[I][B]IllAdvised[/B][/I] --- Friday October 4, 2013 --- The auditorium was dimly lit as Cal emerged from the maintenance hallway onto the balcony. Like everything else in the school, no expense had been spared when designing the auditorium and it truly did show. The gold railings, the red carpet and sloped seating, right up to the classically design stage. In fact, almost all major theatre productions in the city were held right here in Kilbride College Academy. It was not uncommon for graduates to believe that if they had been a success on the stage here in this school that they could travel to New York to break into broadway or down to California to make their way onto the silver screen. Noticing a lone gunman walking up and down the aisles below, checking for any students that might be hiding between the rows of chair, Cal bent down below the railing as he slipped his tazer out of the back of his belt. His golden rule was never to travel anywhere in Kilbride without the handy stun gun, the city was not a nice place. That said, one would perhaps wonder why Cal didn't simply call the police, but as he had already ranted to Landon earlier, the police in this city were definitely useless. Out of nowhere, the building abruptly shook violent as the sound of metal and brick echoed from through near empty corridors. Accidentally squeezing the trigger on his tazer, the weapon gave off a sharp buzzing sound as it lit up the area Cal was in. The gun below suddenly turned towards the sound as he raised his weapon only for another figure to strike him down from above. Letting out an exclamation of surprise, Cal's eye widened as he realized the other man had just leaped nearly ten feet unharmed. A shiver ran up his spine as he heard the sickening echo of snapping bones as the newcomer delivered a quick beat down on the gunman only to send the downed man flying another ten feet across the room. Scrambling to his feet, Cal suddenly didn't care about his cover as he just wanted to put some distance between himself and the freakishly strong man who had entered the room. Bursting out of the auditorium into the upper hallway, Cal ducked around a corner and paused to catch his breath for a second. Closing his eyes, his eidetic memory haunted him with images of what he had just witnessed. Breathing in deeper, Cal slowed the memory down, recalling all the information his darting eyes had taken in, despite how dark the room had looked he felt he recognized the 'super man', Quickly giving his head a shake, Cal decided not to worry about it at the moment, Sam and everyone else were still in a lot of danger an from where Cal had been crouching it looked like the other man was an ally and that was good enough for him at the moment. Pushing himself off the wall, Cal took a step forward, as he reached to his wrist and removed the earpiece from the bottom of the 'Glitch Device', placing it in his ear before pushing a button on the touch screen to talk to Sam. "Sam." Cal kept his voice low as he held his tazer at the ready in case he came across anyone. "Sam are you there?" "I'm here Cal." Sam's voice came back shaky, it didn't take a detective to realize she had been crying. "Cal there was more shooting and a crash." "I felt the crash." Cal replied as he rounded another corner slowly, the hard bottoms of his dress shoes tapped against the tiled floor a lot louder than Cal would have liked. Looking around he reluctantly slid the shoes off as he stepped onto the cool floors in his socks. "Was the shooting in the gym?" "No, at least I don't think so. A window broke and another guy was screaming about his hand. The one in the fox mask sent out more guys to investigate." "Okay well stay as calm as you can and stay silent, I'm about to get into the science room." Cal said as he approached the door and gave the knob a twist only to find it was locked. "Frak," he muttered to himself before pulling his tie off and wrapping it around his knuckles. "Here goes nothing." Pulling his arm back, Cal let loose a feral punch as his hand collided with the small window mounted about the knob with a resounding thud. Stumbling back as he let out a loud yelp of pain, Cal rapidly shook his hand trying to subside the pain. "[i]FRAK[/i]!" He hissed with more volume than he would have liked. Grinding his teeth, he bit down on his lip as he pulled his hand back and let it fly again, this time the glass splintered and began to weaken but it hurt no less than the first time as Cal dropped to his knees, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as he pushed he palm against the floor trying to flatten out his hand. "Argh." He groaned loudly as he stood up, unwrapping the tie from his hand, feeling the dampness as he pulled it back to reveal the throbbing and bloody knuckles before. Gingerly he wrapped the tie around his opposite hand as