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[b]California Los Angeles, Zeta Safehouse.[/b]

Four men and women sat looking gloomely at a giant tvscreen. It was currently showing the Channel Seven News. Nobody said a word as they watched. 

[i]"This is Channel Seven News, reporting to you live from the site of the shocking Familicide that is believe to have taken part only hours ago. " A woman in a yellow jacket stood staring into the a large camera. Her blonde hair whipped around by the mild winds of a otherwise sweltering LA night. Her eyes green but with a dull luster. That of someone in pain. Her lower lip trembled as she spoke. "The Site where Mr and Miss Esper and there three children were all found dead..."

Yellow and black police tape closed off the Esper Familys estate behind her. There were flowers all along the gate into the grounds. The Odd memorabilia and photos were strewn among the flowers. People were openly crying and many a upset child, spouse or elderly lent the shoulder of their fellow man or woman. The sense of a true tragedy germinated the air around the reporter. Little messages were scribbled on the walls. For the people of LA, this had left a terrible void for many.

"Police are on the sight as you can see. We have yet to find out what or who did this. The Espers were reffered to the The First ever superhero family. The Telepaths were well known and loved across the state and had hundreds of thousand fans at their peek. Tomas and Clarice, that is Mr and Miss Esper found their way into the hearts of millions when they took on such nefarius creatures as Alligator King and Dr Deviant. The two helped save our nation, indeed the world, on numerous occasions." She seemed on the verge on crying. Her eyes reddened as she kept speaking into the camera. "Mr Esper and his wife dedicated their lives post retirment to help kids like their own to understand their gifts. For someone to kill them, it is the act of a monster plain and simple."  

Her eyes seemed to well up with tears that she had to wipe off. "The Meta and Super population of Los Angeles are remaining quiet as to who may have done this. But there is one thing for certein folks, there are many angry faces I've talked to today." The woman removed her glasses and wiping the tears that were flowing down her cheeks in a steady stream now. Staring into the screen, her voice was crystal clear despite her despair. "We will find you whoever you are. And we will end you. YOu hear me! WE WILL END YOU" As she jelled, a hand landed on her shoulder as older woman pulled her into ha hug. She wore a capel ,and silver bracers, and a crow. More and more capes arrived.

 Last you could see a man landing among the people mourning. Causing quite a stir. The man was known as Lightlord. A retired cape who had the power to project hard light. He stood like a solemn giant, ever vigil over the flowers dedicated his dead friends. "I am sorry old friend. We failed you." 
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 The screen flickered off and the room became silent.
 
 "Well shit Chief. Seems we gotta find it before the Supes do" A black man with a impressive beard spoke. He was the one to have turned of the tv. He seemed a little nervous. Tension played across his muscles, causing tiny flexes. He wore a set of hightech looking armor. A Z was emblazoned on his left shoulder. Underneath it red Bowen. The man cradled a shotgun of make and design no one outside thier little unit had likely seen. 
 
 "I say we let them 'ave him I do." A scrappy looking ginger spoke up. His eyes blue and wild. His teeth all but missing, He wore the same getup as Bowen. His name red as Bush. His
 
 "Can't do that Bush. You know that." A equally ginger girl spoke. She was almost mausey next to Bowen. Her tag read as Ace. 
 
 "What do you think Chief?" 
 
 "I think our target got to greedy. We know it only just struck. We know it underestimated them a bit, seeing how much collateral damage they caused before going down. That means the traces will be much fresher, and much easier to track." The woman called Chief said calmly. She was a powerfully built asian woman, Japanese to be exact. Her body was clad in the same hightech gear as her crew and the rifle in her hands were not from this world. The sleekness seemed almost organic, and the twisting design of the barell was nothing you would ever see on the human rifle. She seemed the least angry or upset. She seemed down right mirthful. 
 
 "But how do we take it down Chief? It ate the fucking Espers. Retired or not, they are... were the real deal."  
 
 "These guns we got are especially meant to cut trough telekinetic barriers. These collars are able to completely scramble psychic signals, so they will keep him from fucking with our minds. Remember, when we engage, no eyecontact, lenses on. We do not wait, we do not care for colleteral." She said as the four locked and loaded.
 
 "Let's hunt this son of a bitch down. Zeta Retrieval Unit, move out."