[b]March 8th, 2020
3:15 PM, PT
Satomi Towers, Coast City[/b]

[@Korkoa]
[@Queentze]

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Lreglo Iktin. Five minutes ago the name meant nothing to Ezra, now whoever that was was going on Ezra’s best buds list. Finally, a lead! He floated up through the roof of his apartment and into the workshed, a wide grin on his lips as he saw Jessie already there. He hurriedly took a seat at one of the many laptops and plugged his phone into the device, data transferring in only a handful of seconds thanks to the quality make of them.

“Benji got a hit,” he informed his partner excitedly. “There was a badge in Indy,” wherever that was, “he got a local to tap the mics and found a few bases before the program was discovered and shut out.” As he spoke a map unfurled on the screen and began highlighting red dots in several well known locations; Metropolis, Midway, Hub, Central, and Coast City, with a few extra scattered around smaller locales in the Midwest. “It’s not all of their bases, but we only needed one right?”

He paused, realizing they’d never discussed what they would do about the DEO. Jessie had pledged to help him, but did that extend to sneaking into an armed government agency and stealing information from them? He anxiously met her eyes, “I’m going to go after them. I have to know what they’re up to, who’s giving the orders.” There was so much he didn’t know it was hard to articulate the questions he had that needed answers, but he did his best. “I won’t, uh, I won’t make you go,” though her technological expertise would be vital to his mission, “but I have to ask; will you help me?”

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[b]March 9th, 2019
9:40 AM, ET
The Bowery, Gotham[/b]

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His laughter echoed off the alley walls, the creepy edge freaking out more than just his quarry. A gun flashed, the bang of its shot seemed only to accentuate the unnatural silence of the area. The bullet went wide though, and burst into a flash of bright pink light before it could damage anything or anyone. The shooter was a man dressed in black, beanie pulled low over his face except for two slits for his eyes. He ran like the devil itself was chasing him, through panicked glances over his shoulder and firing at even a hint of movement, and especially at the creepy laughter that followed him.

Hex, on the other hand, was having loads of fun taking his revenge on this particular mugger. The man had targeted Anna’s family while they were out getting groceries, and she’d been upset for days after, flinching at random strangers and avoiding alleyways and all sorts of out of character behavior. So he decided to deal a little more vigilante justice to the mundane side of Gotham. Sure the lines were out of whack, but there was only so much chaos they could cause right? It wouldn’t hurt to take a break every now and again to put the hurt on the rest of the criminals would it?

He jumped, landing in a crouch directly in the mugger’s path just as he was looking over his shoulder again. When the man looked ahead of him again, Hex had ducked into an alley as the man went charging over his ‘present’. The drip-dodecahedron shaped piece of glass shattered in a flare of violet power, and the man only got a single echoing shriek of fear out before the blast slammed upwards from beneath his feet.

Laughing again, coming down from the high of the chase and settling into the high of victory, Hex slowly approached the downed man and pulled a small carved stone out of the man’s hoodie pocket. A silencing ward; the man’s gunshots and shouts hadn’t attracted any attention because this little baby had made sure no one could hear them. [i]Thank you great truncated icosahedron, it’s like you were meant to hold that spell.[/i]

He continued to smirk at his own job well done as he pocketed the stone and strode up a set of conjured glowing violet stairs so he could take to the roofs again without being seen.

He sent a text to Pads noting the muggers location and the sleeping charm he’d left behind.