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Blake was currently standing on a sidewalk in the East Flank, leaning back against a stop sign, looking down at his phone. He looked for all the world like some high-schooler enjoying the summer day. He was wearing a bright-colored Polamor Inc. t-shirt, cargo trousers, and a pair of Vans, and he had his skateboard tucked underneath his arm. He looked like he was about to hit the skate park, but in fact, he was not. Blake was currently working a very high-stakes job, taking down a very high-stakes member of the Brookside Bruisers.

He held his cell phone up to his ear. [color=CC5500]"Samantha, re-brief me on this ‘Wind thong’ guy again."[/color] 

[color=7bcdc8]“Can do,”[/color] HERO’s AI responded. [color=7bcdc8]“The suspect is identified as Windsong. Real name Maxwell Matthews. No parents that we can identify in HERO’s database, so likely an orphan of some kind. Has a sister, Juliette, that is currently hospitalized after a debilitating accident. He’s been identified with several confirmed members of the Brookside Bruisers, a street gang that has been expanding in prevalence. Your objective is to take him in for questioning, but be careful. Suspect does have higher-tier aerokinetic powers that are dangerous.”[/color]

[color=CC5500]"Aerokawho?"[/color] 

[color=7bcdc8]“Wind manipulation.”[/color]

[color=CC5500]"Oh, sick."[/color] Blake looked around. [color=CC5500]"So he’s supposed to be coming out of there, right?"[/color] Blake pointed towards a large supermarket. 

[color=7bcdc8]“I’ve used my crime-mapping software to detect patterns in the suspect’s behavioral patterns. He seems to frequent this particular supermarket at this time of day, so it would be a reasonable estimation that he would be present inside. I’ll project an image of him onto your screen.”[/color]

Blake looked down at the picture, frowning. [color=CC5500]"He looks kind of like my age. I expected a bald guy, with like, a scar, and an eyepatch and stuff."[/color] He frowned as Samantha responded chipperly by saying, [color=7bcdc8]“The suspect is in fact your elder. He is precisely 442 days older than you.”[/color]
[color=CC5500]"How helpful, Samantha,"[/color] Blake said sarcastically as he continued to eye the sliding door entrance of the supermarket. All he had to do was wait until the guy walked out, and then run at him, grab him, probably knock him out, and arrest him. Easy-peasy. 

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[i][color=#E3C7FF]Sweet, got a two-for-one deal.[/color][/i] Max thought idly, hauling his groceries out of the supermarket. The clerk even had the nerve to ask him to pay for 10 cents for a bag. Luckily, he had his reusable bags that paid its cost five times over. 

Max had to get into the HERO somehow. Money was getting tight and he refused to use the little money his parents sent over. However it's been awkward what with the whole coup thing that he's recently learned happened. He spotted a redheaded teenager eyeing the doors as he left the store. The boy assumed he was waiting for his mother or some such and ignored him. 

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Blake looked up at the individual that had just walked out of the supermarket. A grin covered his face. [color=CC5500]"I see him now, I’ll move in to nab him,"[/color] Blake said to his phone as he walked over. He ran a hair through his red locks (to make him look cooler, of course) as he walked towards the man. He then employed the classic Firebird catch-em-off-guard strategy. He pretended to look down at his phone as he walked, thus giving the appearance of him being distracted, and proceeded to walk towards Max. Once he got close, he then practically lunged into him, striking Max with his shoulder and intending to send him to the ground. 

Max almost stumbled at getting shoulder-checked by the unknown teenager. What in the world was the kid made out of? Luckily his training and physicality helped him maintain his balance. [color=#E3C7FF]”Hey kiddo, look up when you’re walking with your phone.”[/color] Max warned as he straightened the groceries on his arms.

Blake blinked as the dude that he had bodied just kind of staggered backwards like it was nothing. What the hell was this guy made of? Blake put his phone in his pocket, dropping the skateboard to the ground. [color=CC5500]"Actually, I’m not just a kid."[/color] He narrowed his eyebrows. [color=CC5500]"Scratch that, I’m not a kid, period! I’m pretty much your age, and I’m with HERO, and you’re wanted for questioning, which means I have to take you in."[/color] Blake lifted his hand, the temperature of the area instantly rising a few degrees as a small scarlet ember appeared in his palm. The ember quickly expanded, forming a fully-fledged fireball the size of a small beach ball. [color=CC5500]"We can do this the easy way, which involves you giving up and just walking with me, or the hard way, which involves me smoking you in front of all these people. I’d like to point out that while the second option is much more fun for me, it probably isn’t for you. So, I would suggest Option Numero Uno."[/color]

