[center][url=http://imgur.com/yKiyn0i][img]http://i.imgur.com/yKiyn0i.png[/img][/url][/center] Jenna Peterson quickly made her way through the streets toward Central Station. Perhaps it was because of the recent attacks by the metahuman serial killer Nightmare, or because of the threat posed by the Pax Metahumana terrorists, or perhaps it was due to a combination of the two, but the normally crowded streets of Lost Haven seemed deserted. The silence in the city was unnerving. Normally, the sidewalks would be full of people as they made their way to and from work. The sounds of the busy restaurants would be heard in the streets, as would the music from the various bars and clubs in the area, even the bass from passing cars would add to the symphony of noise that could be heard on any given night. But on this night, there was none of that. The only sound that could be heard were the sounds of her high heels clicking off the pavement as she hurriedly made her way to the train station. [i]Fucking Tony.[/i] she thought to herself as she drew within a couple of blocks from the train station. Her boss, Tony Stephano had ignored the state of emergency that the city was currently under, and had forced her to work her scheduled shift at Stephano’s Italian Grille. When she protested, citing the current events occurring in Lost Haven, he had made it perfectly clear what his priorities were. “Ey! If you don’t come in tonight, don’t bother coming back.” He had told her, knowing full well just how badly she needed the job. So she went to work, and was the only one there, except for Pete and Joey, a cook and a bus boy, respectively. There were no customers, there were no tips. So she stood around in an empty restaurant making $4.15 an hour because her idiot boss didn’t have the common sense, or decency to close down for a night. She had contemplated walking out no fewer than a dozen times during her shift, and had decided that once this was all said and done, she would start looking for a new job. However, her fantasies of telling that walking bowling ball Tony where he could go and what he could do when he got there were interrupted by the sudden realization that she was no longer alone. Coming from behind her, she could hear footsteps coming up behind her. From the sound of it, she knew that there were at least two people approaching her from behind, and fast. She quickened her pace, and as she did, the pair behind her did as well. Her heart began to race as fear gripped her. Could this be the maniac who’s been slaughtering people all over the city? She didn’t want to find out, so she broke out into a sprint. However, her high heels proved to be a hindrance, and she stumbled, nearly falling flat on her face. However, she recovered slightly and attempted to run, but it was too late. A pair of powerful hands grabbed her by the shoulders and then shoved her face first into the side of a building. Just as she began to taste the coppery taste of blood, she was violently jerked around and found herself face to face with two sneering thugs. “What’s the hurry?” The thug that had so violently pulled her toward them said with a grin as he shoved her back against the wall, the impact knocking the wind out of her. “Please….please let me-” Jenna began to cry, but was cut off. “Please! Please let me go!” The second thug mocked in a shill voice. “I don’t think so, we’re just starting to have fun.” He finished as he stepped toward her. “This city is going to Hell, sweetheart. We’re running things now.” The first thug said with a laugh as he pulled out a knife and took another step toward her. She cried out and began to sob as she anticipated the knife’s cold blade against her flesh, but she noticed a sudden flash of movement. She watched in amazement as a man dressed in black swooped down and began assaulting her two assailants. She recognized the man as a cat themed hero from the news, though his name escaped her at the moment. [center]***[/center] Lyger watched from the rooftops as a single young woman tried to escape from a pair of men who had chased her down and slammed her a couple of times into the façade of a nearby storefront. His every instinct was to rush in and rescue her, however he held back for a moment hoping to learn something, anything about the whereabouts of the meta bomb. However, when one of the goons pulled out a knife and began advancing on her, he knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. He dived from the rooftop and fired a grapnel line from his wrist gauntlet to slow his fall, as well as guide him in closer to the thugs. He came upon the first thug and dropped him with a single elbow to the back of the head, rendering the man unconscious. Startled by the sudden attack, the second thug spun around and threw a wild punch that missed it’s target by a wide margin. Lyger retaliated with a hard body shot to the chest, and as his fist made impact, he could feel ribs breaking under the force of the punch. Lyger then landed a front kick to the man’s stomach, and at the same time he grabbed the man and pulled him closer. “Where’s the meta bomb?!” Lyger asked, hoping that as unlikely as it seemed, this thug knew something. “I-I don’t know!” The thug cried out in pain. “I don’t know anything!” he swore. “I know.” Lyger said, frustrated, and then slammed the thug head first into the brick storefront, leaving the man laying on the sidewalk in a heap. He then turned to the young woman, who’s face was battered an bloody. “Are you alright?” He asked as he extended his hand to her. “I-I think so.” The young woman said. “There’s a hospital two blocks up. Go there and get checked out. Don’t leave unless you have someone to take you home.” Lyger told her as Harry’s voice came over the com system in his mask. “Kyle, you need to get back to Sherman Center, now.” Lyger knew that something was wrong. Harry had never called him “Kyle” over the com system, and the fact that he did just now worried him. “What is it?” Lyger asked. “There was more than one bomb, and they’ve gone off in a number of cities. The cities that were effected are now surrounded by domes. It’s bad.” Harry told him. Lyger didn’t respond at first, he just fired a grapnel line and took off toward Arthur’s new clubhouse. “I’m on my way.” He finally said as he raced toward Sherman Center. [center]***[/center] Lyger felt odd walking in the front door of Sherman Center and taking the elevator up to Arthur’s headquarters. Months of sneaking in and out of back entrances and windows had made him almost forget what it was like to take a straight forward approach to a semi secret headquarters. However, here he was, riding up in an elevator listening to humorously upbeat and cheery Muzak that played through the speaker system as he made his ascent. Finally, mercifully, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. As Lyger stepped out, he saw Arthur and the Albany kids standing around. “What’s the situation…and how are we going to stop it?” Lyger asked as he emerged from the elevator.