[b]"Attention all civilians. Please go to the nearest shelter. Attention all heroes. Please head to the border of D, B, and E-Districts and head towards the, uh, giant mound of bones. The threat level is: Big-Big City Threat. Man, we rea-[/b]

That explained the emergency sirens blaring outside, muffled by the thick walls of the pitch black room. The sound echoed throughout the large emptiness, reverberating against the scattered outlines of objects lying around the place, and the cold, cold walls; the only hint of an organic presence was a calm, albeit odd breathing muffled by a mask. A pair of eyes, concealed by a visor-less mask, followed the headlines and live transmissions over the disastrous event taking place at the key joint of three major districts. A giant serpent, skeletons, a castle, one could find this composition was a very random, if not silly one; but when innocent lives are put in danger by the most random event, it would be taken very seriously by the authorities, and immediately dispatch all heroes that could join the effort. He had observed this city's security protocols in such events, the pattern was obvious enough to him; but the scale of this particular disaster seemed to have called quite a number of heroes to join in the fray, significantly lowering security over the other sectors. A perfect opportunity for more subtle entities to strike out without having to deal with the bothersome league of crime-fighters. No doubt many other villains sought such an opportunity to move in and obtain what ever they wished, RED was no different. What he wanted, though, was to leave an insidious imprint on the populace. Knowing that many would suffer debilitating injuries after this disaster, they would be rushed off to hospitals, some with missing limbs, others with burns, many with lacerations, broken bones, concussions, or worse. There was a sweet time frame between the inception of the calamity and the sudden intake of patients, and it was approaching. He had to act.

A soft material touched the ground in two steps, but then, there was silence again; a dim light revealed the high-roofed metal box of a room being decorated with various weapons, from firearms to medieval maces, from baseball bats to portable missile launchers. Crates lined up the walls, bearing several patches asking for caution when handling the fragile and rather toxic contents; one of them was opened by a pair of metallic hands covered in a very fine material that seemed to dampen the clinketing sound of artificial knuckles, revealing rows upon rows of auto-injecting syringes containing a clear fluid rippling at the echo of the room. One syringe was plucked from its slot and quickly rammed in a port above his collarbone, the liquid instantly shot inside his circulatory system after a hydraulic pump hissed lightly. Another hiss followed as a muffled, digital sigh of relief escaped from the raw throat of the lean-framed humanoid. The soft texture of his suit seemed to absorb light rather than reflecting it, gaps between articulating points showed off an intricate muscle pattern lining the layer beneath the armor padding. The helmet, composed of three interlocking pieces, had only one central slit in the shape of a vertical eye that seemed to give off a feint shade of dark red, but obviously, it wasn't the keyhole the wearer was looking through; there were multiple cameras lined through the helmet offering him a wide field of view of his damp surroundings. But the corners and peripherals were covered with multiple windows that kept him up to date with the downtown disaster, where the situation was slowly escalating.

Then, he saw a white silhouette jump and do a front flip in mid air. He quickly identified the white mane, the over-sized sword, the towering height of the individual; the rest of the heroes that bunched up there didn't matter to him any more, but the one known as White Knight was the center of focus for him. RED's breaths had grown deeper, every exhale and inhale forcing air in and out of his lungs. He could feel the urge to clench his fist and break the empty vial in his hand, he wanted to slam his hands and feet into anything that would break at his rage; yet, his body remained still, the only hint of his rising anger was the heavy breathing.

[color=9e0b0f]"So... you are here too."[/color] He uttered to no one in particular, his baritone voice heavily modified in an even lower key. [color=9e0b0f]"How fitting. How [i]pathetic[/i]."[/color] 

There was no more doubt in his mind. The main health center of District B had to be hit, even if he had to go in broad daylight; he didn't worry though, as he had his ways to access it without walking through any of the doors. He initialized a cracking attempt on the main servers of the architecture company who had the blueprints for the medical center, it was only a matter of time until he had the key to his infiltration route. Maybe his plan wasn't just as flashy as a castle and an apocalyptic snake erupting from the core of the planet, but the impact would definitely be felt.