[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/klHHPfB.png?1[/img][/center][center][b]Christopher Arthur III[/b][/center]
	“Master Christopher and Mistress Veronica, I suggest we get going.”  George insisted as he stood beside the central elevator.  “There’s a riot in process and it might become an impediment for getting to the airport.”

	[color=C0C0C0]“Relax, George.”[/color]  Chris had his sports coat slung over his shoulder as he replied to his butler, [color=C0C0C0]“What’s the point of a private jet if it launches without you?”[/color]

	“It’s so sad to admit it, but I almost would take school over this crazy town.”  Veronica said from the couch, still in her serpentine form, even though they were preparing to head out for Richmond.

	[color=C0C0C0]“This city just can’t catch a break.  Demon invasions, mass riots, and crazy women who think that I’m screwing her under-aged niece.  Heck, I’m surprised that Lost Haven was spared from those domes that Doctor Diplodoc had unleashed on America.”[/color]

	“Hmm, raise your hand if you have experienced a crazy guardian that had tracked his sister.”  Veronica immediately raised her hand as soon as she spoke.

	[color=C0C0C0]“Oh, come on!  That was totally different.  For instance, I knew that you were kidnapped.  I [b]actually[/b] found you.  Plus, I don’t have any delusions that you’re a perfect angel and couldn't have ran away.”[/color]

“Hey!  I’m not [b]that[/b] bad.”  Veronica rolled her eyes at her half-brother as they bantered with each other.

	“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I suggest turning the tube on.”  George interrupted the conversation when he received some harrowing news.  On the television screen, they saw hordes of police officers and protesters become the victims of Nightmare and his insidious allies.  Ever since their attack on the Lost Haven spring training event, Chris knew that they would rear their ugly faces again.  It was just a matter of time.

	[color=C0C0C0]“George, take Veronica to the airport.  Steer clear of this carnage and make sure she uses her power-nullifier.”[/color]  Chris rushed over to the elevator.  As he turned around in the elevator, the sliding doors closed together before his half-sister could even tell him to be careful.  As the carriage rushed to the roof, Chris removed his nice dress clothes and replaced them with the under-suit that he was accustomed to wear while operating his Daedalos Mk. 5 armor.

	Once the elevator door flew open, Chris exited the carriage.  A few seconds later, from a separate express elevator, his armor also appeared on the roof.  He immediately climbed into it and initiated the power-suit’s systems.  When everything was at least ready, Chris launched into the sky, heading in the direction of Little Ulster.  While he was in-route, he signaled to the nearest STRIKE base to send any and all reinforcements that they could spare for this incidence.

	When his armor’s scanners began to pick up Nightmare and his allies, Chris picked a nearby rooftop for his landing site.  Once he had landed, which would have been obvious to the murderous villains, Chris made his ultimatum to them, even though he knew that it would not be as easy as telling them to leave. 

	[color=C0C0C0]“Good evening.  As the unofficially designated representative of this city of Lost Haven, I order you to cease all superhuman activities and crawl back into whatever hellhole that spawned you or anyone that is most convenient for you.”[/color]

	Chris raised up his arm above his head, activating his energy pilum in the process.  The red sparks crackled from his hand as the energy-based projectile formed.  Chris just hoped that he could last long enough for his reinforcements to arrive.  And even then, would they be enough?