumans are dangerous sorts, and actively seek conflict. This would be the ultimate downfall of the Alien, and she would reveal herself. 

Whether she liked it or not.