Max whistled at the sight of fire being played with like a toy. He somewhat recognized Blake, as he was one of the major players in the coup. Still, HERO? He did intend to look for them soon but why was he wanted. It likely had to do with the whole Brookside situation. However, while he’s willing to clear things up, he couldn’t do it at this moment. He had to be present at his sister’s checkup, Juliette gets jittery and nervous when he isn’t there. [color=#E3C7FF]”Unfortunately,”[/color] The wind began picking up and soon, began whistling, [color=#E3C7FF]”I’ll have to take a rain check on your tempting offer.”[/color] The tumultuous wind wildly blew their clothes around as he tucked his groceries away safely in a corner.

[color=CC5500]”You know, nobody ever takes the ‘surrender quietly’ option,"[/color] Blake lamented. [color=CC5500]”Oh well, your loss-"[/color] His fireball nearly blew out, however, as the wind suddenly began to roar and pick up. Blake, of course, would not be disgraced like this. This guy could make a nice summer breeze, but Blake could make a wildfire. The heat intensified as Blake’s ball of fire burned with a brightening intensity, and two large wings made of flames spread from his back, shining brightly on the vicinity. Of course, Blake couldn’t actually [i]fly[/i] with these wings. They were purely ornamental, but hopefully they would scare this “wind bong” guy off before they had to fight. As much as Blake enjoyed fighting, he had spent far too much time in the hospital this summer already, and didn’t want to blow the rest of it because of some stupid mistake during a stupid fight. It was a couple of weeks wasted after the whole coup thing went down, and a couple of weeks in early June had been blown after Blake was [i]very[/i] badly maimed in his fight against the Razor-Claw, a villain that Blake had not taken remotely seriously, and paid the price for doing so. It turned out that Razor-Claw actually had, well, razor claws, and the razor claws in question were very, very sharp and very, very painful. Well, that wasn’t happening again, that was for sure.

[color=CC5500]”Oh, wow, nice gust. You might actually mess up my hair!"[/color] Blake taunted as he lifted his hand, the fireball moving in tandem and positioning itself over Blake’s shoulder. [color=CC5500]”Last chance, Breeze Boy! Give up or get incinerated!"[/color]

Max took a guess that this was likely one of the stronger heroes. The intensity of his flames and the showy fire wings half-confirmed it. Though, being pragmatic, he didn’t know the purpose of the fire-wings. He glanced at his watch and he was almost late. [color=#E3C7FF]”I’m running out of time here, Mr. Spicy Fried Chicken.”[/color] He shot back with a slight grin, [color=#E3C7FF]”If you won’t start it, I will.”[/color]

As soon as he said that he raised up a single finger and sliced horizontally. A single, scythe-like strike formed from him and barrelled towards Blake’s legs. Max consciously toned down his power output- he didn’t want to really hurt the good guys, after all. Well, they’re probably the heroes considering what happened recently.

Blake was swept off his feet by the surprising attack of wind, which sent him careening to the ground. [color=CC5500]”Ow..."[/color] Blake muttered as his wings and prepared fireball attacks fizzled away, but he was quickly back on his feet again, dusting off his now-ripped pants before lifting his palms and pointing them at Max. [color=CC5500]”Alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy! You’re going down!"[/color] Blake fired back, before [i]literally[/i] firing back, as he released two jets of fire from his palms, beams of swirling flames that hurtled directly towards Max. 

Max’s eyes widened at how quickly Blake retaliated. While he had a good grasp of his powers he had pretty much no experience fighting other super-powered heroes, atleast those with different powers from him. He sidestepped as soon as he could but it singed his part of his hood and his shoulder. The flames started moving towards where he dodged, but reacted this time by pushing the flame away from him. [color=#E3C7FF]”Ouch ouch,”[/color] Max said, glancing at his seared shoulder, [color=#E3C7FF]”I swear, I’ll have HERO pay for this hoodie.”[/color]

Max continued the beam-o-war between fire and wind. It was somewhat dangerous as the flames were getting fed by his winds and the temperature continued rising. His ears pricked at his watch beeping. [i][color=#E3C7FF]Damn, no time,[/color][/i] He thought, [i][color=#E3C7FF]I really didn’t want to do this.[/color][/i] The air and flames would be violently pushed out in a certain radius. Blake may have also felt the wind lightly cut at him. A pseudo-dome with minute amounts of oxygen formed. It would be difficult for either combatants to use their powers within it. Max knew that he wouldn’t last long as it was already getting hard to breathe. He lunged at Blake with a hook; fully intent to knock the boy out.

