[center][h1][b]Roadblock[/b][/h1][/center]


[b]Time: Evening (Day of the Hounds of Humanity's first apperance)
Location: Lost Haven Special Cases Building[/b]

The Lost Haven Special Cases Department, a special branch of the Lost Haven Police, made to address the problems and concerns arising from and regarding metahumans. The Hounds had watched as this them as they solved their first cases, rising from a fledgling division and blossomed into an actual unit. They watched with high hopes, that the city was finally acknowledging the real problem, hoping that the LHSCD would use their new tools for justice. But were ultimately disappointed, the police had not changed, most metahumans arrested were not given their dues, and now they had to intervene. This was the duty of the Hounds of Humanity, to ensure justice and to protect humanity.

Several vans pulled up to the front of the LHSCD building, within the span of moments several dozen well-armed men poured out the back of each vehicle, accompanied by two armored figures, they burst through the front doors, and without warning they opened fire on anybody not wearing their colors. Like a machine, the Hounds mercilessly gunned down both officer and civilian. 

Some of the civilians tried to escape through a doorway but with no cover they were easily seen, and a burst of gunfire cut them down. A few of the officers had managed to pull out their side-arms, but it wasn’t enough, any casualties on the Hound’s side were minimal at best. 
The first few minutes of their invasion into the LHPD building went exactly as planned, all thanks to Major Farland, who had spent the last days studying the SCD building in detail. From room layout, mission loadouts, to its individual personnel. And with the LHSCD’s field armor out of commission this was the perfect time to strike. 

Just like the mission reports, most SCD officers carried standard police issue side-arms, something easily repelled by his armor, and as expected, with time more of them geared up if they weren’t already. Several squads wearing customized police body armor equipped with M4A1’s blocked his path, and just like the others, he and his squad cut a bloody swath through them. It was only a few minutes into his intrusion and he felt as if the police were pulling back for some reason, but he was taking too much ground, so it was about time they sent someone at him.

[i]Right on schedule. [/i] Farland thought to himself as several officers appeared further down the hallway. He recognized their equipment, they wore armor just like the others, but they all also held rifles. Farland recognized them, the cylindrical receiver sat on top, with a hose connecting to a container on their backs.

“Hounds, fan out, Mark 2 delta formation!” Farland shouted as the thrusters on the back of his legs came to life, he quickly drove up the wall and over the ceiling in a spiral, moving too fast for the policemen to track. Their shots went wide, coating some of the slower Hounds, and the ceiling as they tried to nail him along with the other suit. As Farland flew around the hallway he reached behind his back to unhook a ‘blade’. The sword had a length of four meters, and a pointed tip at the top, but the actual ‘blade’ was missing, a problem he fixed only a moment later.

[i][color=0076a3]Kapoosh[/color].[/i]

He flipped a switch, and a stream of violent rippling blue energy connected from the hilt to the top. Farland swung his arm, the blade quickly slashed through the air, and the bodies of the officers collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

Other officers attempted to nail him down as soon as he landed, but he wasn’t alone, the second hound suit aimed an arm at the group and several miniature missiles launched from the forearm, leaving trails of smoke behind as the crashed around the officers. The explosions surrounded the officers, throwing their bodies around the area, several of the foam containers ruptured in the explosion and began to spew foam outwards, blocking the hallway behind him, and the one the officers came from.

“R&D needs to fix that damn A.I. when we get back.” Farland mumbled to himself, he checked the camera view from the MK2 suit to examine his squad, and then twisted a small embedded knob on the side of his head. A small crackle signified the radio coming to life.

“The mission hasn’t changed, continue to mission point.” Farland said, since he remembered the layout of the building it would only be a matter of time now, but as soon as he turned around a figure burst through the wall in front of him. Debris from the wall exploded outwards, what Farland made out to be a fist crashed into his helmet, obscuring his main cameras, and knocking him down onto the floor with a loud crash. The tiles underneath him shattered in multiple directions.

“The SCD’s second suit, was finished?” Farland said out loud, his statement came out as a question, but the answer was already spelled out in front of him, in the form of a gold badge reading “Police, Protect & Serve.”

