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“…Waitaminute, what’s a Nemean?” Eric asked between bites of his burger as Scott filled him in on his recent conflict with Polemos, the young spider woman, and a pair of extremely powerful individuals claiming to be Greek Gods. Not wanting to get into the nuances of Greek mythology Scott chuckled and attempted to change the subject. 

“So, do you have any ideas on how to get business moving again now the riots are over with?” Scott asked. Though he suspected that business would be down at lest temporarily while the city recovered from the riots that had threatened to burn it to the ground, he knew that they couldn’t afford to wait for things to pick back up again organically. 

“So, what do you think of Keira?” Eric asked, ignoring Scott’s question. 

“What?” Scott asked, genuinely surprised by the question.

“Well, I have it on good authority that…” Eric started.

“Eric, I just told you about an encounter with Greek Gods during the riots, there’s a maniac out there that may or may not be some sort of alien being killing everyone that it comes in contact with just days after that whole Nightmare fiasco was resolved, and you’re asking me about girls?” Scott stated indignantly.

“What can I say? I’m a consistent motherfucker.” Eric said proudly. “So, Keira…what do you think?”

Before Scott could answer, his attention drifted elsewhere. To anyone passing by, he would have looked like just another guy deep in thought. However, with his enhanced senses, he was listening. Something was going down not all that far from the café that he and Eric were currently patronizing. 

Gunshots and screaming.

Scott didn’t know exactly what was going on, but he could tell that it was serious. He took a quick glance around the café and shot Eric a look that let him know that something was wrong.

“What is it?” Eric asked, suddenly aware of his friend’s change in demeanor. 

“I gotta go. Something’s going on.” Scott said as he got up from the table and made his way out of the café.

“Yeah, sure…fine. I’ll get the tab.” Eric said as he watched Scott vanish out the front door. 

Scott made his way down the street towards the source of the commotion, and with each second that passed, he knew that the situation grew more and more dire. He began looking around the area for a place where he could safely change out of his civilian clothes into something more...suitable for the situation. Relief came in the form of a small alley across the street. Scott raced across the busy street, keeping pace with the other pedestrians in the area in an effort to not bring attention to himself. When he finally got to the alley, he stepped inside and ducked behind a dumpster. Scott began spinning, in place, creating a slight whirlwind as he moved, however it was over in the blink of the eye. When he came to a standstill he had shed his day to day clothing, and was now donning the familiar blue and silver uniform of his famous alter ego. Within moments he was airborne, streaking toward the source of the commotion.

Icon was horrified to discover the location of the disturbance. It was the last place that he would have suspected would be susceptible to such a brazen attack. The Lost Haven Police Department. He could hear the shouts of officers as their fired their weapons, and he could also hear the sounds of a larger struggle inside. Icon got a bead on the location inside the building of the combatants and came crashing through the outer wall of the precinct, causing the wall to explode in a cloud of dust and debris. He looked around and saw several metas that he had never seen before sprawled on the ground, as well as the pair of speedsters that he had seen on the news calling out the murderous metahuman that has been on a killing spree across the state. Next to them, Icon saw a tall figure seemingly made of shadow, save for his luminous white eyes. One look was all it would take for Icon to know exactly who he was looking out.

[b]“Umbraxis I take it.”[/b] Icon said as he looked the being in the eyes. [b]”I think it’s time we had a chat.[/b]