[H3][color=gray]Michael Rowling[/color][/h3] [B]Uptown[/b] It had been several minutes since Mike had been trying to leave Midtown. He had delivered Mr. Fiorillo to his destination who agreed to tale Mike's offer of confirming whether or not his young girlfriend was cheating on him. It would be a quick paycheck. He had parked his car at a small park in Uptown. The scenery was nice, and he wanted to avoid going to Midtown until things settled down there. For now, he decided to keep himself updated on what had actually happened. Mike leaned on outside of his car facing the street with his shades on as he took a look at Privy on his phone. He was in simple business professional attire, wearing a black suit over a white dress shirt without a tie. Though he hated driving in them, he wore black leather oxfords. Night was starting to creep up, but knowing the sun was beginning to set was bittersweet to him. He always felt better at night since discovering his abilities as it was in the nature of them, it was just… that it was also when [I]they[/i] came out. Just thinking about [I]them[/i] made him shudder in discomfort. Few people knew of Mike's abilities. Almost no one knew of his relation to the roaches, and he liked it that way. Sure, N.O.V.A knew after Mike had requested to be cured of his abilities, but the only person that knew everything was one of his favorite clients, Camilla Burke. The woman had always made him feel comfortable and at times confident in his abilities. The feeling never stuck though. Mike didn't want to be confident in his powers, he just wanted them gone. "Fuck," Mike whispered to himself as he felt and heard the tiny vibrations coming from the disease covered critters. It was starting. Their attempts to communicate… with him. The roaches never communicated with each other much, but Mike was like the only piece of hot ass at a bar to them. They never shut up unless he told them to, which was annoying to continuously do. There was at least some sort of upside. It was the fact that the nasty pests always listened to Mike. It never seemed to matter what he ordered the roaches to do or how he ordered, they complied. The news was focused on the lab fire and the variants suspected of causing it. Pariah Underground was to blame according to sources. [I]I remember when those guys were basically a humanitarian group for Variants.[/i] Then there was the mentíon of the vigilantes arriving on the scene. Mike sighed. [I]I can't believe N.O.V.A just let these weirdos make them look bad.[/i] Mike did not dislike vigilantes, but he didn't understand them much except for the fact that they usually helped when and where N.O.V.A failed to. "Duffle bags?" Mike let out as he thought about the prospect. [I]Pariah wouldn't do this if those bags weren't of value and they're headed this way… And then there are the vigilantes...[/i] Mike smirked more to being surprised to his desire than to the opportunity of earning some extra cash. The only problem was… Mike looked at his surroundings and then at his clothes. There was no way he could strip without being seen. The sun was still out and if he waited for night it might be too late to act. Mike took as much as he could out of his pockets and placed them in the trunk of his vehicle. He also slipped off his shoes and jacket to place in the trunk as well. Mike tossed his car keys into a bush before darting from the vehicle and in the direction of Midtown already breaking 100 miles per hour. [H3][color=olive]Camilla Burke[/color][/h3] [B]Bayou[/b] [I]"Greetings, Cipher. Over the past few months, there has been an increasing number of disappearances in New Haven, a city known for increasing levels of Variant-related crimes. All attempts by local law enforcement to solve these missing persons cases have turned up cold. Investigators who appear to be close to a solution end up disappearing themselves. Infiltrate the city and investigate the matter as you best see fit. Use whatever methods and resources necessary to bring this mystery to light. This message will degenerate in 5...4...3...2…"[/i] Camilla didn't even wait for the countdown, before shifting her attention to a 4'x12' Holographic screen on the wall of the large brightly lit room she now stood in the center of. The aesthetics of the room itself were dull. Gray walls with a black matted floor. However, inventory was quite nice besides the simple full sized bed in the furthest corner. The wall opposite of the holographic screen was adorned with tactical equipment and firearms. To her left was a kitchenette along the wall and two doors on either side. One door led to a bathroom, and the other was to stairs leading up. The side of the room where her bed was a wardrobe, dresser, and even a workspace. In between the center of the room to that side of the room was a personal gym that had pull-up bars, a cable machine, an adjustable barbell rack, and a dumbbell rack. "Display the link analysis diagram for New Haven," Camilla said as she approached the holographic screen. The screen that had originally been blank filled up with a diagram of names of people and locations throughout the city. "Two major information hubs. Wonderland in Bywater and the Shadowbroker… Display Wonderland and the Shadowbroker side by side." The holographic screen did just that, showing both profiles side by side. Wonderland had plenty of background info, while the Shadowbroker profile was a bit skeletal. "They both have their pros and cons…" Camilla placed her right hand against the screen over the name Alice Corbett on the Wonderland profile. There were mostly candid photos of the woman bartending. The woman seemed approachable enough to Camilla. "Her information doesn't come cheap, but it's affordable. And who doesn't want to get juicy intel over a few drinks?" Camilla smirked before her eyes looked to the Shadowbroker profile. All she could do was cross her arms and sigh. "Now you probably have the information I want, but how do I get to you?" Camilla bit her lower lip in frustration. [I]I just need time to think, or maybe I should just contact another Cypher in the city. Ugh, I hate playing with other Cyphers though.[/i] Camilla looked to her personal gym while easing off of the stressful look on her face. She figured she might as well think on it after a workout. "Cue the music!"