[b][i][u]Insurrection[/i][/u][/b]

The wind howled like a coyote, accompanied with the bone-chilling wind it seemed to never let up, the breath of rooftop sentries could be seen. "F-fuck man, it's cold....how long is the boss makin' us stand guard anyway?" A voice asked, the one who projected the words seemed to be a man in his mid twenties, a single scar going down the right side of his face from his forehead to the corner of his lip. "I don't know, why don't ya go ask'em?" Another said, the two stood a good six feet from one another, both held rifles in hand, safeties off and ready for anything but there was nothing around, not that they knew of anyway. The visibility of within the heavy rain was a little less than about two inches or so, the rain hit the rooftop with enough force to sound like they were sizeable pebbles pelting it. The two were dressed in identical outfitting, black hoodies with an undershirt that had thermal tech weaved into it, it also had a half mask to conceal the faces of the men. 

A figure stood on the adjacent rooftop, the glowing red specs of his suit were less than visible in the heavy rain. Crouching down and quickly springing upward propelled the strange figure into the air, the soundless action had prompted no investigation. Landing on an overpass several feet above the man, the figure stood upside down. A short gasp was heard when something landed on the back of the first sentry before he was pulled away, his screams heard clearly before they stopped. Now the release of sound was muffled and the man was now stuck on the bottom of the overpass. The figure released the wall, falling down toward the next man, he landed softly, simply kicking the man's patella with just under two tons of force. A hand went over the sentry's mouth to silence his screams of pain follwed by a quick two hundred and ten degree turn of the man's head to effectively silence him, the lower half his leg was completely taken off without effort. Climbing in through the skylight with was now opened he crawled to a dark corner of the large hideout, viewing the congregated group in secret. He was watching the crates carefully, they were opening crates, weapon's crates. They all looked to be Grand Army property, how did they get those, they must have been smuggled in by someone. 

The vision of the man's specs shifted from red to blue, each person here was a organic in entirety, except one. One with a feminine shape. suited in black from head to toe, masked completely, her arms were not of organic nature it seemed. He wasn't sure what other enhancements there were to her body, possibly even nanites were involved, small light blue tinted canisters prompted him to believe that. He raised an eyebrow when he saw other canisters being removed, one held a dark red tint and another with a green tint. Just what were they planning with this? He skillfully got to another side of the room, there had been a loading bay and what looked like more shipments. Just how long were these people doing this? Then he had seen the label on them, [i]Spitfire[/i], an interesting name but now the new question was who was leading them? 

The cybernetic female did seem to hold some authority, the way she watched over them, he watched a man accidentally drop a box full of canisters. Vapors colored red, blue, and green forced their way out of the crate, everything seemed to stop at that moment. The man quickly scrambled to act as if nothing had happened but the damaged was already done, the female left her post and pulled a long broadsword from its sheath. two other gang members seemed to walk up instinctively. They brought him to his knees before he could even think of running, curiosity piqued the vigilante now. [b]"You are sentenced to death for destroying [i]his[/i] property.."[/b] The female spoke in a tone that held neither anger nor happiness, but who was she referring to? She couldn't have meant anyone in particular, this place was filled with subordinates, she wasn't leader then but a second in command. Whoever this 'he' person was, their identity needed to be uncovered. The vigilante watched as the ex-member's head was liberated from his body, for a gang they had a very strict set of rules it seemed. The body was dragged out by the two who participated in the execution. He'd need to do more investigating before he even attempted an attack, diving into a sea of bullets was not a good idea, even with him being who he was.