Blake had put on a very confident smirk before, but it was quickly wiped away as the vicinity was engulfed in some sort of dome, one that obviously had very little oxygen, as Blake immediately detected the limited breathing space. His powers also fizzled out immediately due to the lack of oxygen, with only minute fiery sparks jumping from his fingers. [color=CC5500][i]Well, fuck me.[/i][/color] Blake looked up to see a fist speeding towards his face. Fortunately for him, Blake’s reflexes were quite fast from years of training, even in this oxygen-deprived zone, and he was able to lift his forearm to block the punch from connecting with his face. [color=CC5500][i]”Just...give up...dumbass..."[/i][/color] Blake gasped, before swinging an uppercut with his non-blocking arm at Max’s gut. 

It wasn’t everyday that someone could properly move in the dome. It was even rarer to have someone counter-attack. The heroes were definitely a different breed, could they have trained for this? Max honestly expected Blake to be like a fish out of water without his powers. [color=#E3C7FF]”You’re… good kiddo.”[/color] Max said as he dodged backwards. His chin got nicked by the uppercut, making him feel woozy and lightheaded. He managed to make an upwards kick aimed at Blake’s chin as he lost his footing and fell backwards. Max was the type to give back what he was given after all.

Blake crossed his arms in an ‘X’ formation, shielding his face from the kick. [color=CC5500]”Gotcha...not a kiddo…loser”[/color] Blake managed between gasps for air. Before he could continue to attack, or gloat, or do much of anything, however, his body suddenly jerked spastically, his arms flailing about wildly, as he fell forwards, landing face-first on the ground with a parting [color=CC5500]”oof.”[/color]

Approaching the scene was a group of uniformed police officers. Leading them was a man of rather short stature, with pale skin and neatly-combed auburn brown hair. He was wearing a tactical vest and was holding a sleek, futuristic-looking handgun that was softly smoking. He grinned. “Police Sergeant Joey ‘the Deagle’ Beagle is here, folks, no need to worry about the fighting anymore.” He blew the smoke away from his taser gun as he looked at the downed Max, who was on the floor. “Alright, buddy, now you’re gonna come quietly with us or I’m gonna have to taze you too, you understand?”

Max raised his hands up in mock surrender. It was already too late. He'd never hear the end of it from Julie. There was also no use in aggravating the police. [color=#E3C7FF]”Alright, alright...”[/color]

Of course, Sergeant Beagle ‘the Deagle’ was not exactly the most virtuous person in the world, for as soon as Max raised his hands, Beagle fired about five taser rounds directly into his chest. Needles to say, it hurt. Very, very badly. On top of that, it would be more than enough to cause unconsciousness. Beagle smiled at his clear act of police brutality, holstering his sidearm. “Cuff ‘em and haul ‘em off, boys. And let's get us some Dunkin Donuts. Woo, chocolate sprinkles time, baby!”

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Blake woke up with a groan, rubbing his head. [color=CC5500]”Did I get drunk…?”[/color] he muttered, looking at his surroundings. He was in a very large, comfortable prison cell that had plenty of space, a gumball machine, and a mini-fridge. Then, he also saw Max sitting there, and everything made sense. [color=CC5500]”Hey, hold on! You can’t put me in the same cell as this [i]criminal![/i]”[/color] Blake shouted out, to no response. He grasped the bars. [color=CC5500]”Let me out! This guy is like, a mobster or something!”[/color]

Max felt a stinging pain on his chest. [color=#E3C7FF]”That motherf...”[/color] He mumbled to himself as he groaned. He had always wondered what would happen if he pulled the air out of people’s lungs while causing the air to gyrate but he thought it too barbaric. But that police dog, what's-his-face, moved up the list of potential people to try it out on. Of course he really wouldn’t, he was just pissed that he was kicked whilst he already surrendered.

[color=#E3C7FF]”Mobster, what?”[/color] Max asked the hotheaded teenager, [color=#E3C7FF]”Damn, do those idiots at HERO think I’m a vigilante?”[/color] He cracked his neck as he said this. His tongue was as loose and honest as it usually was. It wasn’t unreasonable atleast, he honestly thought that he did break some vigilante laws. He wasn’t clear on the laws on how HERO or the government treated them.

