[b][center][h2] The Adventures Of  [s]Wisp[/s] Creep[/h2][/center][/b]
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The Rockers were lacking many things. Territory. Reputation. Equipment. And of course, competent members to get all that. Unfortunately the Rocker's in Denver had a grand total, as of recently, of two of those. Shatterpoint was determined to put this, however temporary, 100% increase in competent members to good use. A bit of questions as to what Creep could help them with and he had given her several tasks. Likely the easiest of which was to sneak into the various store fronts and homes and place a calling card there, a small business card with crossed pick and "The Rockers" in bold font across it. Then he would have her steal something noticeable from it.

Reputation. Once or twice he had her scout around areas the Rockers wanted to claim to see who was there, and take any weapons she could find, before using his lackies to clear the area out. Territory. And now... it was time for another meeting. As was usually the case Shatterpoint appeared to be alone, they'd met in a part of town where the Rockers had some control, as much as the Rockers controlled anything. Creep had made it clear they weren't to meet at their old house. As far as she could tell he'd also kept to the bargain so far. No attempts to track her, nobody knew she existed. None of the little stunts he'd had her pull had been big enough to make anyone important think the Rockers had a new parahuman. Shatterpoint hadn't been drowning Creep in money but she was certainly getting well paid. More than enough to cover her move, her living expenses, and even whatever new thing her sister wanted, at least if she didn't steal them. Overall... Things were going well for the both of them.