[center][h1][color=dodgerblue]The Wards[/color] and [color=red]The Jacks[/color] - Old Friend's, New Enemies[/h1]
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"Messiah, the enemy is making a retreat!" called out the lieutenant, stating a rather obvious fact. She began opening fire on the closest of the villains, Thunderbolt. At that range, and considering Thunderbolt's natural brute toughness, they were rendered highly ineffective. "Damn!" she cursed. This whole thing was going rather poorly, but even if these villains got away, the mission would still largely be considered a success. They were to scout and secure the warehouse. If a few unrelated villains got away, then at least the mission itself was still good to go.

[b]"Hello dearly uninvited guests!"[/b] A new voice, the voice of a woman dripping with sadist undertones, began to blare over the train station's intercom, easily heard both inside and outside of the building. 

"Oh no," said the lieutenant, the quiet of her voice serving as proof that she recognized the woman speaking to them. All of the Wards would invariably know of the voice, even if they'd never met its owner in person. As part of their usual training they had been required to listen to voice clips captured of one of the Community's leadership. But this was no training exercise and this was no pre-recorded clip. If Troll were speaking to them, then the Wards would be in incredible danger. The Jacks might have known of her as well, but only by reputation. This was going to be a first for the villains.

[b]"You see, I told Father that if everyone went to the rally tonight that a bunch of our good shit would be left unprotected, and I was right! I never thought that we'd get two families of rats invading though! This will be fun!"[/b] At that point doors and gates surrounded the station slammed shut. [b]"Ooooh, but don't worry, I won't be playing with your widdy bitty emotions and crushing you into tear-stained lumps of human shells! Fun as that'd be, I found a somewhat... Different way to have fun. I'm only here to spectate! So without further adieu, go get'em, Overrun!"[/b]

At that moment a door opened up inside the warehouse section of the train station, the door Heartless had found to be completely airtight and thus was unable to scout. The door that lead to the office at the top of the catwalks overhanging the rest of the storage facility. Out stepped a [url=https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5133bc80e4b0c6fb04dcd6c4/t/59a5c03c9f7456e6826fc3c0/1504034892687/dr_william_ettiman_whisper_web.jpg?format=500w]figure clad in black[/url] with a full face mask. Accounting for the combat boots, he was probably around 6 feet tall, and built with a nice toned muscle. Opening up the left side of his black coat, he pulled out a sword ready for combat. From the right side he produced a boomerang. These weapons, they felt familiar to the Wards somehow...

[color=ed1c24]"Hello old friends,"[/color] he spoke coldly. [color=ed1c24]"I figured, 'I don't belong in this world, so what does it matter if I fuck some shit up?' After all, you're not [i]my[/i] Wards. Elliot, you're as self-absorbed as ever, you prick. But look, I learned something from you."[/color] The figure gestured to himself with a bit of a flourish. [color=ed1c24]"I learned how to be edgy."[/color]

The villain that Troll had introduced as "Overrun" jumped down from the catwalk. As he did so, clones began emerging from around him. A number of them were used to break his fall, while others charged the Wards, the two conscious PRT soldiers, and the Jacks. [color=ed1c24]"HahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHA[h3]HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"[/h3][/color] More and more clones kept emerging like a never ending river churning out more water. The first wave were completely indistinguishable from the original Overrun, but as more and more kept coming they began to exhibit differences. Subtle at first, but they became larger differences as more kept being produced.

[color=cyan]"Wards, you have permission to engage with lethal force!"[/color] came the hurried voice of Decoy over their communicators. [color=cyan]"Those clones are artificial constructs, they're not really alive!"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Nobody is escaping my stampede!"[/color] shouted one of the dozens of clones, this one distinguishable as a woman. Using her arms, she made a pulling motion toward the Jacks that were in the process of getting the hell out of dodge. The air rippled with each tugging motion, and space itself folded in on itself in such a way that drug Headhunter, Chatterbox, Sofia, and even Heartless back into the building. Beyond what anybody could have imagined, Heartless was even being drug up out of the ground, in his normal physical form! 

All five Wards. All five Jacks. Stuck together in a warehouse together as they faced an endlessly increasing amount of enemies, some of which had begun demonstrating their own superpowers!