[indent][b][u]January 1st, 10:29 AM (Eastern USA)
Justice Station, Space[/u]
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Beneath the helmet, Zoey's eyebrow twitched.

So this was Morgan's descendent. Half-human if she had to guess, and never been to Earth. Then again that wasn't a surprise considering that the former Emerald Knight had more than just Earth on his plate. He seemed to view the Justice Station as a bit of a toy.

To be fair, Zoey did at times too.

Still, he seemed happy enough just investigating the ... 'oddities' around him, and as such Grim once more focused on the more pressing threat. Besides, she knew what green lanterns were capable of. Even a green horn would be capable of defending himself enough in this confined space. Hopefully.

[color=crimson]"Project 0302007."[/color] Grim rumbled back thoughtfully. Already there was a small flash of optics behind the lens of the helmet as the A.I. Alfred pulled up everything available in regards to that. It wasn't much - at least, nothing that came from a surface scan of what's available. Probably encrypted and hidden, if it wasn't still on old fashioned paper. Doubtful.

And what a horrid name. Judging by the accent he'd know what it meant, too. [i]Soviets.[/i]

[color=crimson]"Grim,"[/color] Well-bred manners won out as the Gotham Hero reached out to grasp the nuclear man's in return, not showing a hint of the caution said hero felt. The Iron Fang armor was still giving off warnings on the level of radiation nearby, but for now it would have to hold off. [color=crimson]"Then, Zeka, let us discuss your plan on saving Earth if it was so pressing to come here."[/color] Grim tilted his head his head towards the airlock door, where Masquerade and Kraken still lingered.

He was sure Zeka understood not inviting him in.

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[indent][b][u]January 1st, 10:52 AM
Abandoned Building, Gotham City[/u]
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Flashing lights lit up the building, or at least what remained of it, beneath the dense Gotham pollution above. Close to noon and not even a single ray managed to squeeze it's way passed the dense cloud of smog overhead. Such a gloomy place.

Still, it was home, as much as the Commissioner hated it at times.

[color=lightgreen]"I think you're being a bit dramatic,"[/color] Jaina Jasper, Commissioner of Gotham noted in an incredibly even voice.

"Of course I'm not! This is serious, Commissioner! A metahuman attack in broad daylight, destruction of property - no, an entire [i]building[/i], an attempt on a man's life and another one possibly dead! For all we know this could be another Underground revolution stirring up beneath our very streets!"

The short, blonde pixie-haired woman just hummed non-commitedly to her colleague, allowing the taller man to continue ranting in much the same vein. As much as Jaina enjoyed being an officer, being Commissioner had its own set of problems. For one, she held the position for barely a year and as such was still often scrutinized under a microscope for any mistake. This would likely be another one of the closely regarded incidents, as Gotham took in their new Commissioner's measure.

For another, it meant she had to listen to the pompous rantings of more people than ever before. At least when she was a street cop it was only her superior that she was forced to listen to.

"-And Grim is so preoccupied with the world at large our Gotham has been practically abandoned-"

[color=lightgreen]"Wesfield,"[/color] Jaina finally interrupted her officer. Despite how disgruntled he obviously was, the older man straightened up at being addressed and nodded that he was listening. [color=lightgreen]"Do you have officers looking around the perimeter?"[/color]

"Of course," Wesfield nodded once more, a finger nervously tugging at his moustache. "We secured the scene mere minutes before your arrival, Commissioner. We now have the Meta Squad doing a sweep around the building and inside incase the meta is in hiding. We have the description from one of the victims, an employee of the company owning this building."

[color=lightgreen]"What did he say about the incident?"[/color]

"Nothing substantial. They went to remove the girl from the building and she lashed out without provocation."

[color=lightgreen]"I see,"[/color] Jaina's eyes slid across the scene, to the angry woman in the pinstripe skirt suit. Oh, she was very aware of the company that owned the building, and what 'without provocation' could mean for them. Finally Jaina raised her hand to the radio on her shoulder, clicking it on. [color=lightgreen]"Meta Squad, this is Commissioner Jasper. Come in."[/color]

A pause, a crackle.

"Receiving, Commissioner."

[color=lightgreen]"Mark the meta as threat level green. I doubt it's more than a scared squatter."[/color]

Another pause, longer this time.

"Copy that, Commissioner."

Around the building the leader of the squad of seven men - mirroring the Justice League's own ranks - let go of his own radio. Every feature was obscured by the dark gear he wore, protection from the metas he sought out. Ahead of his squad was the hole that they were warned was made by the meta during her escape, and their best bet of finding her.

Threat level green, huh?

Hopefully that wasn't the wrong call, or he and his men would pay for it.

"Swap to control," The leader ordered. There wasn't a moment of hesitation before weapons were moved and ammo exchanged. Their deadlier weaponry was no longer in their hands, instead containing the weapons used to contain metas. Expanding sticky bullets, modelled after Grim's own early weaponry of capturing criminals, and enchanted to resist most magic should a mage try to free themself.

It was almost more expensive to capture metas than use deadly force.

"Move in."

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[indent][b][u]January 2nd, 9:03 AM
Outlaws Supernatural Consultative Services, Hub City[/u]
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So this was it.

It was ... [i]homier[/i] than expected. Especially for what was obviously once a warehouse. If that was a compliment or not considering its location in The Wedge, even Akasha didn't know. Still, here she was, desperation dripping out of every pore as she bundled the scarf closer to herself. There was a chill in the air this early in the morning, considering they were in the depth of winter.

Still, she knew it wasn't just the temperature that left a cold feeling in her gut.

Dressed to impress, at least with what she had, Akasha made sure she'd have an impression. The cloak hid it mostly due to the location of these Outlaws, but beneath it was the deep burgandy of one of her homeland's dresses, accented in gold. Beneath her dark hair spilling over browned shoulders there were equally gold hoops in her ears, giving off a certain air.

Confidence, money, status. 

Definitely things she hadn't lost in the Two-Month War as no more than a teenager.

Lingering out here wasn't going to make anything better though. She had come here with a purpose, and despite its run down appearance, this Consultation Service was rated... decently.

Plus her first choice had turned her down.

Finally, Akasha raised a hand and knocked upon the door of the 'office'.