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[b]Lost Haven
Present Day
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Marie spun on her heels to face the darkly clad stranger who appeared just after her incantation was complete. She jumped as he spoke, then turned in the direction of his pointing to see a strange device sitting atop an antenna. Marie smiled internally, her spell had been successful and she would be well rewarded for helping locate the bomb. She watched carefully as her armed companion took the device in his hands. His confused expression matched her own. Marie was a being of magic, so anything more advanced than an iPhone she hadn’t had seen. He put down the device and peered out over the edge of the building, then without warning, began shooting at the street below. Marie jumped back several feet, unused to the sounds of gunfire. She was again treated to a sensory overload when a female figure appeared in a flash of blue, knocking down the armed man and kicking him about. She then raced over to Marie and the man clad in black, but stopped. She began speaking aloud, into a communicator Marie guessed. 

A second figure appeared as quickly as the first, a man this time. He spoke into the air as well, receiving disturbing news by the look of him. No sooner had he arrived he ripped the device from the roof, speed past Marie, stirring up a harsh wind behind him that blew her clothing about violently, and rushed over the sea in the horizon, dropping the bomb into the depths and returning to this roof before Marie had time to think about what just happened. 

[color=OrangeRed]"You need to come with us. More bombs have gone off across the country and we're going to need your help before the entire human race is turned into metahumans."[/color] the female figure spoke as her male counterpart returned. [i]More bombs?[/i] Marie thought to herself, questioning her position in all of this and wondering if she wanted to be involved anymore. She knew that being involved in the work of the heroes would get her more recognition, as well as a place among them, but it would also be more dangerous than dealing with petty street crime and the occasional possession that she had dealt with in the past. [i]Goodfellow wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I didn’t follow them, that greedy imp. . . I guess I don’t have much of a choice.[/i] 

“A-alright . . . where to now?” Marie took up her broom in her left hand, gathered herself, and made ready for another trip across the city.