“Stay down on the ground, and identify yourself!” The other armored figure shouted. Colonel Farland considered his position for a moment, these were simply men and women doing their duty, he couldn’t fault them for that, and they deserved to know who killed them.

“We are the Hounds of Humanity, we’ve come to do your job for you, and we will not surrender.”

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Richard Hunter, a detective, and the newest addition to the LHSCD, found himself in a real battle only a week into his new posting. It was only hours ago he was reading manuals and shooting dummy rounds, but being thrust into action so soon was jarring, with the only functioning suit in his hands, he only hoped his hours into practice runs would be enough. At this point he had a good handle on movement, and the general functions on his weapons, but the exact details on his armory and abilities were a little sketchy. 

Still, he counted himself lucky that he was able to make it this far without something serious happening. So when the entire station went on alarm he found himself both scared, and angry. To lose fellow policemen somewhere they all felt safe, that was unforgiveable, and he’d make sure he intruders paid up in full.

He had rushed out of the basement as fast as he could, carrying only a limited armament with him, his comrades in arms were in danger, and if he hurried he could save them, he hoped. Although he wasn’t able to save these men, he’d do his best to make sure they were the last to die today.

“[color=00a99d]The Hounds?[/color]” A voice from the inside of his helmet said, as if remembering something. That voice belonged to Artemis, the LHSCD’s secret AI.

“[color=00aeef]Did the other guy fight them too?[/color]” Richard asked, slamming a knuckle into his palm. He then leapt up and slammed his fist down, intending to smash his enemy square in the head. But the Hound quickly slid away, and launched into the air, correcting his stance.

“[color=00a99d]No, but we’ve received numerous messages from them. We thought they were just upset civilians forming some kind of hate group, we thought wrong[/color].” 

The Hound did a sweeping attack, intending to use his blade to get at Richard’s head. Heat and danger alarms blared inside his helmet, warning him of the threat.

“[color=00a99d]Deploying Particle Dispersion Field.[/color]” Artemis said as a soft hissing filled the room. The area around the energy sword shimmered, and it began to flicker, but it didn’t die out completely. The boosters on Richard’s own armor fired up and gave him the extra length he needed to get away, but it was clear who had the speed advantage, and they both knew it.

The Hound aimed his arm at Richard and several blue flashes shot out from his forearm, beams of bright blue energy sped towards Richard, but they had all shrunk down to the size of a toothpick before they reached him.

“[color=00aeef]Sorry, looks like we’ll have to do this mano a mano![/color]” Richard taunted, but his eyes dashed between his gauges, the particle field was doing its job, but he wasn't sure it was supposed to go down this fast.

[color=6ecff6]Particle Dispersion Field: 79%[/color]

“[color=00a99d]Mr. Hunter, 11’o clock![/color]” Artemis shouted, but Richard had been too distracted with the one Hound to see the other close in and tackle him, taking them both through the wall and into the outside.  A loud metal clanging shot out through the night, heard alongside the heavy pelting of water and thunder, the cement in the side alleyway cracked and crumbled as they crashed into the floor. 

“[color=00a99d]Stretching the Particle Field like this is going to deplete our supply quickly, try to take out the one with the sword first[/color].”

Richard grunted a reply and leveled his rifle upwards and let off a quick burst before using his boosters to dash away from the other Hound. The second one wasn’t giving him any time to attack the other, the second one had to go first, or at least be dealt with. He turned and unloaded his clip at the second one, but the bullets stopped against a blue barrier.

“[color=00a99d]An energy shield, blade, full on flight, interesting[/color].” Artemis muttered.

“[color=00aeef]Less interesting, more solutions.[/color]”

“[color=00a99d]Try your grappling cable; it might hold him long enough for a take down, but you might want to time this one[/color].”

“[color=00aeef]Well use the shield then[/color].” Richard mumbled as he dashed away from a missile bombardment, the second Hound was starting to escalate its attacks, and the flying Hound took this as his opportunity. With Roadblock being suppressed by the other suit he could use this chance for his heavier weapons. The Hound’s chest began to light up, energy particles gathered into the center of the light, and a bigger beam tore through the sky. 

The beam struck Richard dead on, leaving a deep black scorch mark, blowing him onto the streets, and into a parked minivan. The alarm went off, along with the vehicle next to it.