[b]May 3rd, 2:05 pm...[/b]

Arkylius walked out of a Silver Dollar Coffee spot on the corner of Universal avenue and Pine street. Tasting caffeine for the first time had the Atlantian's mind all over the place as the rush he now commanded was intense. Drinking fluids rather than living in the ocean and absorbing them would take some getting used to, but the liquids he now consumed were anything but regular salt water. Some time later the young man felt a rumbling in his stomach and he knew he needed to eat something, so he approached a hot dog vendor and asked...

"What is that incredible odor?" Ark asked wide eyed looking at the condiments and food that the over weight vendor handed to another customer. 

"Probably smelling the chili, kid. It's my own recipe and the reason I can make enough greenbacks to survive on..." the man responded.

"I would love to try one of these 'hot dogs' but I'm afraid I don't have any greenbacks. Will this suffice?" Ark replied putting down three large gold coins that had the vendor's eyes growing wide now as well. 

"You ever eat a hot dog, kid?" the vendor asked taking the coins.

"I have not..." Ark replied.

"Let me make you one how I like to eat them with chili, mustard, ketchup, and a little relish," the vendor began saying, "Here ya go kid. Can't believe you ain't never had a 'dog before..."

The young Atlantian took a bite and was amazed at the flavor of surface dweller food.

"I'm not from around here, I only recently picked up your lang age." Ark continued carrying on a conversation with the vendor while eating the hot dog.

In the distance on a rooftop a mercenary was scoping a target when he caught the dopey young man paying for a hot dog with what appeared to be gold coins from a lost city. 

"Interesting..." thought the Reaper as he continued moving down the street with his scope looking for his mark. 

[b]Across town...[/b]

Shayd the Indestructible Man moved up the Kirby River towards Westman Chemical. A load of materials just came in on the train, and something on it had the interest of the mammoth of a man. 

[b]The hidden mountain fortress of STRIKE...[/b]

"He's on the move, sir. Probably targeting something or someone on the train entering Westman Chemical. Should we send in a team?" asked a young man in a tucked in white dress shirt with military looking patches and pins on it.

"Negative. Shayd isn't as dumb as he looks, we need to know what sort of game he's playing." responded the [i]Director of STRIKE, a man known as Gary Frank.[/i]

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"We need to know more about this bastard so we can take him down once and for all. Westman is currently developing some new bio-weapons the military plans on using in case those aliens ever return to Earth... and we can't have him wrecking everything they've been working on..." he continued speaking to the young man at the computer. 

~KL~