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[/sup][h3][sup][sup][color=9932CC]Virgil Ovid Hawkins   [color=9932CC]♦[/color]   June 1st, 2001   [color=9932CC]♦[/color]   Male   [color=9932CC]♦[/color] Hero [/color][/sup][/sup][/h3]
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It was strange really, they’ve only known each other for two hours and they were getting along as if they knew each other all their life.

[color=a2d39c][b]“Hey Virg, catch!”[/b][/color]

Virgil actually missed catching the Sprite can that was thrown at him, but a liberal use of his powers fixed that. As the can now surrounded in his electrical aura snatched right back into Virgil’s hand. Virgil mostly not wanting to hear his fathers wraith for coming home late, had decided to stay at Rich’s house, at least until morning, where they would both head to school. He figured if he was staying with a friend to study, his dad would be A LOT less angry that he wasn’t actually doing that. Bullshit? Maybe, but it was something to consider.

[color=9932CC][b]“Thanks Rich.”[/b][/color]

They sat at the living room couch ready to play Rich’s Xbox, Virgil had just suffered two hours of Richs claiming that he was the best Avenue Brawler players in the Midwest. Virgil never one to miss out on playing a fighting game, had to see this for himself and then prove him wrong. So After gathering their respective drinks, they were ready to play. Richard sat himself down on the couch and was ready to play, powering on the TV which quickly launched into the local news.

[b]“Explosion at the Paris Island pier…”[/b]

Virgils eyes perked up as he stared at the fire, but saw that Richard was set to change the TV Input. In a quick reaction Virgil snatched the remote

[color=9932CC]“DON’T Turn…”[/color]

Richard blinked in confusion. [color=a2d39c]“Come on dude, what was that for?”[/color]

[color=9932CC]“That was where it happened...The pier.”[/color]

Richard blinked, but said nothing and stared at the TV screen.

Meanwhile…

[b]
[color=ed1c24]Augustus Freeman IV[/color][/b] had stepped out of his law firm, adjusting his tie. It was actually a slow day and most of his time was spent persecuting a few more hoodlums. It was becoming a constant in Dakota City, whether it was due to the close proximity to what they call Chiraq, or the overall depression of schools and the notoriously bad political spending of Dakota City’s Third Ward. He stepped into his 2014 Dodge Challenger and gave himself time to relax. He wasn’t one for creature comforts but Rocket made sure he kept himself grounded.

As he powered on the machine, he took time to relax he began to tune onto the radio, mostly to turn to the news.

Back at the scene…

[b]“We are live at the Scene of the Paris Island pier, a huge explosion has just rocked the pier, leaving 20 Million dollars and damages and almost 40 lives lost…We are now live at the scene in which…Oh my god…What are you doing!”[/b]

[color=SteelBlue][b]“Step aside, miss!”[/b][/color]

Wise Son after seeing the reporter had decided to take the scene. He snatched the microphone from her and then snarled at the cameraman. [color=SteelBlue][b]“And if you cut off this camera, I’ll make sure you’ll walk with a limp.”[/b][/color] The cameraman stood in shock as Wise Son grinned staring at the carnage in front of him. [color=SteelBlue][b]“What you see in front of you, is the start of a New Legacy, no longer will we sit idly by while your…hackneyed views of justice are upheld by corrupt officers wanting to abuse their power…This will end, and the Blood Syndicate will make sure that such happens.”[/b][/color]

[b][color=SteelBlue]“Step up or step aside.”[/color] 
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He pushes the camera woman out of the way, as the rest of the current crew followed them, revealing exactly what was left in their wake. Bodies, and a lot of them, whether the officers were still living or dead was hard to tell from either the blood or the massive area engulfed in flames. The reporter simply stood back in shock stammering for something to stay.

[b]“Cut the feed, CUT THE DAMN FEED.”[/b]

[i]Back to the boys[/i]

It would seem at least for now Virgil’s and Richard’s gaming session was cancelled for now.

[b][color=a2d39c]“What the hell was that Virgil?”[/color][/b]

[b][color=9932CC]“Wise Son, The Force Syndicate leader, but no, he couldn’t have caused that damage alone...Did he manage to convince the others to do it too?”[/color][/b]

Richard was now worried, He took note however for the rest of the still remaining gang members, and came up with what seemed to be a stark conclusion 

[b][color=a2d39c]“Did you see how the rest of them looked, whatever did…this to you, must’ve done something similar to them.” [/color][/b]

A Superpowered urban gang…that was…certainly not something that the city could deal with alone. Richard then looked at Virgil who realized what was going on. [color=9932CC]“He must’ve found a way for The Set’s to peace it up, I know Wise Son had that charisma but I didn’t think he was THAT Good.”[/color] He however noticed that there was one person missing, that he didn’t see in the feed.

[b][color=9932CC]“Ebon…Ebon wasn’t there…”[/color][/b]

[b][color=82ca9d]“Ebon? You mean the guy with the cornrows, Your big homie?”[/color][/b]

Virgil nodded. Did he die in the Explosion? It was hard to tell as he recognized none of the bodies when he saw them on the newscast, it wasn’t like they stayed on long enough to give him anything to work with. Virgil’s face dropped at the realization, Ebon, dead? It couldn’t be, they’d been boys since Childhood, and after Ebon’s father died, he was essentially his brother. He couldn’t just sit there and believe he was dead. 

[b][color=9932CC]“We have to look for him.”[/color][/b]

Virgil lifted himself off of the couch but Richard was quick to catch him in that thought. 
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[color=82ca9d]“Bad Idea, Virgil, especially with that newcast, That place is going to be hot, Officers going to be crowding everywhere, and you know Icon is going to be on the case?”[/color][/b]
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[color=9932CC]“Yeah, and like Icon is going to stand for us. He’s probably going to just end up the police’s superpowered dog, as usual.”[/color][/b]

Icon.

That was something for Virgil to think about, the hero always gave him mixed feelings, a black superhero that actually brought justice, but against his own people at least most of the time. He always was more high stakes when it came to crime, the bank robberies and murders were something he kept up on, at least when it came to the nicer areas, the rest of Dakota City, especially in Paris Islands, were nothing more than a shithole he never touched. He was no hero, not to Virgil anyway.

[b]
[color=82ca9d]“Look Virgil, He goes to school with us, if he's there tommorow, we know where he is...if not, we'll check the police department.”[/color][/b]

Virgil nodded and looked back at the TV.

[color=9932CC][b]“Yeah…I guess we will.”[/b][/color]