Locke recuiting a young Aidem in diner before cutting to title and jumping to present. 

Flashes of red and blue reflected off the exterior of the diner while the whine of the siren wailed every few seconds alerting the nearby area of the ongoing situation. Glass littered the ground from the exploded windows, while the door hung loosely to its hinges. Officers remained outside the building, their weapons trained on each opening waiting for the individual inside to make one false move. 


[hider=Old Work]The officer was joined by back up as the San Francisco Police Department pushed the bystanders back before surrounding the plant woman. Pistols and shotguns alike were both drawn as sirens echoed from down the street, SWAT having been summoned to the scene to help contain the situation. Overhead several helicopters joined the news one as professional snipers trained their scopes on the plant woman, their laser guided sights leaving numerous red dots on the thing's 'trunk'. As cameras clicked and recorded the mysterious plant woman, the various screens suddenly went fuzzy as a large black plane flew over the city. It's four rotars drowned out any remaining screams as they shifted from their vertical position and descended upon the hospital's emergency landing pad. Network communication went down as a man in military garb exited the plan. Rain starting to pour down as clouds moved in on the city with the plane.

"Contain the situation! I want these images off the air, off the network and deleted out of any device that may have captured them!" The man barked out to his associates, his voice was strong and authoritative made further more noteworthy by the Irish accent that punctuated each of his words. He held up a device that gave off a series of beeps as the man fished a cellphone out of his coat's pocket.

"Colonel Bran here. You were right, if we're not careful it's going to be Moscow all over again. I'm reading radiation spikes off the chart." He nodded as the voice on the other side replied to him.

"Yes, Asset Tempest is providing cover while Asset Smythe is managing any information leaks. The rain seems to be dissipating the crowd." The Colonel suddenly turned to a woman on his left as he barked towards her. "Smythe! Progress report."

"I've downed all the local networks, extending my reach into the internet. Anyone watching TV believes they've just witnessed an elaborate prank and won't regard the girl as anymore than a hoax." Smythe replied, her eyes glowing a bright lime green as her hair started to float slightly.

"Excellent work." The Colonel nodded approvingly as he pulled a cigar from his coat, biting down on the end of it before he cut it open with a knife and lit it up. "I think we can ease off on this downpour now Tempest. Maybe coat the city in fog for the time being. We won't catch the bastards today but I think it's safe to bring in a platoon and set up." The man on the Colonel's right nodded his head as he stretched his arms towards the sky, the rain slowly as fog began to descend towards the ground.

"Hey!" A voice suddenly came from the door that led into Shepherd's Hope Hospital as one of the security officers ran onto the tarmac. "You can't land here! This is for emergency aircraft only."

"I'm afraid we can!" Colonel Bran replied as he flashed a badge towards the officer. "Don't worry, we'll be out of here as soon as your surrender every medical examination from the Particle Accelerator vicitms. We have reason to believe these individuals need to be quarantined along with this very building."

"They were all sent home with clean bills of health. There's nothing wrong with them."

"That's where you're wrong doctor, but don't worry out medical staff will show you how to properly analyze these individuals." The Colonel said as he marched into the building.

"Who are you people?" The officer. asked dumbfounded as the Colonel turned to him blowing a ring of smoke from his cigar.

"We're the Super Human Intervention Federal Taskforce." Turning around he continued to walk away, putting his cigar out against his hand as he called back to the officer. "But you can call us S.H.I.F.T."[/hider]

Standard Side Arm: SIG Sauer P226 with HZEr attachment on the barrel.
Back-Up Weapon: SIG Sauer P229