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[color=LIGHTGRAY][indent][indent]Heavy rain beat against the penthouse skylight threatening to drown the sounds within. Red neon from the district lining the streets turned the droplets a deep crimson, the beading water hauntingly similar to blood. It was apt that the streets of New Lilith ran red with blood. The Mavericks had been driven out of their home, forced to go their separate ways. 

More than ever did his home feel as if it needed them. Though they had toppled the kingpin, the power vacuum left in his wake created turmoil on the streets of the towering gothic city. 

Pacing back and forth, Charles 'Chuck' Michaels clenched his right arm against his chest. Squeezing and releasing his left hand, he tried to will the hairline fracture running along his radius to heal. His hand quivered as the cravings returned. With Locke and his ilk behind bars, it had been too long since IllAdvised had fought another hyperhuman.[/indent][/indent][/color]