[u][i]Samson Isiah Jeross.[/i][/u]

Clubs were [i]cool[/i] and all, but they were never Samson's thing. A drink or two with some friends were fun, but he was the man who preferred a nice cancer stick while watching the city move. It went without saying where Samson was hanging out. On top of Club 76, lying down, with a cigarette between his fingers and not a care in the world. At least until duty called again. It was probably a waste of time getting dressed up, only to hang out on top of the building away from everyone else. He was wearing a professional black suit with white pinstripes, and these nice dress shoes. He might have looked professional if it wasn't for the straw hat fedora he had on. This old hat was sentimental to him, he didn't go anywhere without it. Thus, he kept it on him at all times. Samson's cellphone buzzed, speakers blurting, "Will the real Slim Shady please stand up, please stand up?" Hm? Samson pulled out his phone and curiously looked at it. 

[i]Police cars on Clyde St. 3 sirens. Might be meta. Check it out.[/i]

Well, it was something to do, and Samson was never one to disobey Whisper. This sounded like it was Vanguard business anyway. Samson smirked, he got up on his feet. He stepped up to the edge of the building and looked down. He flicked the cigarette off the roof. Samson had to whistle, that was one hell of a drop. Good thing he could fly - Because he's so fly. He was consumed in a flaming wreathe, burning hot with brilliant orange flames. Despite this, his clothes weren't singed even in the slightest. He took one step off, and, to the surprise of anyone looking on, he isn't about to commit suicide after setting himself on [i]fire[/i]. He began floating in mid-air, the flames dropped downwards.

Samson valiantly flew through the air, leaving behind a trail of fire like a shooting star. Now where was Clyde St again? Somewhere in West Mendel. Samson quickly flew there, at a haste speed, since when the police are involved, it's best to handle it soon as possible. It should be a simple mission, right? Just check things out. If anyone gets hostile, Samson is fast enough to bail the hell out of there, or tough enough to put someone down. Samson landed on the rooftops, he cut the flames, and looked down curiously at the scene. He gave the place a good look. There were police everywhere, they had the place taped off. Someone was killed here, definitely... But who? He listened in closely, he noticed that the Skulls and (... And John Frost?) were mentioned a few times. Dear, God. Samson stood straight up and put a hand on his chin. If this was a Skull...

Someone was in a hurry to leave... a Skull. This went against protocol, but another wreath of flames surrounded Samson as he flew through the sky to tail this mystery Skull. If anything pops off, he's going to leave. He doesn't want to add fuel to the fire.

[u][i]Johnny Kin Valos.[/i][/u]

"... You are an immeasurable moron." Nick's story had destroyed Johnny's faith in humanity so badly that he decided to go off himself - Because this world just isn't ready for the J-train. Johnny slid out of his chair as he walked away. Letting Taylor receive Nick's stanky dangalang.

[u][i]Caden Isiah Zorich.[/i][/u]

My, my... A woman comes in here and asked for the Big Four - No, Five. Caden will have to get used to that. But that isn't the point! Some woman came in here and called them 'Scrubs'. Caden had absolutely no idea what that meant, but it amused him. Even made him giggle like a child and stare at Mia through his glasses. He didn't know what she came for - But! He knew that she had darkness in her heart. Beautiful darkness... The kind of darkness that wells up inside of people from a lifetime of tragedy. Which made her far more interesting than any mere woman. Long as she was a Meta-human, Caden didn't care, and was willing to let Skeleton handle it. Which is what the Skull's illustrious leader was doing. Taking a small chance and letting Mia talk. Funny thing about talking was when no one is listening, it's empty air. Noise. It would be fun to watch if this woman had something to offer. Because no one but the truly stupid, suicidal, or over confident would ever consider tangling with the Skull's powerful magistrate. 

