[b][i]IllAdvised[/i][/b] --- Tuesday October 8, 2013 --- About four days had passed since the night at the Homecoming Dance. While police had several of the thugs in custody, those who lived, the leader had somehow managed to escape in the end and all leads on the who they were working with or for seemed to have completely evaded authorities. Cal leaned back at his desk, holding fresh bandages in his mouth while he read the police reports he had hacked into. Tossing aside the spare bandages, Cal leaned over and picked up the rest of his Chinese take out, picking away at it with his chopsticks while perusing the rest of the police report. [i]So Fox-Face managed to get away?[/i] Cal mused to himself. [i]If that's the case, then he's gone to report to someone. And if Fox Face has gone to report to someone then there's something bigger going on.[/i] Throwing the container in the garbage, Cal sat up from his desk and looked around his room for some pants. There was actually a lot more of interest in the report that he had noted. Quite a few of the gangbangers had been found dead by means of a very large caliber sniper rifle. That meant either there was someone else playing vigilante or the school had been caught in the crossfire of a rival gang. And then there was the truck that had been driven into the school, despite it being blown up -another mystery- the gas pedal had been held down by a rock not a person. That lead back to just who blew it up? Police found no evidence of a bomb at the scene nor the appropriate kind of rounds for the shooter to have done it. Despite all that, everything that happened on Friday had given Cal some ideas, ideas which would require him to purchase some new clothes. Turning back to his computer, Cal checked the progress on his Amazon order. Working with Makarios had made Cal realize that perhaps there was a lot more going on in this world and more specifically this city than anyone had even realized. If people with abilities like those in comics existed, then Cal could be a vigilante. His still was a day away from arriving but that was okay, Cal had other things to take care of. Pulling a shirt on, Cal ran his fingers through his hair making it presentable before tossing a coat over his clothes and walking out the door. School had been dismissed for a week due to the damage to both the school and the emotional states of a lot of students. Cal couldn't say he minded, he was already done most of his semester projects and quite frankly after seeing Makarios in action the last thing he was interested in doing was sitting in a classroom. Pulling out the keys to his Volvo, Cal ran out to the parking lot, opening the car door as he hopped into the driver's seat with a slide. Pulling the car out of the lot, Cal headed towards the Fishery District, driving for nearly fifteen minutes before he pulled into a Storage Rental facility. After driving down a few rows of storage units, Cal stopped outside one as he pulled out a key, unlocking the door in front of him before lifting it above his head. Inside lay a generator, a desk, and a computer waiting to be set up. "Not much yet." Cal muttered to himself as he looked around his headquarters. For only ninety seven dollars a month, this nine by nine foot room was his to have. Going back to his car, he opened the trunk as he lifted out some more equipment and a couple cans of gasoline, loading it all inside the unit. Closing the unit back up, Cal ensured his lock was in fact locked before getting back into his car and turning the Volvo back towards the city. It was time to go find Makarios and see what he was up to. --- The sound of bone on bone echoed through the room as Fox Face, or Jaime Gomez as he was known without the mask, toppled to the ground, the chair he was bound to splintering beneath the force of the blow. The dimly lit room barely was able to outline the silhouette of the hulking man who had delivered the punch as a hand bigger than Jaime's head reached out towards him, pulling him off the ground and into the air. "You couldn't collect so you thought what? You could just skip out of town?" The voice that belonged to man bellowed as he threw Jaime across the room, his body slapping against the wall of the warehouse before slumping to the ground. He could feel his ribs pop and fracture upon impact as tears streamed down his face and blood began to dribble from his mouth. "No Tony it wasn't like that!" Jaime begged as Tony 'The Behemoth' Cleaver came towards him menacingly as his two massive hands reached out and hoisted Jaime back into the air. "So what was it like? You got scared? You took the money and you hid it? You lost my men Jaime!" Tony yelled as he slammed the much smaller man against the wall. "Metas! More of them! One moved like an animal and some other one made a truck explode." Jaime managed to spit out despite stammering like an idiot. Tony snarled as he slowly lowered Jaime to the ground. "If you saw these Metas again, would be be able to identify them?" "I didn't get a good look at them boss." Jaime said with a gulp realizing his life was probably at stake right now. A low rumble escaped Tony's throat. "Get some more men, we're planning a heist. And this time don't screw it up, you owe me more money than you're worth to keep alive if you don't succeed this time. Oh and we'll you're at it, I hope you can draw out your 'metas' otherwise you're dead no matter what you do. No body lies to the Behemoth and lives to tell about it." With a loud slap to the back, Tony sent Jaime stumbling across the room before plopping himself down in an old ratty armchair. Pulling out a cigar, he lit it up blowing out a deep breath of smoke as the dim light went out.