[color=#E3C7FF]”I’ll make it straight, right here,”[/color] Max said flatly as he sighed, [color=#E3C7FF]”I only helped those kiddos out, heard ‘em scream and before I knew it I was helping them out. I’m just some nobody.”[/color]

Blake looked confused. [color=CC5500]”Wait, so you’re not a criminal?”[/color] Blake scratched his chin. [color=CC5500]”No, you’re lying! That’s what all criminals say when they get caught.”[/color]

[color=lightslategray]”He’s not.”[/color]

Blake almost shit himself as he jumped from his (surprisingly comfortable) cot, turning over and giving a salute to Director Powers, who had appeared at the cell doors as if by magic. [color=CC5500]”D-Director! This isn’t what it looks like. I can explain. I was just trying to do a mission-”[/color]

[color=lightslategray]”Yes, yes, I understand.”[/color] Powers shook his head. [color=lightslategray]”It’s not entirely your fault, for once. Though I would advise you [i]not[/i] to engage your adversaries before evacuating the nearby civilians. That’s just a recipe for disaster.”[/color] He turned his attention towards Max. [color=lightslategray]”As for you. Max, is it? I’m HERO’s Director Hugo Powers.”[/color] He extended a hand through the bars to shake. [color=lightslategray]”I apologize on behalf of some of my staff for the miscommunication. There was a rush to judgement that resulted in you being named as an associate of the Brookside Bruisers. We’ve corrected that, so you will not be staying here for much longer.”[/color] The man retracted his hand through the bars, putting both hands behind his back as he spoke professionally.

[color=lightslategray]”While you are here, though, you clearly show a lot of promise with your powers that demonstrates a rather high level of skill and raw prowess with your abilities. I’d like to offer you a job at HERO.”[/color] Powers looked at Max thoughtfully. [color=lightslategray]”With somebody of your skill level, you’ll be able to take higher-level jobs right from the get-go and start with a rather high salary. And, of course, you’ll have free access to HERO’s resources, including our state-of-the-art hospital. Generally, we reserve hospital usage to HERO staff only, but we can make an exception for very close family. I understand that this may be valuable given your current situation.”[/color] Powers looked at the young man. [color=lightslategray]”What do you say?”[/color]

[color=#E3C7FF]”You know you’re very intimidating Director Powers.”[/color] Max said as he shook his hand through the bars. He had no real reason to not accept, the terms were more than reasonable. Still though, higher-level jobs from the get-go? That kind of responsibility could crush anyone but he (hopefully) steeled himself for it. [color=#E3C7FF]”I’ll accept the job, it’s highly beneficial for me. I assume you’ve researched my history already, so I’ll thank you for the mindfulness of my sisters’ condition.”[/color] 

[color=#E3C7FF]”Though I do have one question,”[/color] Max began as a slight grin formed on his face, [color=#E3C7FF]”What’s that kiddos rank?”[/color] He pointed at Blake with his thumb. Though he didn’t mean to condescend, if more people were around his prowess then HERO’s likely full of monsters. He did also catch one more thing, [color=#E3C7FF]”He’s injured too, isn’t he?”[/color]

Powers smiled fondly. [color=lightslategray]”Welcome to HERO.”[/color] he said warmly. He handed an index card to Max. [color=lightslategray]”Report to the location given here at 9 A.M. sharp tomorrow morning. And bring a bagged lunch. All part of our entrance procedure.”[/color] Powers smiled as he heard Max's next question, his eyes falling onto Blake, who was currently pouting angrily and muttering something about having just turned 21.  [color=lightslategray]”Firebird here is an A-minus ranked hero. He’s been with us for four or so years now. A bit of a knucklehead, but he gets things done, normally.”[/color] Powers folded his arms.  [color=lightslategray]”I hope to see you soon.”[/color] And with that, Powers departed, walking out of the corridor.