he let loose a third punch, the glass breaking as he arm slid through, stray edges opening the skin as he twisted about and opened the knob. Looking down at Glitch's screen, Cal shook his head angrily as he noted it too had been damaged by the glass as the edges had scratched the screen. He'd need to replace that if he lived past tonight, but thankfully it still seemed to be fully functioning. Walking into the classroom, Cal rushed over to the counter at the back of the room as he opened the cupboard above his head and pulled out the plastic case containing the room's first aid kit. Removing Glitch from his arm, Cal laid the device down on the counter while he quickly bandaged his arm. Throwing the tie aside, Cal pulled out more bandages as he mended the knuckles on his right hand, all the while feeling for anything broken or out of place. It seemed he had gotten lucky in the regard, perhaps someone was watching over him after all. Cal had a deep grudge against Kilbride's criminals, especially gang criminals. More specifically however Cal hated the mafia run by Roman Locke, it was on that man's order his mother had been taken from him. An event that caused his father to have a psychiatric break which left Cal more or less an orphan. Not that he resented living with Landon, it was like living with an older brother, but that said no one wants to effectively lose both their parents on the night of their sixteenth birthday. Landon had said earlier that the only way to make a real impact in this city was through vigilantism, perhaps he didn't mean it literally but something inside Cal told him he was going to take it literally. Strapping Glitch back on, Cal grimaced slightly as the device's straps dug into the fresh cuts beneath the bandaging. Choosing to ignore the pain, Cal walked over to the supply cabinet, suddenly kicking it in frustration as he realized it was kept shut through means of a padlock. Sprinting over to the teacher's desk, Cal quickly tore through the objects and materials covering the desk until he found a small box of paperclips. Grabbing a handful, Cal stretched one out and jammed it in the lock while using another to turn. It took a few tries but Cal finally got the lock to pop open, a trick his mother had been so kind to pass on. It turned out that being a private eye was a lot like being a vigilante for hire, just there were still some rules to follow. What Cal was doing would be considered an ill advised idea, he was playing a hero in a situation that he didn't fully understand, but it was what he guilt told him to do. His eyes quickly scanned the cabinet as Cal suddenly went into a trance like state, grabbing chemical after chemical before gathering up beakers and other instruments he would need. Combining various agents in the glass containers, Cal lit up a bunsen burner and began to brew, he had no idea what he was doing and yet he perfectly knew he was making an adhesive that once it hit the air would spread before hardening. He didn't recall ever learning about such a compound and yet the information flowed through his head as clear as the lyrics to 'Smells like Teen Spirit.' His mind suddenly filled with recent memories of the teacher's desk as though he was retroactively searching for something. Walking over to the floor, Cal bent down and picked up a pack of balloons. He was going to use these to create a sort of 'grenade' to contain the compound. Quickly pouring a second substance into the balloons, they began to take a round, semi solid state before Cal added the 'glue' to them. Making about dozen of the grenades, Cal looked around the room noticing a satchel. Striding over to it, he dumped the contents of the bag to the floor before gingerly placing his grenades inside. Turning back to the counter, Cal checked on a third compound he had brewed before corking the vials and tucking them in his belt. Stripping off his dress shirt and leaving just his black tanktop, Cal tossed it and his bloody tie in the incinerator shoot. If he was going to be a vigilante he may as well stop leaving evidence around. Pulling out a bottle of bleach, Cal dumped it over the bloody glass shards in the door, watching it wash away the crimson liquid before he jumped out of the water of the burning puddle and headed for the door on the opposite end of the glass room. Pausing, Cal noticed a black 'Science Olympics' champion t-shirt pinned up on the wall. Ripping it down, he turned it inside out, as he put his head in the neck hole before tying the arms behind his head. Pulling the bottom of the collar up over his nose and top to his brow, Cal crafted himself a makeshift ninja cowl like he had seen on Reddit. Turning back to the door, Cal opening it slowly as he peered around the corner, the hallway still seemed to be empty as he pulled his tazer out and made his way back towards the gym.