[centre][h2]The Consortium Corporate Headquarters: Alverton Building
[/h2]
[h1]Downtown Boston[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

“He is correct, I’m afraid to say,” a voice drifted from across the room as soon as the elevator doors chimed open. “The voice in your head is under your protection as of now.”

Gesturing for the two parahumans to take a seat, Maxwell remained standing with his commanding view of the city. “The Covenant have been bad for business lately, and we are finally taking steps to locate and silence the group. As such, escorting a tinker who can detect sound is the best idea we have that combines both effectiveness and subterfuge.”

Taking a swig from the glass in his hand, he gave the two an almost apologetic look. “It was not my idea. I am not entirely clear on how my superior intends for you to babysit someone who will not allow you near him, but I am paying you enough to figure that out yourselves.”

“We believe that they will move to stop the chaos in Dorchester, so finding them as they enter or leave Allston should be your priority. If you locate them, contact me and await further instruction.” Taking a pair of brown paper packets from a drawer on his desk, he placed one down in front of each guest. “Dossiers on the Covenant - incase you are tasked to engage, or something goes wrong. There is also a burner phone in each envelope which has a direct line to my office.”

“Any questions?”

[@ProPro][@FancyHats][@hagroden]

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[centre][h2]PRT Base[/h2]
[h1]Boston[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

“Who was I taking this to, again?” A lone PRT grunt thought, as he snaked the halls of Mission Hill to the Director’s office. Knocking on the door, he entered the room. “Miss Underwood, I have a letter here from an officer of a foreign branch, regarding a aggressive hero here?”

“No, Mr Mason. What you have is a potentially contaminated letter from a Wonderland agent,” came the agitated voice of the Boston PRT Director. “I thought our Stranger protocols were adequate here, but it would seem I have some serious safety concerns to address. Give it to me.” 

As he handed the letter over, suddenly feeling rather stupid and twitchy, Underwood carefully opened the letter, and read it. Her eyebrows raised slightly. “Oh,” she said with a vulpine smile. “Well done, Mr Mason. I will reconsider terminating your employment. Now leave. I have a call to make.”

Picking up the phone, she hit number 1 on speed dial. It didn’t even ring twice before the line connected.

“Praetor. I have an invitation here.”

[@Duoya]

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[centre][h2]Gladius Border Territory[/h2]
[h1]Dorchester[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

As the cybernetic tinker launched herself, Askaryan braced for the impact. 

Rising slightly, the cape slammed him onto the front seat of the car he’d been leaning against. Bouncing - and not having quite come to a complete stop - he chuckled at her through a gasp of pain. “You know, usually I use the back seat.” 

Placing a hands on separate pieces of her clothing, he used his power.  They pulsed with faint energy, before continuing forward with the same momentum they had. Kicking back slightly, he did a mirror on himself, causing his power to pull the two apart and carry them off in opposite directions at a meandering pace. 

Cutting out the power on his own costume, he fell two feet to the ground, landing on his dodgy leg with a grunt. Taking out a number of ball-bearings from his pocket, he grinned. “Come on. Sure you don’t want a job?” he called out, launching another round of unstoppable projectiles. 

Twisting round, he grabbed a crude, metal pipe from the body of an injured and fallen Wonderland goon. Despite the odds, he hobbled towards his opponent.

[@Lasrever]

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[centre][h2]VTOL[/h2]
[h1]Approaching Dorchester[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

“Kinda,” Gestalt said with a shrug. “They’ll never get back together, but they fight a bit less. If only to tell me how ‘what I am doing is dangerous and I should stop before I get myself hurt’.” She sighed. “Typical parent stuff, now, I guess.”

Kairi nodded at Knight’s description of her trigger. “Yea. Stuff like that is the worst. It’s why I wanted to become a hero in the first place.” She peered out the VTOL window at the approaching smoke. “To clean up the city.”

Looking over at Anomaly, Nola chuckled. “Guess that just leaves one.” She winked. “Care to share, or was this just a test that we probably shouldn’t share important information that easily?” 

[@Banana][@PlatinumSkink]