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Scott stepped out of the front door of Mario’s Pizzeria with an oversized slice of buffalo chicken pizza on a paper plate, which was a common scene that played out time after time, every day of the week. Marios’s was a popular destination of hungry college students as well as those who worked in the area. It had been known by locals as the best pizza place in Little Sicily for years, and it was a secret that many refused to share with tourists and other outsiders.

It was an unseasonably warn might, the temperature somewhere in the low 50’s, for most people in the city, it was a much welcomed reprieve from the brutally cold January nights that they had been forced to suffer through. Not only was it warmer than usual, it had also been a quiet night. There hadn’t been any trouble in the city since he had engaged that strange woman in Little Ulster, the sting of losing so many people just as he was about to pull them to safety was still fresh, however, there had been no further signs of trouble.

 Eric also had been spending a lot of time at his own apartment, apparently spending time with a young woman that he had recently met, which left Scott to complete the last of the tasks that needed to be finished before the club would finally open to the public. Scott had put the finishing touches on the bar, as well as the dance floor, selectively augmenting his progress by using some of his abilities to speed the process along. It was just after he had finished installing the video screen beside the dance floor that he had decided to take a break and grab a bite. 

As Scott ventured down the street on his way back to the club, he became aware of an odor in the air, the smell of smoke. He immediately knew that something was wrong. It was not the usual smell of families burning wood in the fireplace, which was so common this time of year. With his enhanced senses, he was able to make out the smell of burning electrical wires and plastics. 

“Great…” Scott said to himself as he made his way further down the street, stopping beside an alley. He took a quick look around to be sure that nobody was looking before he stepped into the alley, where he set his pizza down beside a dumpster. Quickly, he pulled off his clothes, revealing the now famous blue and silver costume of his alter ego. He took another look around ensuring that nobody was looking before he secured his clothes under the dumpster and took to the sky.

It was not long before Icon had pinpointed the source of the fire. Once he found that the conflagration was coming from a small warehouse on the east side of the city, he lowered his head and rocketed towards it. 

Not knowing whether there were people trapped inside the warehouse, Icon focused his hearing, and much to his dismay he picked up several voices. Quickly, he scanned the warehouse with his radar sense, and confirmed his fears as he had located at least six people within the burning structure, and from what he was able to make out, they appeared to be in the middle of a confrontation of sorts. Not wanting to waste any more time, Icon rapidly descended toward the warehouse, crashing through the roof and landing between the combatants, four men in what looked to be black tactical paramilitary garb, one of who was laying motionless on the floor, and two others. 

Icon looked around at the three men in black, and then to the other two. He noticed at first glance that there was something different about them. The girl, who he estimated to be no older than his little sister had what looked to be insectoid features.

[b]”I don’t know what’s going on here, but I think it’s time to take this outside.”[/b] Icon said as the warehouse groaned under the stress of the heat from the fire raging within.