Either way, Caden was going to make a show! He turned into inky black darkness and dripped onto the floor until he was nothing but a puddle. Along the floor, Caden was moving through everyone's positions like one thin stream. Until he was close enough to Mia. He suddenly snapped back to his human form and stared her dead in the eye with an odd smirk. While he transformed back into a human, there was a pool of darkness, meters wide, underneath his feet. Anyone who touched it would notice how thick and squishy it felt. "... Now isn't this delicious?" Caden spoke with a delighted cackle, "There's already so much [i]darkness[/i] in your heart... Growing, waiting to be released... I just wonder where it all went wrong!" Caden slid across the floor back towards the crowd, using his darkness powers, seeing as he had "... Just something I'd like to point out to everyone, I am going to let our leader, Skeleton, handle it from here."

[i]Unless you want to die.[/i]

[u][i]Reiko Silas Ain.[/i][/u]

Now this was an interesting turn of events. Reiko had already sensed Mia's presence, she reeked of traces of blood - Which was quite tempting, if she hadn't learned to control her bestial instincts ages ago. Regardless, Reiko only gave her a look before she continued drinking her fine wine. She expected some of the Skulls to toss her out any second now. What she didn't expect was for Mia to speak so [i]boldly[/i] to the Big Five. Reiko smirked in her booth, obscured by the darkness of the room. She wondered how they'd react. She knew Skeleton was cruel, but even he wasn't stupid enough to kill for such petty reasons. He wouldn't have built this empire of [i]dirt[/i] otherwise. The others, unfortunately, were stupid enough, but with one wave of his hands, he silenced him. Reiko likened the situation to a alpha calming his over eager pack. Regardless, Reiko felt the need to get up and say something. Show respect after all.

For Mia was not one to be underestimated. Reiko was not stupid enough to dismiss her because of her disability. This is a proud woman before them, and most likely had strength to back it up. She knew what she was getting into, and accepted it. Thus, why they're here. Though, Reiko didn't underestimate Mia, she didn't really see her as a threat - Not in the way of combat prowess, but Reiko knew if she wanted a fight, she would have already gotten one, or would have taken a less direct route... Though, if she tried anything, Skeleton and Damian would make short work of her... She wondered if they'd let her consume what was left of her. But it all doesn't have to come to that. Violence breeds violence, after all. 

Which is why Reiko remained leery of Mia. Even as she walked up to the scene, Mia didn't escape her vision. Already the proud huntress had a thin layer of respect for Mia. [i]Let's see where that goes.[/i] She stood next to young Matthew. She didn't want to stand next to the Big Boss, but she felt more comfortable around Matt. Reiko had her wine-glass in hand. She took a sip, and put a hand on her hip, giving Mia a sinister grin. "... I can tell that she is exactly where she wanted to be." She said to Matt. "No one else would come here except for those with suicidal overconfidence..."

[u][i]Dexter 'Rush' Chertok, & Ray Judah Drager.[/i][/u]

Meanwhile, in the Hacker HQ...

Nothing.

Both boys were off doing their own thing in between missions. "Their own thing" being sit around on their asses and wait until something interesting pops up. Ray was lying on his back, on the sofa reading a random maginzine, wearing nothing but a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and work boots. He had his sunglasses rested on the night table. He was normally this way. He was the quiet guy. Never wanted to be bothered, and never bothered anyone else. Ray liked it that way... Unfortunately, he had to live with such a massive pain in the ass that just so happened to be his boss. Like some goddamn sitcom. Airing on ABC this summer! Ray rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the situation.
 
On the other hand, there was Dexter Chertok in the other room. Like Ray, he didn't want to be bothered. He was sitting down, leaning over a new invention - A gun of some sort, loaded with several special darts - tinkering with it using screwdrivers and pliers. He was almost robotic in the way he worked. He didn't move, and he ignored most of his bodily needs until he was finished. Wearing a black trench coat, with a lime-green shirt underneath, and black sweat pants. Naturally, he had on his combat boots since he was going to wear clothes. Their leader Byte started calling them, and Rush didn't want anything to do with it. "Drager!" Rush pointed down the hall.

Ray crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "Look I-" He was cut off.

"Very busy." Rush snapped.

"But I'm not dea-" Ray tried to plead.

"See what she wants."

"Ugh!" Why the hell does Ray have to put up with everyone's shit? And when the hell did he become a angsty teenager? Whatever. Ray rushed down the hallway and asked Byte. "Do we have a job? Because I'm bored out of my damn mind..."