[center][h1][color=dodgerblue]Wards - Mission Time![/color][/h1]
[@BCTheEntity][@yoshua171][@solokolos][@Lugubrious][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

Decoy waited patiently through the tirade of questions from the Wards, most particularly from Lillian's excessively quick mouth. Many of the questions were things that Decoy would gladly answer, if he thought they had the time, or that the young Wards could even be interested in such matters. Of course, as Ira was the only tinker among them she was the only one that had even a chance of actually understanding Decoy's explanations. Such was the curse of higher knowledge. Evenlyn postured a rather intelligent question herself about the second two settings, while Alessa was certain to address her secret identity. All in all, it was a very good set of inquiries made by the junior heroes. Ironically Ira herself seemed to have nothing to ask, which the senior hero thought a bit odd. Normally she was the most eager to learn about Decoy's machines in an effort to improve her own tinkering. Interesting.

[color=cyan]"The second and third settings have been pre-programmed, yes. I took three dimensional recordings of you while training in order to capture the most realistic and proper actions that I could for these emitters, so they are one hundred percent lifelike, because they [i]are[/i] you. You are most welcome to try them out now if you so choose. I would encourage it, so that you can get a sense of what the second and third settings are in advance so that you can utilize them to maximum benefit in the field."[/color]

A second hologram appeared next to Decoy, this one an overview map of the city of Denver. Decoy's image snapped, the sound echoing throughout the room in a grand fashion as the multitude of speakers projected it in an overly dramatic manner. As if that signaled the change, the map zoomed in on an old railroad warehouse in the southwestern section of the city. [color=cyan]"Fun time is over, now onto business. As many of you may know, the new Protectorate hero Hermes has had a rather... Checkered past. He's done business with some unsavory types. Well that connection has led to the PRT discovering many details about our local criminal underworld that we hadn't before known."[/color]

Decoy gave pause to make sure each of the Wards understood and caught up to the situation before continuing. [color=cyan]"Thanks to those connections, we know that The Community are having a rally tonight, which the majority of the members are required to attend. We don't have any information on the location or purpose of this rally sadly, but we have reason to believe that this old train station is a point of contraband delivery. With most of the gang busy, we believe this to be a perfect opportunity for the Wards to get more valuable field experience, and hopefully deal a critical blow to Denver's most wanted."[/color]

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[center][h1][color=gold]The Jacks - Community Drop Off: Let's Get the Package![/color][/h1]
[@yoshua171][@BCTheEntity][@Eklispe][@floodtalon][@Old Amsterdam][/center]

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The old rail station sat at the edge of some old dilapidated slums of some old Denver district. A few abandoned rail cars sat here and there on old unused tracks, clearly relics of an old time. A quick drive by the location would tell anybody paying attention that a couple of gangbangers were guarding the front door, armed with small guns and wearing bandannas over their faces. Cops in this area were very few and far between sadly, and most avoided the more dangerous parts of the area for their own safety. At least that would be a boon for the Jacks. Law enforcement would be unlikely to show up if gunshots went off.According to the timetable that the Broker had given them, the crates should have been delivered about an hour ago.

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[h2][center]The Minutemen and Swarm - We're Selling Like Hotcakes Today![/center][/h2]
[center][@Banana][@yoshua171][@Old Amsterdam][@Spiffy][/center]

Miss Sheila Jones gave pause as the Minutemen asked her some basic questions. She seemed to sense Kyoshi's distrust, and made that known with a look as she placed the lipstick back into her purse. [color=pink]"As far as I know, we've never accepted any of their 'help.' It's unthinkable that daddy would do such a thing, but..."[/color] She gave a half-hearted shrug. [color=pink]"People flying and lifting buses are common now, so I guess nothing is impossible?"[/color]

That's when the door to the apartment-turned-office had another knock. G4M3R was quick to open it up, revealing a well dressed man holding a briefcase. [color=92278f]"Welcome sir! G4M3R here, happy to have you in our office today. Please take a seat, and we'll be right with you as soon as we finish up business with this young lady."[/color]

[color=pink]"Actually, I think we're done."[/color] Sheila stood up, twisted her waist a couple times to pop her back, then slowly strolled for the door. [color=pink]"I hope you'll come help us. I don't... Trust the Protectorate. Government capes just don't give me a good feeling, you know? I prefer the private sector. Ciao, lovelies."[/color] Without another word Sheila Jones was out the door, heading for the parking lot.