[centre][h2]The Streets[/h2]
[h1]Downtown Boston[/h1]
[sub]21st January, 2011[/sub][/centre]

When the phone rang, it was instinct more than anything else that answered it. A voice down the other end of the line - sounding extremely exasperated - didn't even give a chance to say hello.

"A scuffle has broken out between Gladius and Wonderland in Dorchester," said the voice, recognisable as a Consortium handler that was responsible for handing down missions to operatives. "Every faction in the city, practically, has now gotten involved. Naturally, we can't let an opportunity like this pass us by without seeing if there is any potential for profit."

"Make your way to Dorchester. I need eyes on the scene. Engage any parahuman you can feasibly take down and eliminate them." The man's tone became even sterner, if such a thing was possbile. "Under no circumstances reveal your status as a Consortium operative. As far as anyone is concerned, you are an independant taking advantage of the situation. Should the Protectorate gets their hands on you, don't even think about telling them anything. Even if you are locked in a cell, you won't be safe from us."

"Are we clear?" barked the voice. "Good," he interrupted without giving any time to respond. 

"Get moving. I expect results."

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