Morrigan watched the contents of the vial settle. Her personal lab inside ExoGenesis was never fully questioned, after all, the Director himself had a massive one she used to study in, and through her rather [I]generous[/I] donations she was able to acquire her own lab, free from prying eyes. Today's topic of discovery was with the transitional state of metals in a vacuum. It had two purposes; one to further her understanding of her powers, and to further her own fame in the scientific community. She also still had no idea how scientifically her powers worked, other than the ability to spontaneously gather material around her and force it into a state of constant fusion through gravity. Her main goal was to find out how to overcome the infamous Witching Hour. For the last two months she'd been able to keep her two personas apart in the public eye. However, this month, the Full Moon would rise in two days, on a Friday. She was running out of excuses, and if she didn't manage to secure a method she would be ruined, and captured by Lorne.

The thought of the company caused her to start sparking which she gathered herself and stopped the small almost white sparks emanating from her hands. She almost wished she'd gotten powers similar to her husband, who's ability to change density was hardly noticeable and for a man as in control of himself as he was, he wouldn't suffer ill for it. In fact, the MPD he worked as a Liason for from the Military had no idea. She grimaced as he was slowly growing tired of it all. Their marriage had suffered greatly with the loss of their unborn child, the murder of her brother who was his best friend and the extreme hat towards Paras, who never asked to be this way.

Her secured phone dinged with a message, one she'd gotten from the enigmatic Orwell at a pretty hefty price, with a disturbing message. Every screen was taken over and she froze as dread flowed through her as the message [i]"You are not alone."[/i] played. She immediately sent them a text, asking how anyone could hack one of their devices, they were supposed to be the best, a hacker of immense skill who most deemed a collective of like-minded individuals who collected information, mostly in the form of corporate espionage, blackmail, and secret blueprints they used to establish a sort of Information Broker empire with. She'd met the face often attributed to them, a robot they called The Eye.

[b]Orwell>We are unaware of how such a feat occurred, only that we too were effected. It was city wide. They Blinded us momentarily. I am at a loss. We require further information.

Darkspire>That is deeply disturbing, and quite bad for business I assume.

Orwell> Anything not on a redundant server loop was affected. It's as if they _were_ the signal... We would be ver much interested in seeking this information out. We have queried the relevant sources. Also Atom has accepted your request for a chat. He will be sending a Porter to these coordinates. We are well aware that he seeks to recruit all Level 4s, and you are very close to that classification now, Darkspire. Do not get caught, your resources are very beneficial to Us.

--Chat disconnected--[/b]

A building and floor was sent and Morrigan nodded as she looked at it. Atom was a dangerous man. But she had very little choice and the thought of being called a Goddess was rather intriguing to her. She already knew she was but she did not like having people tell her what to do, watching her every movement. She would attend the meeting and find out more about this possible arrangement.

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Darkspire pulled out the phone, sitting against a filthy wall in the slums, a shadow keeping her hidden as she sent Orwell a message.

[b]D> There was... Interference..

O> Of course. We have... No idea who this... Alice and Chesshire is... For now, we have alerted our contact within the Church and the Resistance of the events. We will alert you to the new coordinates when we know them. For now, remain as you are. We do not detect any lifethreatening injury on you with the scanner in this device.

D> Do you spy in on everyone?

O> Only the Priority Assets. You, Atom, The Resistance, we are currently using a slow acting worm script to hack Lorne again. That one we find to be a near Top Priority.

D> You don't say.

O> The MPD is our main concern since Lorne uses them as their Enforcers rather than hire their own security force outside the Tower. Maintaining a mole there is crucial to keeping out of sight and making sure they don't find anything that would... Decimate us. We will just leave it at, we have an [i]particular[/i] interest there.

D> They have someone you want.

O> Yes and No.

D> Who?

O> That is none of your immediate concern.

D> Someone important to you. Who's in danger.

O> Darkspire. We highly suggest that you drop this line of thought, lest we broadcast your location to Lorne.

D> What happened to Priority Asset?

O> They are above you. By far. Also... We have news... Earlier today MPD captured one William Locke. Parahuman, Beta, Rank 4. We tracked his location to a Detention Facility where they hold other Rank 3s and 4s. Of course, such a place "doesn't exist" as it violates human rights, but everything is owned by Lorne.

D> Poor fool. I would sooner throw myself of the building than be captured.

O> We know you'd survive.

D> Then pray they never take me.

O> Will do. Our attentions are needed elsewhere. We will be in contact soon.

---Chat Disconnected---[/b]