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[b][u][h1]A Man Out of Time #9: The Bastion of Pacific Point[/h1][/u][/b]
Location: Pacific Point, California[/center]

[i]Thwack![/i]

It didn’t take The Wanderer long before he was faced with criminals. Much like those who he faced at the library, the criminals that he came across all had answered some mysterious call to a bounty placed on every heroes’ heads. For some of the men he came across, he successfully thwarted the targeted hero from biting it with minimal damage to himself. However, it was few and far in between.

[color=4682b4]” Tell me who ordered the bounty!”[/color]

This had been another fortunate case where the mutant got to the hero before the men put a bullet into her skull. Hed acted with swift but brutal justice that came close to the justice he dished out in the wastelands of the future to allow for her to escape to help in the future. With broken bodies of unconscious bodies, he carried on looking at the one still conscious.

[i]Thwack![/i]

Another held-back slap from the mutant on the man’s face. [color=4682b4]” Who made the order for you to target other heroes,”[/color] he demanded, the fires of fury smoldering in his eyes. No answer came. [color=4682b4]” You don’t know how much shit you are in. Your buddies all unconscious from the same treatment while I’ve been asking the same question. As you are the last one still conscious and I have all the time in the world, I will get the answers from you by any means necessary.”[/color] It was an idle threat, but it’s all he had.

Still no answer.

[i]Crack![/i]

The man screamed in pain as The Wanderer grabbed one of his fingers and folded it back on itself. He shook his head at the same pattern from the other criminals he faced. No one was going to answer him and seemed to think there were people worse than him that would allow for such silence. Still, he had to get the answers.

As he was about to ask the question again, the distant rumbles of something were growing louder and louder. He stopped for the moment in mild confusion as he tried to pick out the source. The waves of psionic energy seemed unperturbed in their influence. In his experiences in the wastes of the future, sounds that occur in the environment but not disturbing the rhythms of the psionic energy means that something natural is happening and needed to be avoided for survival. As his experiences began to move away from the sound, his mind snapped back to the reality he was now in. [i]I am not in my time.[/i] Instead, he had to relearn his action. [i]I have a duty to protect these people from the future that I live.[/i]

[color=4682b4]” Well… looks like it's your lucky day,”[/color] he spoke, his smoldering eyes focusing on the man he held in his hand, [color=4682b4]” But don’t think this is over. I will find you again and I will have my answers.”[/color]

Having little time left to figure out the source of the sound, he reared back and slammed his head against the man’s temple. The man went limp as he instantly went unconscious, though sank to the ground when the mutant released his grasp. He looked at a tower in the direction of the sound and phased out of the alley.

Once he phased back on the top of the tower, he couldn’t stop the gasp that left his lips. He watched in horror as a tower of water loomed over the city of Pacific Point, even dwarfing the tower he stood on top of. As it rushed quickly towards the shore, he widened his stance and thrust both his hands in opposite directions. Completely focusing on the task in hand, a groan through gritted teeth gurgled in his throat as the purple and blue flames enveloped him.

Two beams shot out of his hands as they quickly reached to the edges of the city. From the tips of the beam, the psionic barrier sprouted to cover the entire city in a pearlescent dome of purple and blue. Just when the last of the barrier was put up, the full weight of the water slammed into the barrier. The sheer force of the tsunami put a huge strain on The Wanderer’s concentration as he sank onto one knee. The wave crested well over the top of the dome as it curled around the entirety of the dome. The groan in his throat turned into a yell of pain as the concentration formed a searing headache. His eyes were closed tight to shut out everything.

Unaware of the danger that was yet to come, he carried on his focus in just protecting the city he had come to know as his new home. Even though he was concentrating on keeping the water out, one sentence kept repeating in his mind.

[i]Do not let your new home get destroyed.[/i]