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The Denver International Airport, a place with high security, higher even than many airports—which were already well guarded and surveilled to begin with. It was a true behemoth, something most criminals would find themselves skulking away from, setting their sights lower.

He was no average criminal. No, he was a performer and a mastermind and he knew how to play a crowd. Thralls in security, thralls entering as civilians, thralls watching cameras. It had taken quite a bit of effort to coordinate it all for this day, but he'd managed to. Schedule switches, work accidents, small things...things no one would think terribly strange. Cameras might pan to see a new region, follow a civilian acting suspicious, a security guard might let someone through who would normally not have passed. Someone watching the items going through security might search someone to distract while contraband got through.

Beyond even this, he'd instructed the other Jacks not to enter all at once, though for Thunderbolt and Whimsy to go together. Their gear got in, getting through checks, though some other poor civilians—fans--were pulled aside for contraband. He'd checked statistics, making sure it wasn't abnormally high for the day. He didn't want people to catch on to how they'd infiltrated retroactively.

He wanted this done carefully and so it was.

Finally, last of the Jacks to enter, Drake went through security. However, he didn't look like his normal self. Indeed he'd donned very light make up—with the help of several fans—and an ensemble different from his usual clothes, to help obscure his identity.

He got through, though with a search of his person. A brief patdown, just to make things look fine. The cameras caught it all, and indeed it was to make him appear even less guilty. After all, they'd checked him and all his luggage extensively and found nothing. It was on camera, it had caught his face and still...they'd have nothing on him.

As he finished passing through TSA, donned his shoes, stylish black jacket, put his built back on and of course reactived his bluetooth, he felt quite satisfied with his performance thus far.

Heading past the first bathroom he saw, Drake used tapcode to notify a few thralls, who converged on his position under the guise of getting food. As he headed for his gate one of his thralls tripped and splashed his clothes with coffee. He made a brief scene, the thrall was apologetic, and then he moved on his way understandably heading back for a bathroom. At the precise moment of his entry his thralls obscured him from the cameras in what would appear total happenstance. He entered with several regular civilians, took care of his business, and washed off his face thoroughly. He also changed his clothes, drying off and getting out of his ruined clothes, all the while muttering angrily.

When he left the bathroom, again with a group, he was not the same man who had entered.

Just one more step taken to obscure his identity. Thereafter he headed for the gate, notifying his teammates that he had gotten in fine. Briefly he used tapcode to check with a number of his thralls, then notified the team that everything was in place. Their eyes and ears were open now all they had to do...was wait.[hr][center][h1][color=#3068FF][b]Evelyn Chambers – [i]Tulpa[/i][/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
She'd woken up that morning with the intention of doing some last touches on some [i]homework[/i] and perhaps later do some a bit more shopping to fill out a set of new outfits in her wardrobe, but as she dressed, applied light make-up and ate her breakfast she found that her plans would go unfulfilled.

[i][color=cyan][b]Warning: Do not speak any of the following out loud.[/b] Emergency mission for the Wards, approved by Decoy. Details to follow. Meet at the Little Owl Cafe ASAP in civilian clothing. Tiger Lily will provide crucial details on what could be the most important mission of your whole careers.[/color][/i]

Frowning slightly, Evelyn laughed a bit to herself, glanced at her phone to check the weather, and then retrieved a coat. When she felt sufficiently prepared she told her parents she was going out for morning coffee with some friends before school. Her mom gave her a kiss on the head and her dad told her not to be late.

She smiled, waved, and headed out getting a taxi to the address. When she got there she thanked the man, tipped him, and got out to walk down the block to the Little Owl Cafe. All the while, unseen, her [i]'shadow'[/i] passed through the street and the walls around her, never visible in her vicinity, but always there...ready.

Pushing open the door with a shoulder Evelyn entered, giving her team a wave and a slightly guarded smile, before she got a coffee—with plenty of cream—and then headed over to sit down with them. Though her makeup was still light, she seemed to be wearing more than normal, though it was perhaps something one might notice only if they were particular observant.

The rest of her demeanor seemed about the same as usual.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Hey guys. Same message?"[/b][/color] She asked, making sure the others had come her for the same reason she had. Frankly she didn't much like that her routine had been interrupted, but oh well...she could tolerate an interruption from time to time. Perhaps this time things might go somewhat smoothly....

....[hr][center][h1][color=#B8EEFF][b]Jake Krain[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr]
Typing away behind his desk, Jake frowned as he heard a faint crashing noise. Then, all of the sudden things went crazy, glass shattered as something struck the building. He ducked under his desk, mind racing, eyes narrowing.  People started screaming, some from what sounded like pain, but most in panic and fear.

Not a good sign. With the windows gone he could hear that the chaos was much worse outside. Immediately his mind raced and while he felt no panic or worry he felt a sense of urgency. He had to do something, but how to get out of this situation and not reveal his identity?

[i]Go to the roof.[/i]

Quickly he moved and began helping others evacuate, but at the nearest opportunity he slipped away and headed [i]up[/i]. He bid others not to go outside as it was more dangerous there than in their office building.

Some listened, some didn't. After a few minutes of straining to keep going up stairs he reached the top of his building. It was a tall one.

His legs hurt pretty badly from the climb. He'd be feeling that later. Fortunately he wouldn't be feeling it [i]now[/i].

The air warped, he felt a sense of nausea, followed by a blast of intense emotion, like surfacing after being underwater for a long...long time. The first breath was most intense, and pleasurable, but quickly it eased off and he could focus.

His senses ecpanded, immediately, and rapidly, giving him a mapping of electrical and bio-electrical activity. Showing him warping fields of magnetic energy. Sound bouncing off things, giving him an incredibly accurate read of the situation.

In short: Absolute Chaos.

Unacceptable.
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Feeling the sheer size and strength of his Second Vessel, he rose into the air off the roof of his job, taking off and accelerating suddenly in a burst, displacing air around him. He whirred down from the rooftop and then slowed all at once, his senses honing in on what so many people were retreating from.

That was what he'd hit. As he slowed he whipped the tendrils of his body, entwined to make a wide flat surface like wings, causing a powerful gust of wind to blast down at the cape. Amplifying it, Outside unleashed a barrage of kinetic blasts, uncoiling his tentacles to rush down at the cape.

From what he'd heard and the result of the individual's present, he hazarded that it was Eyeblight.

[color=#B8EEFF][b]"Stand down,"[/b][/color] his deep, hollow voice rang out. Then, less threatening he spoke to the civilians [color=#B8EEFF][b]"Exit your vehicles and head away from my location. Do not look in my direction. Villain, Eyeblight on scene."[/b][/color]

As he spoke he whipped a three tentacles down through the air at Eyeblight, their speed frightening, the weight behind them potentially devastating.