Blake looked over at the individual that he was just trying to incinerate to death minutes earlier. He gave a weak smile. [color=CC5500]”Hey, so, uhh, sorry about trying to turn you to ashes earlier. No hard feelings, right?”[/color] Blake scratched the back of his head with a bit of an embarrassed smile. [color=CC5500]”Also, Powers forgot to...let us out of here…”[/color]

[i][color=#E3C7FF]A-minus, huh?[/color][/i] Max eyed Blake. [color=#E3C7FF]”It’s alright, not like I was in any danger, right?”[/color] He began, [color=#E3C7FF]”You may have made me miss my sisters’ appointment, but getting here into the HERO’s hospital may be worth her complaining about it for a few days, heh.”[/color]

[color=#E3C7FF]”This is my first time in jail, is it usually this comfy?”[/color] Max asked quizzically as he stared at the amenities, [color=#E3C7FF]”Yeah you’re right, hopefully it’ll be soon so I can go back and pick up my damned groceries.”[/color]

[color=#E3C7FF]”Oh right,”[/color] Max walked up to Blake and extended his hands towards the boy, [color=#E3C7FF]”We haven’t officially ‘met’. I’m Maxwell Matthews. If you don’t want me to call ya kiddo, tell me your name. Else it’ll just be Mr. Bird from now on.”[/color]

 [color=CC5500]”Yeah, unless you do something [i]really[/i] fucked up, you’ll be stuck here. Gumball?”[/color] Blake tossed a large green ball of gum at Max.  [color=CC5500]”Blake. Blake von Brandt, and I am not a kiddo.”[/color] Blake took Max’s hand, giving it a shake.  [color=CC5500]”Your power is pretty cool, glad you’re on our side after all. You’re pretty chill.”[/color]

Max caught the gumball, [color=#E3C7FF]”Nice to meet ya,”[/color] He popped the gum into his mouth, his face returned to its neutral stance. He purposefully ignored the kiddo comment, [color=#E3C7FF]”Your power is pretty terrifying. You did almost singe me alive; wouldn't wanna go through that again what the burning and ruined clothes, eh? Wait which prison are you thrown into if you've been a particularly bad boy?”[/color]

[color=#E3C7FF]”When's that stupidly named dog cop going to get us out of here?”[/color] Max asked. His sister was likely going to grill him alive and no amounts of currying favour would help. While he was here he may as well try and ask questions about his missing relative, [color=#E3C7FF]"Oh, speaking of my powers- have you ever seen anyone control it like I do?”[/color] It sounds like an odd brag but he really was curious. 

 [color=CC5500]”Wow, you have a lot of questions,”[/color] Blake said with a chuckle.  [color=CC5500]”You’ve never heard of Coldwater before?”[/color] he asked incredulously, raising his eyebrows.  [color=CC5500]”It’s the ultimate prison for big bads. Super high-security prison. Scary place. They pretty much lock you in a box and throw away the key.”[/color] Blake looked amused at his next questions.  [color=CC5500]”Hopefully soon. Oh, man, I have a date tonight, they better not leave me in this box forever...”[/color] Blake stood, making his way over to the cell bars and peering out to see if there was any sign of human life.  [color=CC5500]”I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody with that type of weird wind power before. At least, not like you did. It sounded almost like the wind was singing...oh, wait, I got it. I just got the name.”[/color]

Blake jolted as a nightstick suddenly slammed down on the bars, causing him to hop back in surprise as Beagle the Deagle approached again. He snarled at the two metahumans. “Alright, you two [i]punks,[/i] if I ever see you on the streets putting innocent civilians in danger again, I’m gonna keep you in here for a long time, you understand?” Blake was tempted to tell this fool that there weren’t any civilians near them, and that he could kindly go stick it, but he did want to leave in a timely manner, so he just put on his best innocent face and nodded. Officer Beagle growled, opened the door, before stomping off.

Blake stepped outside of the cell, stretching his arms. [color=CC5500]”Nice meeting you, man.”[/color] He smiled endearingly. [color=CC5500]”I guess we’re co-workers now, so I’ll be seeing you around. Drinks are on me, since I can legally drink now!”[/color] Blake smiled. [color=CC5500]”Oh, and one more thing.”[/color] Blake fished deep into his pocket and pulled out a crumbled business card, the words “C.R.E.W.” emblazoned on it in big red letters. [color=CC5500]”I’m part of a hero group with a bunch of other guys. Kind of like the Wings of Law, but less evil and much, much cooler. You should join! You’d fit right in. We take jobs together and stuff...and we have our own headquarters, too, which is super cool.”[/color] Blake gave Max a thumbs-up. [color=CC5500]”Alright, man, take care of yourself! Oh, and get ready to run tomorrow. A lot.”[/color]

Blake started to back out, before giving a fiery look. [color=CC5500]”One more thing! If we ever get the chance to spar again...”[/color] He gave a wide, forboding grin. [color=CC5500]”You better believe I'm gonna finish what I started.”[/color]

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